can_has_vodka: (anguish)
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.

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

can_has_vodka: (play)
[Arkady looks...very tired. Her eyes are sunken and a little glazed, as if she hasn't slept. She has a pair of chickens on the couch with her, both hunkered down drowsy, and a somewhat large basket of eggs on her lap.]

Um...Lady Bertina's been busy lately, and I'm not sure I can eat all of these. Does anyone have a use for eggs?

[private to Touko]
Come down for tea! I've a homework assignment for you.

I do hope Junko has not been giving you more trouble. Giving people trouble seems to be what she does in life.

[Pub Spam]
[Arkady has seemed subdued these last few days, only making appearances during her shifts, and not being social much at all. She goes quietly about her duties in the pub, her usual cheery distractedness gone, but still bent on looking after people as best she can.

can_has_vodka: (wandering)
 [Arkady can't sleep, so she's in the Pub late, mixing drinks and then teleporting them over to the tables. She's still having trouble walking more than a few steps, and leans on whatever is nearby when she stands. For once her exhaustion and stress is as plain on her face as the bruises against her pale skin.]
can_has_vodka: (worried)
 [Arkady's standing in one of the hallways, looking a little lost.]

...Oh. So this is what it feels like.

Um...Dr. House's door has returned to Barge normal. So...he's left us. 

[She hopes it just means he woke up on the damn operating table. She has to convince herself that that's what happened.]

I'll be down the pub if anyone needs anything.

[Friends filter]
I could use a hug. I'll be all right, but I could still use a hug.

[Private for Reaver]
So I heard you're interested in our little establishment. Well, there's a bit of learning involved and I'm happy to help with that. Perhaps we should start with a tasting?

[Spam for pub]
[Arkady is puttering around, teleporting now and again to save time or rescue a dropped glass. She's clearly coping with her loss, but wears the occasional sadface. She's pretty much letting in anyone who knocks.]
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: (Default)

March 2013



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