For lastvoyages Fifteenth Vision (video+pubspam)

[can_has_vodka]

 Hello loves!

[Arkady appears on screen in a straw hat decorated with peacock feathers, with a fake mustache made of the same feathers held to her upper lip.]

A very clever fellow I met recently posed the question: why is there no live music in the pub? Perhaps we can fix this. Do we have any musicians on board whom I can lure out of the closet?

[spam for pub]
[Arkady is humming as she wanders around, putting single daisies in bud vases on the tables between serving drinks. She seems just a little dreamy and spaced out, and teleports more than usual to get around the room, forgetting herself. La la la...]

Comments

[video]

[huge_egomd]

Surely I rate a better adjective than merely 'clever.' Genius comes to mind. Brilliant would work, too. [He's not actually offended, just teasing.]

Any significance to the feathers?

[video]

[can_has_vodka]

[She giggles.] Well, it is a brilliant idea.

Oh these? I threw this idea past a few of the lads when Captain Kirk suggested a moustache growing contest for March. But I don't have any moustache paste!

[video]

[huge_egomd]

Of course it is. All my ideas are brilliant. [You know, if you don't count all the really, truly horrible ideas he's had.]

Right, the mustache contest--so unfair to exclude most of the ladies. You know, doctors have a glue we can use for small cuts. It might work to hold your feather-stache in place.

[video]

[can_has_vodka]

That sounds brilliant! I'll pop down to the infirmary and confuse Dr. McCoy.

So did you do all right your first Breach?

Video:

[acid_rayne]

Well, they usually do it for either payment or a decent-sized audience, so...

[Squint.]

What's with the, um... Feathers?

Video:

[can_has_vodka]

Audience shouldn't be a problem, we've been getting decent crowds.

[She smiles.] Oh this. I can't grow a moustache.

Re: Video:

[acid_rayne]

Why would you want to?

[video]

[maybebatman]

The real question is: what happened to the peacock?

[video]

[can_has_vodka]

Bertie Rooster mugged him for his tail feathers. [Shifty eyes.]

[video]

[maybebatman]

I see. And how, if I may ask, did they end up in your possession?

[championoftime]

[He's going to give this a go. WATCH HIM BE TOUGH. He uh... yeah.]

They may be gone now, but there were a few people here before that ah... that could perform quite well. In that their performances were quite passionate really.

Not that passionate performances are what you need here... specifically...

[Oh... just... he gives up.]

I can play the spoons. But that's not helpful. I'll be over here tending to my duties and doing my most fair imitation of responsibility.

[can_has_vodka]

[She just gives him a sweet and very patient little smile.] Passionate or mellow, I like each on their own merits. Whatever we can get, and whatever suits.

[A soft laugh.]

Well, good luck with your busy-ness, but know I'm going to pop by eventually and make a pest of myself. Only a little bit, however.

Really.

[championoftime]

What? No. You a pest? Never. My judge of pestiness might be slightly askew but I would- Well, you're hardly-

That is to say it's all right? I suppose.

Pubspam

[umgekehrt]

Handsomer than ever. [He's swung in in a surprisingly positive mood-- or, a positive mood surprising because it isn't camouflaged behind a well-enjoyed glare.

When he can actually get to her without having her teleport away, he steals her hat long enough to give her a kiss on the forehead and then replaces it. And tucks a daisy in the brim with the feathers.]

Pubspam

[can_has_vodka]

Eee! Hullo Chief! [She actually bounces in a small circle.] Having a good day then?

Pubspam

[umgekehrt]

I am. Don't tell anyone. [It's almost a return to form, and about as convincing as it ever is.]

And how are you? [Difficult to restrain a smile-- which manifests as a smirk, but he doesn't have a face for honest pleasure.]

[sharpememory]

Do we have anyone who can play decent live music?

[can_has_vodka]

I intend to keep looking! And if that doesn't work I'll bloody well learn to play myself. I'm not going anywhere.

[sharpememory]

You should! I bet you'd have a great singing voice.

[captain_jtkirk]

That is truly an amazing stache.

[can_has_vodka]

Thank you! Now I have to just get McCoy to glue it on for me. I am imagining the face he is going to make. Can you imagine it? Hee hee....

[captain_jtkirk]

Can I be there when you do it?

[Pubspammm]

[grand_lotus]

[Iroh makes his way in quietly enough, making no attempt to attract Arkady's attention, installing himself in a corner rather than going to the bar for his customary order of ginseng tea or (less often) rice wine - because tonight he's here equipped with a Chinese lute for a slightly different purpose. He only takes a moment to tune up before starting to play sedately.]

[Pubspammm]

[can_has_vodka]

[When she is done with her rounds, she gets a teapot heating in case he gets thirsty and sits nearby to listen. This is more of what she's used to back home: one fellow volunteering his time and music for the other.

[Pubspammm]

[grand_lotus]

[Although not as comfortable as he is with the tsungi horn, he's experienced enough with the instrument that something slow and simple doesn't demand his full attention; when he becomes aware that the movements around the pub have slowed, he looks up to see her sitting close by and smiles.]