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can_has_vodka ([personal profile] can_has_vodka) wrote2011-09-10 02:44 pm

for [livejournal.com profile] lastvoyages: First Vision [video+spam]

[Have a spritely young bald woman in filmy clothes, perching on a scratched wooden desk and beaming at you. Her eyes are bright, bright purple and almost seem to glow slightly, and she is very pale.]

Hullo everybody! I'm Arkady, and I'm from the Island of Whitechapel. Of course, for most of you Whitechapel isn't an island, but we had a little problem with the Thames getting loose from its banks, and ever since then things have been a bit wet in London. Whitechapel has about twice as many people as this place, and we just took on a hundred more. We'll make do, though. We just need to pull together. [It's not clear whether she's speaking of Whitechapel or the Barge. Both maybe?]

I'm to be a Warden here, and if there's a need for help anywhere, do let me know! [She pauses, blinks at the screen, and then leeeeans forward and peers into it as if she can see some of you on the other side. A giggle; the purple eyes blink and she pulls back again.]

I'll be up on Deck in the gardens if anyone wants to say hello! Yay flowers!

[A few seconds later she literally appears a few feet from the Colour Garden, which she immediately crouches down to inspect.] Hello flowers!

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[identity profile] can-has-vodka.livejournal.com 2011-09-17 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
There are responsibilities to being a psychic. The Doctor who calls himself Smith understands. When we started helping Whitechapel, we FreakAngels made the law. Don't mess about in people's minds unless you've permission or there's a life at stake. Mental autonomy is a basic human right! And if mental privacy is, physical privacy should be too.
ext_956366: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand in the Scarlet Pimpernel wearing waistcoat and cravat nodding his head and closed eyes (bow) (being Chauvelin)

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[identity profile] young-idealist.livejournal.com 2011-09-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Armand bowed his head.]

I like that. I think we'll be get along well, ma--Arkady.

[OOC: I think we need to put this poor baby to bed. I'm drowning. I want them to chat more, but I can barely keep my head above water at the moment.]