can_has_vodka: (thoughtful)
[public]
I'm holding a group meditation on deck this evening after dinner if any of you are interested. 

[incredibly generous friends filter]
Hullo! I have a present for you. You can pick it up in my cabin. It will be a good excuse for me to pour tea into you and talk.

[warden filter]
Perhaps it would be a good idea to open up the pub as soon as people have healed up enough to enjoy it. I'm willing to step behind the bar and help the usual staff mix drinks to handle the extra bodies.

Also: emergency kits. These saved lives in Whitechapel and may do so here. Even with the proper Admiral back, things happen here. People may be trapped in their rooms again. Many of you use variations on the idea already, but wouldn't it make sense to put in an organized effort to supply everyone with one? The basic kit is four gallons of water per person, nonperishable food for a week, some basic bandages, a police whistle and a light source.

[Private to the Admiral]
Please restore Xerxes. Poor little thing. 

Also, if it is not too much trouble, I'd like forty cakes of Lorien Waybread, twenty sturdy four-gallon water containers, and twenty wind-up lanterns. I'm on a mission.

And...well, I don't know if anyone's asked this yet, but are you doing all right, luv?

[Spam for deck]
[Arkady took down all her light strings from the stairwell, changed the batteries, and is now stringing them up on the garden arbors and fences and around the entrances to the greenhouses, humming quietly as she goes. She knows not many people may show up for the meditation, but that isn't the point. The point is that some will show, and need some guidance and comfort. And that is enough. She hums softly and tunelessly as she works.]
can_has_vodka: (worried)
[[OOC: After this.]]

[Infirmary Filter]
[Arkady sounds very tired and very worried.]

Mozenrath is in trouble. He has a series of bad bites and one is still bleeding. He's lost a lot and standing is right out for him right now. I can get us to you or you to him, your call, but moving him is a bit tricky right now. 

We've put pressure on the wound and I'm going to keep him awake and try and get him to drink something. But time's essential in this case. Please help if you at all can.

[OOC: This message will repeat every five minutes until someone offers help or Mozenrath bleeds out. Right now it has been going for a while.]
can_has_vodka: (thoughtful)
[private to Mozenrath]
If you wish to go off by yourself, you will do me the courtesy of asking me directly.

[Open spam]
[Arkady actually had no desire whatsoever to spend any more time with her Inmate than she had to. She was getting a little tired of having to chase him down all the time; she was sick of having to justify her value as a Warden to him; and frankly she was starting to wonder about the pairing. His relationships with Severus and Martha and his friends were obviously much more important to him than that with her, whether graduation was important to him or not. Nor had Martha followed through on contacting her to discuss Mozenrath and his situation. Feeling shut out by multiple people and very irritated about it, she needed a break from the Mozenrath situation, and soon.]

[She was lonely, and kept thinking across the Channel to London. But she knew that if she reached out with her mind her fellow FreakAngels would not be there. And no one around here cared to share minds with her; the lot of telepaths on the Barge were all paranoid and heavily shielded. It was isolating, and a little insulting. Was she considered not good enough to share minds with because she was basically human? How stupid.]

[So she found herself sitting at the edge of a fountain, alone, quietly reading the minds of those who came near without trying to talk back. It made her feel a little less lonely, and reminded her that there was a world outside the Barge which she was welcome to go back to. The rest of the clan probably missed her. She would not be missed here, would she? Discouraged, she tried to soothe herself with the happiness and excitement of the tourists around her.]
can_has_vodka: (worried)
*ksht*

Well, it looks like the Admiral has gone poo all over my tailgate party idea, unless we really can make the CES into a parking lot with a stadium viewer. Does anyone have any other good group party ideas? I suggest we do it before whatever it is creeps into the CES as well. 

shhhhhhhhhhhhhehehehehehhhehhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

[meant to be private to Mozenrath, but...you guessed it...]
Whatever this thing is, at least part of its intent is obvious. It plans to *kssssshhhhhshhhh* by making us as frightened as possible. To that end, controlling our emotional reactions to this thing is just as important as looking for defenses against it.

[heavy, rasping breathing sounds]

Gardens. After dinner. We'll train regularly until controlling the fear reaction becomes easy.itwon'twork


can_has_vodka: (thoughtful)
There seems a terrible need for diversion around here. There have been calls for both a tailgate party and a spa party. I can't manage either on my own. I have some help making them happen but could use a lot more if we're to do both things properly. Who is game?

[Warden Filter]
I need people to help taste test my margaritas. I've been practicing!

[Private to Mozenrath]
You're right, you know. About the importance of free will in matters of romance. The person I was was too singleminded and pushy. You can pretty much nix my whole argument to you while I was like that. I believe love's essential, but it is something a person comes to in their own time. I've been alone six years myself. I'm open to something happening, but I don't plan my whole future life around it and I'm not expecting you to either. Just letting you know I'm not going to go all full time amateur-cupid on you.

We should meet. Meditation practice, and some talk of future plans.

can_has_vodka: (zen)
That was a little bit amazing. I feel sad that so many are uncomfortable as a result of the announcement though.

[Private (and unusually lucid) to Mozenrath]
I imagine this must be uncomfortable for you, since you barely know me and I'm following up an especially excellent Warden. I think that making it not-uncomfortable should be my first job. To that end, I would like to invite you into my home.  Not even the other FreakAngels have seen it. There, we can have refreshment and you may ask me whatever you want. I won't insult you by simply deciding things. We should negotiate, and sort this out in a way we can both handle. You'll find I keep my promises.

For the record, I'm rather glad it's you. It's so much easier for me to explain things to someone both intelligent and mystical, and we got on all right.

[Private to Seven]
I have an Inmate now, but I still want to help you, and will set aside time for the work we discussed.

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