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.] 

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[can_has_vodka]

[She just smiles, and answers honestly.] No, haven't been inside your minds. Generally I ask permission unless there's a serious need or the person's really rotten. Which you lads have never been.

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

Sort of.

[Scrad mumbles.]

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[can_has_vodka]

[Her voice goes soft.] Boys, look. Even I've done bad things. Awful things, once upon a time. Things I feel bad about. But do either of you think I'm a bad person now?

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

No, but we're not so much a good judge of character.

[Charlie admits.]

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[can_has_vodka]

Well, don't worry, because I fully intend to prove you right.

But my point is...even though you made me cry when you kidnapped poor Prefect, I still believe you're all right at heart. I do. I'd hang about with you even if I wasn't your bartender or Warden. Just because.

[Guys, there's a rooster investigating your shoes.]

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They take that as a hint to climb to their feet, leaving their now empty bottles on the floor.]

Yeah, well.

[Scrad says, awkwardly. She hasn't read their file yet. That will probably change.]

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[can_has_vodka]

[She gets up too, and offers them both hands.] Lovely talking with you again. I'll order the catalogs. The rest you should find in your room when you wake up.