Sweetly_masked and Slinks

Tora took a long, incredibly enjoyable stretch. It had been a long day for the Doctor. ...Scientist...Pirate...girl. She had helped ransack two ships today, cleaned up a few wounds on her happily drunken friends, and had kept (hopefully) all of her friends from taking any of her experimental medication. Everyone else had passed out on deck, and she didn't feel much like moving all the unconscious bodies to their respective rooms. Served them right for drinking so much. Idly she scratched one of her rather fuzzy ears. Over the course of the years, she had learned that it sometimes the best subject for tests is yourself. And unfortunately, one of her projects went a little too well. Left over from accidentally changing herself into a cat for a good month, Tora still had a nice pair of felt ears, one long furry tail, and a pair of gold cat eyes. Thankfully that seemed to be all, though she was cautious to think so, as it was only a week ago she had changed back. She quietly went into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, before casually walking to her room. Though she hadn't drank near the amount her friends had, she had had her fair share of alcohol, thus her senses were still quite dull and she swayed back and forth as she walked. She stood infront of her door momentarily, staring at the knob, trying desperately to remember what exactly she had to do to it in order to make the door open.