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

[spam]

[deadliestviper]

[Her tail and ears both perk up at the mention of hunting and she looks up at Arkady expectantly, even the catnip temporarily forgotten. If she can get out and run and take down a deer this transformation doesn't sound half bad.

[spam]

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, of course. Let's latch the door for now, and I'll let you back in when you want it. Just come to the pub window and roar. [She walks with the lioness, holding the stairwell door for her.]

[spam]

[deadliestviper]

[Congratulations Arkady, you're her new favorite person. Nobody ever gives her the green light to run around and tear her opponent to pieces using her teeth and nails. Plus, you know, you push drugs.

So Beatrix is quite content to follow happily after her, letting her go first to work the doors and maybe even nosing her hand in thanks when they get to the deck.]

[spam]

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, you're quite welcome. [Arkady presses her Warden Item--a mood ring, go figure--against the Warden Area door and leads the lioness upstairs to the CES.]

We're early, there should be plenty of deer and such. I'll come back in a few hours to let you out if you'd like.