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...]

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[Pubspammm] /sall right! :)

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, absolutely not. I'll just pop around when people need refills. [She settles into a seat.]

We really should talk more anyway. You're a warm spot on a cold Barge.

[Pubspammm]

[grand_lotus]

[He finishes playing for the time being with a little musical flourish, then puts the lute aside with care.]

As are you, Arkady, as are you. It's admirable to see someone fostering a sense of community, here.

[Or trying, at least. It's not escaped his notice that a lot of people on board are too suspicious or socially inept to accept simple kindnesses.]

[Pubspammm]

[can_has_vodka]

Well...the pub seems to be a universal sort of institution on all worlds. People come for various reasons: drink, socialize or unload on the bartender. It's just in a lot of people's grain to stop by a place like this, though many will claim it's just for the alcohol.

Besides, it lets me get my mother-henning out.