For lastvoyages: Eighteenth Vision [video+spam]

[can_has_vodka]

 [Arkady appears onscreen, surrounded by a faint purple halo. She seems oddly serene in spite of the shattered, half-working neon lighting the street all around her.]

Right, loves, I'm heading down to Old Gotham to start ferrying people out. If anyone needs immediate help or transport, I'm keeping this line open. 

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[Arkady appears atop a pile of rubble at the edge of Old Gotham, and looks around briefly before settling into the Lotus position. She casts her mind outward like a net, seeking intelligent thoughts, checking them long enough to determine the person's situation and then moving on unless they turned out to be someone in trouble. Six blocks away, a would-be rapist goes into sudden convulsions and drops like a stone.]

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[can_has_vodka]

Well, I think there's considerable overlap between the lower end of a good shag and the higher end of this drink. Hee hee....

[She concentrates.]

There are three men guarding six. They have automatic rifles. They are waiting for someone--presumably their boss.

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[umgekehrt]

Hnn.

[He focuses on the readout.]

Can you give me an ETA on the head man, and maybe a room layout?

[He sounds as if he's not sure if he's asking too much.]

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[can_has_vodka]

[One of the figures becomes outlined in a glowing orange circle.] That's her. The one in the clown makeup and the gray jumpsuit.