For lastvoyages: Twenty-Fourth Vision [video+spam]

[can_has_vodka]

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.] 

Comments

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[can_has_vodka]

Oh yes. He's kind of a terrible person in some ways, but he keeps his word. Also, we're all a bit terrible in our own way.

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[notascheap]

Chronic symptom of the human condition.

[Rolllll roll roll. Twist and shout.]

FUCK this shit's good. Not bad for cat drugs.

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[can_has_vodka]

Chronic symptom of every being that thinks, actually. I even know an android who is an asshole. A fun and charming asshole, but an asshole.

Yes, kitties get to enjoy some things the rest of us don't. They're immune to LSD, though, poor things. In fact, there's a great story about a cat in the States who was making his human servants hallucinate regularly and they didn't know why. As it turned out, the person renting the other half of the duplex was cooking lysergic, and the kitty kept visiting him via the shared attic. He was a carrier--his fur ended up impregnated with the stuff.