For lastvoyages: Spam for Greenhouse

[can_has_vodka]

 [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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[with_my_teacup]

Show off your light show?

[can_has_vodka]

[Soft laughter.] Oh no, if I were showing off I promise it would be more interesting.

[with_my_teacup]

[His eyes narrow under the goggles.]

Not encouraging, lady.

[Psychics and dead men. They seem to live to fuck him around.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Her eyebrow lifts just slightly.] Suit yourself.