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

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady is patching one of her filmy skirts for the umpteenth time, using squares of purple velvet and blue gauze. A fat red hen sleeps on the ratty blue couch next to her.]

Oh hullo! This is Arkady. Is anyone out there today?

[private to Scrad and Charlie]
Are you doing all right? I'm sorry about scattering my marbles all over that conversation.

[pub spam]
[Arkady hums as she putters around filling drink orders. In between, she is working on some new drink formulas. One of them is bubbling furiously and another is a deep ruby. She sniffs them experimentally and then tries the red.]

Not enough lemon.

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[can_has_vodka]

Kaaaaaiiiiiit! [She flails hard enough that the chicken tries to take off and proves as aerodynamic as a steam iron. Thump.] Oops, hang on. [She bends down and picks up the confused bird.]

Right, how is talking for the first time in six bloody months not important?

[nochikkins]

[Kait ducks into a doorway to concentrate on the conversation, and while her face isn't smiling, there's a perceptible smile in her mental voice.]
Sorry. It's not been six months for me. This is when you were on the Barge again, right?

[can_has_vodka]

Oooo! It's more of that timey-wimey thing then. I understand. If that's true then you should be due to having me by with another supply delivery within a few weeks.

Still on the Barge. Still with Scrad and Charlie the two-for-one Inmate. They're actually quite adorable. Any news from home? Those helicopters shouldn't be a problem anymore. The barrier will stay up until Britain's rebuilt.

[nochikkins]

[Kait laughs; a richer, less bitter laugh than the old Whitechapel days, though still dryly contained. Then she relaxes the shield to show Arkady her surroundings, the new city she's learning to defend as avidly as the old.]

We're a bit beyond helicopters here now. I s'pose you already know where we ended up - well, I know you do now, I mean then.

There's still crime though. Future crime.
[She sounds ecstatic about that, and she is; the human race has come a long way, but the spiralling predator-prey race of police and thieves is apparently eternal. Kait had worried privately that this might turn out not be the case; but if humans were meant to have evolved past it by now, then at least she's not the only straggler.]

[can_has_vodka]

There always is.

My last Wish was to keep off would be conquerors until Britain rebuilds. We can fix the land, but it's no good if we end up a bloody colony.

Yes...future crime, and crime in other worlds. Though I'll always be focused on our own mostly.