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

[scentbombed]

Don't forget to watch your chickens, by the way. You have no idea how hard that kind of self-control is.

[can_has_vodka]

OOo, good point. No free-ranging outside my room until this is over.

Cats are so lovely it's hard to remember what a strong prey drive they have.

[scentbombed]

...Lovely. Right.

Anyway, you don't have to worry about me, but I don't think most of the ship has had my education on the subject.

[can_has_vodka]

No fear there. Hm. You're vegetarian normally, so I shouldn't feed you red meat. Salmon all right? You won't thrive on veg in that form.

[scentbombed]

I'm not... always... a vegetarian. I've just been really good around the chickens.

[can_has_vodka]

Oh! Well then. In that case, have you ever had a nice bit of salmon with butter and lemon?

[scentbombed]

Well, no, you see, I'm only not when I'm... the sort of shape that doesn't really care about butter or lemon.

[can_has_vodka]

Oo, all right. Thought most cats liked butter. I'll grill it a bit lightly then and leave off flavors.

I'm learning so much today!

[scentbombed]

[Slightly terse:] I don't know what cats like. I'm not exploring it too thoroughly.

[can_has_vodka]

Let's try it then. I admit that I always find it fun when I'm riding along in an animal's body, so I may be underestimating the inconvenience. Sorry if I am. Don't actually mean to.

[scentbombed]

It's just the... cat issue.

[can_has_vodka]

Oooooo. Well I suppose that's rather understandable. Well, at least it is only three days and you're a shorthair.

[scentbombed]

Yes, and I'm going to make-- [Whoops.] I mean, and I'm going to clean up thoroughly when it's over.

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady muffles a giggle behind her hand.]

Yes, I suppose the smell isn't grand if you have a sensitive nose and are not pro-cat....

[scentbombed]

[That's going to be for George to worry about, she's already decided, but the G-word is not one she drops in conversation with... well, anyone, actually.] It won't be a lot of fun when this is over, that's for sure.