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Mar. 24th, 2013 10:54 am
can_has_vodka: (anguish)
[personal profile] can_has_vodka
He took away my Pub. All that hard work, and he took it away.

I'm sorry. I don't think I can fit everyone in my living room for drinks.


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[Arkady is just going to be a sobbing disconsolate ball in the spot on the Deck where her pub was for a while.]

Date: 2013-03-24 06:04 pm (UTC)
routemistress: i nicked this off Tumblr (graphic)
From: [personal profile] routemistress
[Iris isn't so much sad as really pissed off. But her bus comes with a dimensionally transcendent drinks cabinet, and she's coming up on deck with a bottle in each hand - one of Bailey's and one of Old Janx Spirit.]

There's got to be something we can do about this, lovey. Buggered if I know what yet, mind. Drink?

Date: 2013-03-24 06:19 pm (UTC)
routemistress: (Hmmm)
From: [personal profile] routemistress
It is. I wish I knew what into.

[The deck temperature is warming, but that's not what Iris is thinking of. She surrenders the Janx Spirit and takes a moodily restless swig of the Bailey's herself.]

There's deck chairs up 'ere. Glasses might be a problem, but we'll manage, eh?

Date: 2013-03-24 06:09 pm (UTC)
mightymorbid: (a little guilty?)
From: [personal profile] mightymorbid
Arkady...?

Date: 2013-03-24 06:12 pm (UTC)
most_feared: (k - looking up)
From: [personal profile] most_feared
I'm sorry, Darlin'. You were doin' a good job.

Date: 2013-03-25 12:07 am (UTC)
most_feared: (k - wtf?)
From: [personal profile] most_feared
It's just a little bit more DiY but look at it this way. It's easier to customize...

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Date: 2013-03-24 07:43 pm (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Mood-- shadow and eyeshine)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
[A vodka cream sauce isn't really drinkable alcohol, but Riddick finds food is a general pleaser. He takes the extra time to make the a serving of the creamy pasta, load it up with the fresh vegetables that don't scream 'survival rations' and finds Arkady, delivering a covered plate just before he goes back to dinner shift.

As much as he still thinks the wardens will start to react to the stress by cracking down on the inmates, he doesn't think they deserve this as a class.]

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Date: 2013-03-25 12:07 am (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Default)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
[He gives a rasping little laugh.]

Crazy? All right, I'm listening.

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Date: 2013-03-24 09:17 pm (UTC)
deadly_ned: (a little help please?)
From: [personal profile] deadly_ned
He did. That was wrong. Terrible and wrong and I'm sorry.


Please, please don't cry.

Date: 2013-03-25 12:00 am (UTC)
deadly_ned: (the way things used to be)
From: [personal profile] deadly_ned
Don't be sorry. It's terrible. But don't. I don't want you to get on the wrong side of the Admiral either.



....There's, um.

I'm teaching Riddick how to bake pies. I don't know if you've met him. You haven't met me, either. My name is Ned.

Did you...want to help deliver pies with me to stressful people in the hopes of making them less stressed?

We can bake rum into the pie crust if it's an alcohol thing.

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Date: 2013-03-24 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] everynerve_ending
The fuck he do that for? Cut down the hallways, fine, but our alcohol? What the fuck?

[Freddy: displaying eloquence of situations since '92.]

You, uh... you need anything? I mean, shit, I can't even imagine what you're going through.
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Date: 2013-03-25 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] everynerve_ending
Yeah, great guy to work for, huh? I don't recall the 'I might change your living conditions whenever I fucking feel like it' bullet point in the contract.

Uh... hang on.

[Shuffling through things. Freddy your room is a mess.]

Glasses - clean ones, too - I got. Ditto on the chair. Plus a couch. Liquor, well, that's a bit of a snag. I'm fresh out.

Date: 2013-03-24 11:30 pm (UTC)
hungryanhorny: (repeat that for me?)
From: [personal profile] hungryanhorny
...Shit.

You holding up?

Date: 2013-03-25 12:04 am (UTC)
hungryanhorny: (repeat that for me?)
From: [personal profile] hungryanhorny
...In what? The common room?

[She's not strictly against it, but she definitely looks unsold.]

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Date: 2013-03-25 02:45 am (UTC)
fuckingvisions: (♛ › she's high society)
From: [personal profile] fuckingvisions
Darlin' the Admirals a real dick for that. If you need someone to talk too you just holler for me, yeah?

[ Doyle had no intention of going to the desk. He's trying to get himself together, but he adores Arkady. She was one of the funnest people he's ever had the pleasure to joke around and goof off with nightly. Its half of what he misses about working at the pub. The rest was Faith. Yeah it was a means to steal booze, but he was friends with the girls and he missed them. He's just been to prideful to talk to them fearing they might be judging him. Right now Arkady is more important then his ego.]

Date: 2013-03-26 05:36 pm (UTC)
fuckingvisions: (☚ › I didn't mean to call you that)
From: [personal profile] fuckingvisions
Angela's Ashes would make you cry, ever seen Fight Club? That's pretty much all I got in ways o' films right now. Granted I ain't got a TV or DVD player... I busted the TV months ago.

I'm ramblin' I'll do anything you need love. Want me to swing by you room later?

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Date: 2013-03-26 05:41 am (UTC)
strangehistorian: (the confused D:)
From: [personal profile] strangehistorian
[Chromie settles quietly from her flyover of the deck and crouches down next to Arkady in gnome form.]

Are you alright?

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