can_has_vodka | for 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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I can, but I haven't been rummaging about in yours. But insight is my business. I've been in a cat's mind. A nice mellow one would be very compatible with a soft-spoken and gentlemanly Frenchman, I think.

I had Freya for a little bit. I could ask the Admiral for a cat of my own I suppose. Freya is still partially mine, or so Loki says. [She's embarrassing him a bit now.]

I do like animals, but I'm not the most attentive...

[She hides a smile behind her hand, resisting the temptation to blush the Armand further, though it is wicked fun.]

Cats collect people. They don't let go easily.

Perhaps you should ask for a week with her, and see how you feel? [She gives a wise-little-sister sort of smile and blinkes her eyes.]

I could consider that. I'm very fond of her.

Yes, well...the Admiral warned me that this is a hard job. And unless one has reasons to smile and relax sometimes a hard job can wear one down to dust.

It's not all terrible. I have a few friends, my former inmate among them.

But I do get lonely.

I can help with that! But a cat is always there, and they are less high maintenance than a puppy.

I knew that much... I suppose I'm a little afraid after what happened to Marigold.

You would? That's terribly kind of you. I'm a stranger yet.

You're a stranger, and I'm a strange stranger. But I can tell much by how people react to me.

And I get lonely too.

Back home there are twelve of us and then Alice. I am used to being close with people. We look after each other. It is absolutely necessary and we have gotten good at it.

The looking-after makes me happy. As do animals.

[He gave her another smile.]

I'll try to be worth the effort then. I'm told I can be... difficult.

I hope you get an inmate who needs looking after that way.

You're not difficult. Luke was difficult. All selfish and mean and digging into normal people's minds like he had the right. But we still kept him and helped him so he learned not to do that. You? [She beams at him.] I imagine your "difficult" falls well within my "worth the effort anyway."

[Still with the embarrassment.] I--tis hard to explain.

I get emotional, sometimes far too much.

I would be honored with your friendship, though.

That's all right. Everyone has problems. I get mumbly and strange and sometimes blurt out things I shouldn't. Oh and I do pop in on people unexpectedly.

I think we'll manage all right!

You could be right.

...

Please try not to pop in on me in my cabin without warning.

[Soft giggling]

No no, I always appear outside and knock. It was part of my deal. I only ever popped in on someone's private space once without an open invitation, and that was because he was about to use his powers cruelly on someone.

Our people have laws about our powers and how they are used.

[Now he looks surprised, in a good way. His smile is hopeful.] Rules? That sounds promising.

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.

[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.]

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