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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[trenchcoatedly]

[It's thunderstorming outside the ship. Hard to even know if he can hear her anymore, wrapped warmly in his own guilt. He must - after a few minutes of downpour, the rain lessens, although he doesn't stop staring at the ground, unblinking, hating himself; there's definitely a static around him, power radiating. There aren't words in any language to describe how he feels right now. Such a fool.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She comes back to herself, tears still in her eyes, and reaches for him, then drops her hand.]

There must be a way to help fix this.

[trenchcoatedly]

Why did I... How could I? Sam, you....and I...

[The air around him is getting thicker and heavier as he steams. He stares at the ground, uncomprehendingly. Then, with the sound of wingbeats, he's gone along with the storm, the lightening, and the static.]