For lastvoyages: Twenty-ninth vision [video+spam]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady looks...very tired. Her eyes are sunken and a little glazed, as if she hasn't slept. She has a pair of chickens on the couch with her, both hunkered down drowsy, and a somewhat large basket of eggs on her lap.]

Um...Lady Bertina's been busy lately, and I'm not sure I can eat all of these. Does anyone have a use for eggs?

[private to Touko]
Come down for tea! I've a homework assignment for you.

I do hope Junko has not been giving you more trouble. Giving people trouble seems to be what she does in life.

[Pub Spam]
[Arkady has seemed subdued these last few days, only making appearances during her shifts, and not being social much at all. She goes quietly about her duties in the pub, her usual cheery distractedness gone, but still bent on looking after people as best she can.

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[with_my_teacup]

Kitchen can use the eggs. And by kitchen I mean me, if nobody else is in the mood.

[can_has_vodka]

Oh of course. I'll put you together something, just pop over when you're ready.

[Bertie peers at the screen and then pecks it once.]

Seems Sir Wooster is still a fan of yours.

[with_my_teacup]

Pub or your room?

[He taps the screen back, almost playfully, with one finger.]

[can_has_vodka]

My room, I just know that if I try and run these out to the pub something Bargish will happen.

[Bertie cocks his head. Peck. Hey dude. How's it going?]

[routemistress]

What's up, lovey? Don't tell me you got killed an' all.

[can_has_vodka]

Oh no, just the twice so far. I've been lucky.

[She hesitates, but she's been craving shenanigans with Miss Iris, and honestly she needs someone to talk to.]

Oh, well, you know how sometimes you get a bad Flood or something? I've had a few of those in a row.

[She holds up a ginormous box of those chocolate liquor bottle assortments.]

So I got this. It's a bit big for me alone, though.

[routemistress]

...Aye, me too, love. Well, except the tiny people one, I 'ad a right laugh with that.

[Iris is never slow to take a hint; usually she's on it before the hinter knows they were thinking of giving it, in fact.]

I'll be right over.

[And she's there knocking inside ten minutes, a bit on the slow side for Iris, but death toll.]

[can_has_vodka]

Oh yes, that one was lovely. I rode around on Bertie's back all weekend.

[She perks up.] Lovely! I'll put a kettle on for palate-cleansing.

[She has every intention of getting hopelessly sozzled.]

[strangehistorian]

Are you alright? You look pale.

[can_has_vodka]

Bit of burnout, I'm afraid. Nobody's fault or doing, just...Flood stuff and then Connor was here and I got homesick. I may have to take a bit of vacation, but not long. Touko won't admit it but she needs me.

[strangehistorian]

I understand. Is there anything I can do to help with your workload? The library has several assistants now.

[can_has_vodka]

I don't know. There are a few people around who need to have an eye kept on them and I can't be everywhere at once.

[Private]

[wedonot]

Are you alright?

[Private]

[can_has_vodka]

I'm...missing home a lot right now, Charles. I'm trying to find a way to deal with it all without taking off. Touko needs me, and there are things I need to do here.

[Private]

[wedonot]

It's completely understandable if you need a break for a few days. I'm sure someone would be able to look after her until you get back.

[Private]

[can_has_vodka]

I'm not sure I want to impose that on anyone else. The girl's an ass. She's also insane, and a mass murderer. And her "associate" from her world, Junko, is even worse. She should be locked up before she does something, but everyone would argue if I proposed that.

Honestly I hate my new assignment, and I'd be happy if I never had to see either of them again. Especially Junko.

spam

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel has come to the pub to give you some fresh fruits and flowers, Arkady. He has an obvious eye for fruit baskets.]

Hello.

spam

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady comes over, not bouncy but still affectionate, and gives him a hug.] Oh thank you. Would you like a Mudslide?

Re: spam

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel hugs her back awkwardly. They don't teach hugs in angel school.]

No, that sounds extremely dangerous and would likely bring great harm to the greenhouse. You seem a little ill.

private

[syouko]

Are you going to give me whatever you have? [The comment about Junko's being ignored deliberately: while Touko knows she's just waiting to do something, she's still frustrated and dissatisfied with how her book's turning out and doesn't want to talk about it.]

private

[can_has_vodka]

[NNnngh...patience, Arkady.]

I'm not sick, silly. Just a bad Flood or two.

Anyway, I've decided now you've settled that I'm not assigning you any outside jobs unless you really want one. It's more important that you keep up on your academics anyway. The first assignment is literary criticism of some specific works.

Re: private

[syouko]

Right, when someone special's here and you don't get to see them, and they have news... [She's not entirely thinking about Arkady right now.]

But I have enough work to do. If you want is for me to come see you...

[Yeah sure Arkady she can do that. Hi.]

[canfindrope]

Are you sure?

[Red can use some... They remind her of Snow.]

[can_has_vodka]

Come by and pick some up then, I've plenty.

[canfindrope]

Alright... [She'll be there.]

Are you okay?