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.]

Comments

[Spam]

[hungryanhorny]

Not exactly in my skill set.

[Spam]

[can_has_vodka]

Ah. Mine neither. Perhaps I'll learn.

[Her head jolts up]

Puppy training pads. Your floors will thank you.

[Spam]

[hungryanhorny]

You wanna run that by me again?

[Spam]

[can_has_vodka]

I don't know. What did I just say?

[Spam]

[hungryanhorny]

You talking in riddles, 'Kady?

[Spam]

[can_has_vodka]

I think I was just precognitive. But why would you need piddle pads?

[Spam]

[hungryanhorny]

Like I know? Can barely predict when I'm eating dinner.