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lastvoyages: Twenty-Fourth Vision [video+spam]
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
[Arkady dances around her living room with the chickens chasing her.]
We've been hit with a wave of cuteness!
[Okay, calm down Arkady. She pauses to catch her breath.]
Right! Time to be a responsible Warden and such.
[Serious face. Really. All right, so it's on the verge of crumbling, but still.]
Right! I need to know who's left with opposable thumbs, we still need to get everyone fed and watered and--rather urgently--let out of their rooms.
Also I need to know who needs out of their rooms. I'll be by presently!
[private to Scrad and Charlie]
Are you all right, lads?
[private to Admiral]
Right! I'm going to need several extra pounds each of fresh raw meat, veg and fruit, three twenty-pound bales of catnip, three bushels of tennis balls, a very large tub of vitamin powder and a two pound tub of wild mealworms. Also please put two large fishtanks into the pub, one salt, one fresh, and stock each with small bait fish.
Yes, I do know how to party.
[spam for deck--threadjack as wanted]
[Arkady, normally a purveyor of intoxicants, doesn't want anyone to have to go without. So, a bit after four PM every day of the Flood, she calmly lugs out an enormous bale of catnip, breaks it open and spreads a nice layer around on the deck near the pub windows, so she can watch the shenanigans. It takes her a while to finish up, and by the time she does the whole area smells of the fresh herb.]
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What's your room number? I'll pop down and teleport you to it.
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DID YOU SAY TELEPORT?
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[She knocks on the door.] Permission to enter?
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[ on the other side of the door, he is a tiny, tiny octopus, all yellow with bright, blue rings on his skin, in a dog bowl. ]
[ The doberman puppy cries piteously from his crate because he needs to go out, Megamind was supposed to give him his lunch, yadda yadda yadda... everything is sad for puppy here. Also, the octopus smells bad. ]
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[First she sends reassuring thoughts at the pup as she reaches for the octopus to teleport him. But her eyes glaze over and her hands freeze in place.]
[She shakes herself out of it.] Oo, dear, I'll have to port you without touching you. Give me a tic...
[Everything goes white for a split second, and then suddenly he is floating freely in a gigantic tank atop the bar. The water is warm, clear and appropriately saline, and about a dozen bait fish dart away in sudden horror.]
[Fifteen minutes later, Arkady appears next to the tank.] Your pup's fed and had his poo. I'll walk him later.
[Also, she washed his water bowl MANY times before refilling it.]
I'd suggest you not touch him until you change back.
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[ Unable to answer Arkady verbally, he waves his tentacles a little, in some irritation, before he finds the urge to crawl under a rock and hide overwhelming and settles himself in a tight place and feels slightly more secure about it all. ]
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[She poofs off again, and comes back with a two foot square wooden board and one of those parrot ladders. She attaches the ladder to the board, suspends it inside the tank and nests the board atop the rim of the aquarium.
There! I'll just pop your communicator on there, and you can climb up and chat when you get bored.
[On second thought, she decides to dig out some of those Rubik's cubes she used to occupy Tony, scramble them up and toss them in.]
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[ HEY A RUBIKS CUBE. Let's see how fast he can complete that with eight limbs! (He is easily distracted, okay. Genius brain needs lot of input, even when it's crammed into a tiny, tiny head.) ]
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Bloody quick, just like Tony. You're going to need more of a challenge.
[She thinks on it. Considers. Gets an idea! Disappears.]
[Returns with Legos.]
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