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

[can_has_vodka]

That's lovely. Do you mind helping me serve up some of this stuff? I am reading on animal diets as fast as I can. But some are a bit tricky.

[yeahscience]

Yeah. It's no problem. ...Tricky like how?

[can_has_vodka]

Well, like sorting out what a blue-ringed octopus eats, or how to feed a cat who is normally vegetarian. Also, why in the world would my precog tell me not to touch the bloody octopus?

And who the mealworms are for.

[yeahscience]

Worms? [Ew.] ...is anyone a fish? Maybe they're for the octopus.

[can_has_vodka]

Well, if all else fails I'll feed 'em to the baitfish. I'm ravaging these zoology books. Oh, and if you need a pick me up, get the dogs together. I've put three bushels of tennis balls by the door to the CES.

[yeahscience]

[This whole day has been Jesse's pick-me-up, along with the actual pick-me-up he took this morning, but he grins anyway.] Sure. I think Tommy'll like that, anyways, whatever he's got to say about it tomorrow.

[can_has_vodka]

I rather wish everyone could turn into a dog now and again. That would be a lovely vacation. And people would take themselves less seriously after, I imagine. Hard to keep the pole up one's arse with a waggy tail.

Bet it's why Kozack's is slipping by degrees too.

I'm making sandwiches and such as well, what are you hungry for?

[yeahscience]

Me? Nah, nothing. I'm good. Gotta go pick my pitbull inmate up.

[can_has_vodka]

All right! I'm just in Mum mode right now. I'll take it out in the kitchen. I'm going to sort out baking some peanut butter cookies, since almost anyone can digest them. I'll bring some over for the both of you later.

[yeahscience]

I had a big breakfast. I'm good. [He had, in fact, a cup of coffee and a candy bar.] He'll like them, though. Thanks.

[can_has_vodka]

All right! Well, I'll be in the kitchens for a bit. Pop in if you need anything.