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?

Spam

[twoheadsofcabbage]

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

You, uh, wanted to see us?

[Scrad says.]

[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.]

[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.]

[Private] - With his usual pluck and ham.

[tatty_bye]

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