For lastvoyages Twenty-first vision (video+spam for pub)

[can_has_vodka]

 [Arkady's standing in one of the hallways, looking a little lost.]

...Oh. So this is what it feels like.

Um...Dr. House's door has returned to Barge normal. So...he's left us. 

[She hopes it just means he woke up on the damn operating table. She has to convince herself that that's what happened.]

I'll be down the pub if anyone needs anything.

[Friends filter]
I could use a hug. I'll be all right, but I could still use a hug.

[Private for Reaver]
So I heard you're interested in our little establishment. Well, there's a bit of learning involved and I'm happy to help with that. Perhaps we should start with a tasting?

[Spam for pub]
[Arkady is puttering around, teleporting now and again to save time or rescue a dropped glass. She's clearly coping with her loss, but wears the occasional sadface. She's pretty much letting in anyone who knocks.]

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[Spam]

[umgekehrt]

You can pry if you like. I've... made a decision, about my current fitness as a warden.

[It's there, in his mind. He's leaving.]

It'll be this Sunday.

[Spam]

[can_has_vodka]

...oh.

[She pauses for a moment, swallowing, then goes back to puttering.]

I'd best do you up a care package, then. Once I have some things sorted here I'm going to hop offboard for a few days. See the Doctor and such. Would you like a visit?

[Spam]

[cujothebigreddog]

Yes. I would, to no small extent. News from your family and the Doctor, too, if you can swing it.

[He waits for her to putter back into arm's reach for another tight hug and a kiss on her bald scalp.]