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For lastvoyages: Spam for Greenhouse

[A pair of Rhode Island Red chickens in bright blue cloth diapers march around the floor of the greenhouse. Arkady sits just under the rotunda in Lotus. The lights are dimmed to night-cycle, but soft purple light emanates--from her, for she is deep in meditation, her mind expanded to take in the overwhelming panorama of possible futures and worlds spread ahead of them. On the Barge, there have been so many possibilities that predicting the future is almost impossible, but that is no excuse to miss practice. She loves the changes to the greenhouse, and though she can't quite enjoy them in her current state, she's happy enough that they will be there when she opens her eyes.]

[She senses the minds on the Deck and withdraws slightly, dodging away from investigating their thoughts. She gets lonely sometimes, stuck within the confines of his own mind, but it is a small price to pay for the opportunities here.]

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[If it were a dog, a cat, a large mammal he could halfway communicate with, that'd be one thing. But he eats things like this. And it obviously doesn't care. Obviously not bred anywhere where it was prey.

So it's more amusing than anything, until it tries to get pushy, and he turns around and squats down to look at it.]

[No, Bertie Rooster gives no fucks. He peers up at the large human who looks vaguely like Arkady's extremely muscled older brother, and boks softly. Then he ducks his head and spreads his ruff. Scritch?]

[At this the purple light dims out and Arkady breaks into soft giggles.] Oh no. Bertie--sorry, do you want him off of you?