can_has_vodka: (splash)
 [Arkady is stirring an enormous cauldron with a gigantic white maple paddle. Steam bubbles up from it. Now and again she takes a bucket and pours a foamy brown liquid into the smaller white maple cauldron beside her. The smaller cauldron has several serving bowls hanging on pegs around its rim.]

Hello loves! Well, Scrad and Charlie are free men now. They ran home to undo some nastiness, but I've made a little something to celebrate. Don't worry about coming down the pub, I'll be popping round to you. 

[spam for public areas]
[Arkady pops into view with the wooden cauldron beside her, wielding a long ladle with which she continuously froths and stirs the mixture between serving out bowlsful. To announce her arrival in each place, she sings in a fluting voice:]

Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee....
can_has_vodka: (smile)
[Arkady is patching one of her filmy skirts for the umpteenth time, using squares of purple velvet and blue gauze. A fat red hen sleeps on the ratty blue couch next to her.]

Oh hullo! This is Arkady. Is anyone out there today?

[private to Scrad and Charlie]
Are you doing all right? I'm sorry about scattering my marbles all over that conversation.

[pub spam]
[Arkady hums as she putters around filling drink orders. In between, she is working on some new drink formulas. One of them is bubbling furiously and another is a deep ruby. She sniffs them experimentally and then tries the red.]

Not enough lemon.
can_has_vodka: (Default)
 [Arkady is sitting cheerily on her sofa in her apartment, with a pair of sleepy chickens on her lap.] The air is slightly aswirl with what one can only hope is incense smoke.]

Hello dears. Won't be at the pub today until the night shift, so if you're bored or have need of me come seek me out in my cabin. 

[private to Kay]
Well, I pulled the twins! [She actually sounds cheerfully optimistic about this.] If you have any questions, advice or opinions I'd love to hear them.

[private to Scrad and Charlie]
Hullo lads. I want to catch up with you before we drag file-readings or formalities into this, all right? Please come by my cabin. 

[seperate privates to Tony, Reaver and Franlin]
Are you all right, luv?

[spam for Level 2]
[The door to 2-8 is propped open. Also festooned with teensy Christmas lights. There's a faint smell of incense and...birdiness...coming from within. Arkady putters around humming, feeding her fish and tidying up the place a bit.] 


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March 2013



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