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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[twoheadsofcabbage]

No way. Money solves everything.

[Scrad argues. But he sounds slightly doubtful.]

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[can_has_vodka]

I'll tell you what. When we next get to a Port which is more or less normal, I'll give you boys a ride-along in a rich man's mind. That way you can see for yourselves what it's like.

It's important to know these things. One day you'll have money to spare and you don't want to end up unable to manage.

[She takes a drink of her Mike's again and frowns.] Anyway. I've never been rich myself. Wouldn't like it. Newly rich people have to hang about with the born rich, and almost all of them are a bit like spoilt children.

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

You can do that?

[Scrad asks.]

You ever done it to us?

[Charlie asks.]

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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.