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.

[can_has_vodka]

True. He'd probably gift us with bags of glued-together oregano.

[sharpememory]

You know it. It's not my idea of fun.