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

[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?

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[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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Is that incense?

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

You, uh, wanted to see us?

[Scrad says.]

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.]

Edited 2012-09-16 21:49 (UTC)

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.]

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

[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?

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.

I'll be there!

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

[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.]

[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.

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.

[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.

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?

Sure. Shoot.

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?

Are you familiar with Village of the Damned?

[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.]

Yeah, I am.

We've had scenarios like it.

Right, any specifics? Clothes, goodies, entertainment stuff?

[The chickens move back over to the couch after a while, hop up and settle in. Arkady takes a swallow of her Mike's.]

What do you like doing for fun anyway?

Well...

The Freakangels were all born at the same time in Midwich. We don't know where we came from or who is responsible. Obviously we're not evil, and we have to be at least part human, but...we don't know what we are.

We'd take alla that.

[Charlie assures her. Scrad takes a drink and then rattles off:]

TV. Video games.

[...that's it. It's not much of a rattle.]

Most of the time they were expected to make contact with their parent race on their own, with the types that ended up on my planet.

It's probably not gonna help, but if you were seeded without communal intentions, they either want you to be the start of somethin' new and you're as much human as you are whatever they are. If you're supposed to figure out what you are, instinct will kick in whenever you're at the right age and you'll just know how to contact them or they'll have something set up for you.

Edited 2012-09-17 06:01 (UTC)

TV's no trouble, what sort of machine do you want? Also any shows you want it to play?

I'll ask for a catalog so you can pick out games.

[She takes a drink, and then her eyes widen as she gets an idea.]

Oh, and since he can do anything, let's take advantage. I'll ask for an extra set of single-hand controllers so you lads can play each other!

There is a circumstance under which we come in contact with higher order beings, but the odd thing is, they're not aliens. They're us. From the future. After we've Upgraded fully. They are the only guides we have.

Perhaps we are someone's experiment. But we can still do good with it.

It sounds like you were probably seeded, at least. Which is fine. Just uh, if you feel the urge to seed other planets do so responsibly.

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