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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?
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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.]
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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Date: 2012-09-16 01:04 am (UTC)You, uh, wanted to see us?
[Scrad says.]
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Date: 2012-09-17 03:40 am (UTC)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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Date: 2012-09-17 03:50 am (UTC)Sure, sure.
[Scrad agrees, vaguely.]
Yeah, whatever you say.
[Charlie murmurs, eyes on one of the bottles.]
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Date: 2012-09-17 04:54 am (UTC)[Arkady shrugs and smiles.] Let me lead off with asking if you lads need or want anything.
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Date: 2012-09-17 05:10 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2012-09-17 05:17 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2012-09-17 05:29 am (UTC)[Charlie assures her. Scrad takes a drink and then rattles off:]
TV. Video games.
[...that's it. It's not much of a rattle.]
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Date: 2012-09-18 01:42 am (UTC)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!
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Date: 2012-09-18 02:52 am (UTC)A big one. Biggest screen they make.
[Scrad grins at the thought of catalog shopping, but points out:]
I play him all the time.
[Charlie agrees:]
He sucks.
[To which Scrad sharply says:]
You suck.
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Date: 2012-09-18 05:00 am (UTC)I know almost nothing about video games myself. You'll have to teach me.
Truth is, I always spend a month getting to know whoever I'm with so we can get on better. But in your case I've always liked you, so...
It probably doesn't seem much fair that I'm set to learn everything about you boys whilst you know little about me. So, let's fix that. Ask me whatever you want.
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Date: 2012-09-19 09:38 pm (UTC)[Scrad says.]
You don't got video games where you come from?
[Charlie asks.]
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Date: 2012-09-19 10:27 pm (UTC)Oh that? Well. It's because where I came from Britain was hit by a great big cataclysm. Spent most of the last decade helping gather, run and protect a colony in Whitechapel. Before I came here, regular food, booze that wasn't tea wine and technology of any sort were all luxuries.
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Date: 2012-09-19 10:38 pm (UTC)[Scrad asks. They plunk down on the floor, cross-legged. Charlie bobbles and sways slightly, but manages not to face-plant into anything. He declares:]
Bummer. Besides the food part, we can feel you. So it was all work and no play, huh?
[They both nod sympathetically as if they know the meaning of the word 'work'. (No.)]
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Date: 2012-09-20 05:02 am (UTC)Odd question. Say you had all the money and knowledge you needed to do whatever you wanted with your lives. What would you do?
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Date: 2012-09-21 04:39 am (UTC)[Is Charlie's opinion of human children.]
We would do nothing.
[Scrad says, with an almost hushed reverence for that much nothingness.]
That's the point of being rich. It means you don't have to do anything.
[Charlie points out.]
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Date: 2012-09-21 11:12 pm (UTC)Spam
Date: 2012-09-22 03:43 am (UTC)[Charlie declares.]
You go to expensive places, get wasted on expensive booze, get treated like you're somebody, and pal around with other rich people. 'Cause money buys that kinda thing. Okay, so maybe they won't be there for you, when the rain starts to fall...
[Scrad extrapolates, starting to sound a little unsure.]
Depends on the club.
[Says Charlie.
In all honesty, it's hard to explain why that's what they want, because it's not really what they want. What they want are friends, like on Friends, and some kind of purpose in life, even if it's a small one. Living like Paris Hilton would make them miserable, but no one's ever taught them that money isn't everything, and they aren't really in any hurry to find out on their own.]
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Date: 2012-09-22 07:59 am (UTC)I would, though. I bet there are others who would. Should warn you, though, a lot more of the expensive delicacies rich people like are actually shite.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:21 am (UTC)[Scrad asks.]
How much you wanna bet?
[Wagers Charlie.]
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Date: 2012-09-24 01:34 am (UTC)[She smiles and her eyes twinkle.] I'm not going to bet you money that you have friends besides me. That would give you a vested interest in pushing people away!
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Date: 2012-09-24 03:13 am (UTC)[Scrad says, doubtfully. On TV, even the golf looks exciting.]
Yeah, but we could make a couple bucks off that!
[Charlie counters, pouting.]
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Date: 2012-09-24 05:54 am (UTC)[She giggles]
We're in a cashless economy right now. The unit of value here is a matter of connections with people. Work trade, favors, things like that.
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Date: 2012-09-24 06:38 am (UTC)[Scrad agrees.]
You can't see or touch any a that stuff.
[Charlie explains.]
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Date: 2012-09-24 08:31 pm (UTC)Is there anything rich blokes have that you'd particularly like to try?
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Date: 2012-09-25 01:34 am (UTC)[Charlie insists, after they both hem and haw for a minute or two.]
We just wanna not want anything.
[Scrad explains.]
Is that so much to ask?
[Asks Charlie.]
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