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

[can_has_vodka]

 [Arkady is sitting cheerily on her sofa in her apartment, with a pair of sleepy chickens on her lap.] The air is slightly aswirl with what one can only hope is incense smoke.]

Hello dears. Won't be at the pub today until the night shift, so if you're bored or have need of me come seek me out in my cabin. 

[private to Kay]
Well, I pulled the twins! [She actually sounds cheerfully optimistic about this.] If you have any questions, advice or opinions I'd love to hear them.

[private to Scrad and Charlie]
Hullo lads. I want to catch up with you before we drag file-readings or formalities into this, all right? Please come by my cabin. 

[seperate privates to Tony, Reaver and Franlin]
Are you all right, luv?

[spam for Level 2]
[The door to 2-8 is propped open. Also festooned with teensy Christmas lights. There's a faint smell of incense and...birdiness...coming from within. Arkady putters around humming, feeding her fish and tidying up the place a bit.] 

Comments

[sharpememory]

Is that incense?

[can_has_vodka]

It is! Do you have need of some? I'm making requests soon and don't mind adding to them.

[sharpememory]

Nah, that's okay. I was hoping for something stronger.

[can_has_vodka]

Oh that? Well, I could probably ask. Though he may want it all for himself.

Would explain his bloody driving.

[sharpememory]

Oh man, I don't know if I'd trust the Admiral enough to smoke something that he gave me. That's what floods are for.

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They show up pretty promptly, but neither of them look exactly eager.]

You, uh, wanted to see us?

[Scrad says.]

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[can_has_vodka]

[She holds up a pair of Mike's Hard Lemonades.]

Today, we drink and do getting to know each other things. I will try not to ask anything too uncomfortable, but you may ask me anything you lads come up with. That's the first rule. No bullshit, right?

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Well now they do look eager. Grabby hands.]

Sure, sure.

[Scrad agrees, vaguely.]

Yeah, whatever you say.

[Charlie murmurs, eyes on one of the bottles.]

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[can_has_vodka]

[She presses a bottle into each hand and then flops onto the couch after closing the door. The chickens wander over to inspect the twins, Bertie taking the lead.]

[Arkady shrugs and smiles.] Let me lead off with asking if you lads need or want anything.

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They don't look impressed by the chickens. Too raw for their tastes. And too organic. Their idea of good poultry is the slurry inside a McNugget. So smooth.

Charlie works on bottle number one (working the top off with his teeth, and spitting it on the ground), as Scrad shrugs:]

Yeah. I mean: always.

[They always want anything.]

[Private]

[most_feared]

Honestly, I think they know more about me than I know about them. I could tell you about the planet and the language, but the most I knew about them personally kinda tie in with some of the worst moments of my life.

But I'll help you out where you need it.

[Kay still has issues with admitting he was on the shit end of the stick in any part of that.]

[Private]

[can_has_vodka]

I was hoping you could give me some insight into their culture, mostly. I may not fully qualify as human myself but I still come from a human culture. I don't want to accidentally alienate them further.

[Private]

[most_feared]

They usually eat a lot. He's kind of skinny as far as his sort goes. They have a cousin race that symbiotically attaches but can be removed. It's sort of culturally weird that the two heads have two opinions on things, but it's probably the more natural way considering their cousin race. They wear toga drapey future clothes. He doesn't like 'em all that much.

[Private]

[can_has_vodka]

That's all quite helpful, thank you. I don't much mind getting a two-for-one Inmate. The boys have seemed so lost lately. And when that happens they tend to do things that drive people up the bloody wall, unfortunately. I'll be trying to mitigate that.

May I ask you an odd sort of shop-talk question?

[Private]

[most_feared]

Sure. Shoot.

[hunt4commonwealth]

I'll be in during the night shift then. [Dylan feels like he needs a drink, and he likes Arkady. She reminds him of someone (although he can't place who) and seems like the type of bartender he could spill his thoughts and feelings to without being judged.]

[pubspam]

[can_has_vodka]

I'll be there!

[And she is, puttering around cleaning what looks like a chemistry set in between filling drink orders.]

[pubspam]

[hunt4commonwealth]

[Dylan comes up to the bar and sits down on a stool.]

Hey. I'd like a shot of...whatever. And a friendly ear if you've got the time.

[pubspam]

[can_has_vodka]

I've got a nice bottle of Dwarven Whiskey, let's try that. [She pours him a shot and keeps the bottle handy.]

I do indeed have time. [She pulls up a chair.] What's on your mind then?

[pubspam]

[hunt4commonwealth]

I'll take it. [He downs the shot and coughs once at the alcohol burn.] He thinks about how to begin.

So, I've got this friend...[He's not naming names although he suspects that it'll be pretty obvious who he's talking about.]...I think he's got good intentions, but I feel like I can't trust him.

[Private] - With his usual pluck and ham.

[tatty_bye]

Right as rain, my sweet. Kind of you to ask.

[Private]

[can_has_vodka]

Right, love, just checking. You seemed to lose your sparkle for a bit there and it was worrisome.

You like cigars then?

[Private]

[tatty_bye]

I have had a pipe or two in my time, but cigars? Never had the pleasure.

[Private]

[can_has_vodka]

Come down, we'll listen to music and you can try them. I asked for Cubans, they're supposed to be the best.

[Private]

[tatty_bye]

[He is so rarely personally invited anywhere that this at least gets his attention. He suspects there is some *sigh* "benevolent ulterior motive" involved, but he'll bite.]

Very well.