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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[can_has_vodka]

[She stops, standing in the ankle deep water, and gazes at him quietly. Threads of faint purple light surround her.]

[The gentlest of chiding at his unhappiness with his body, embodied in his reflection in her thoughts; plain adorable, with a charming manner and hair she would play in. Most of her concerns are about what she doesn't know of him and his culture, and her desire to not offend him or push him away through ignorance or clumsiness. She's a bit of a noob compared to him, even if her prescience has given her a head start over most on psychic and spiritual maturity.]

[The Big Thing she is concerned about, but does not pursue because, well, boundaries, she respects them, and she knows he generally knows what he is doing.]

Oh yes. Though I admit, she had hopes of weaning him off the bottle and onto Merope's teas.

[championoftime]

For you he would have considered- [not quitting, but] -drinking considerably less. It was mostly an act anyway. He wanted to take people by surprise. I believe he did. He seemed to with her.

[He glances down to where the purple light was.] I think you may have surprised the fish.

[can_has_vodka]

He always did. But yes, no reason to go off the bottle entirely.

[She peers down and giggles.] Sorry fishies! [The glow slowly fades out.]