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?

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[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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[championoftime]

Oh I remember enjoying those. Not that many of those men were interested in much beyond the straight rum, but you're alternate self in no way lacked talents.

[Many talents.

He'll try not to die now.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She giggles and blushes, and covers her hand with her mouth, rocking slightly.]

Well, thank you.

[Her mild fluster becomes an affectionate gaze, and she says softly, as if imparting a secret:] It's all right, you know. It really is.

[championoftime]

[He's quiet for a moment, and then he tugs at his shirt collar, thinking about it.

This body, he's always resented this body. It's clumsy and short and the temper that comes with it is unpleasant. Even the most well-tailored clothing can't make it appealing and it feels entirely two old for the hearts that beat within it.

In a way, he didn't mind that this of all his bodies, was the one that Death herself won for her efforts.

However, there's something different here. She sees more than what appears to be a human, and is more than just her body too. They might not be transcendent yet, but they're both aware that they have these forms that are meant for communication and all the urges that come along with them, at least he supposes they both do.]

I know.

[He says it just as quietly.]

I really do.

[Even if they hadn't been themselves, he was able to consider it truly because someone had the freedom to feel comfortable in themselves.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She reaches out and just brushes his fingertips with hers as she herds the fishies past him.]

We got to witness a happy time in those people's lives, and it was lovely. But they're human, and deal with all that sort of thing in human ways. Really, neither of us is, even if my mum technically was.

What I know of you is positively adorable, and the whole thing was just as comfortable as being around you in general. But I put no expectations on that. No strings, no expectations. I just care for you.

[championoftime]

[He turns his hand to touch her fingers. But then clasps them more firmly.

It's as if he's thinking about something, and finally he drops a few of his psychic barriers. Thinking- showing her, rather in words, that the feeling is very much reciprocated. And there is attraction there- as dissatisfied as he is with this body, he can't deny that those urges do exist.

There's something much bigger in his mind, too, but he lets go of her hand quickly.] They seemed quite pleased with one another.

[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.]