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.

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[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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[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.]

[routemistress]

[She laughs.]

I 'ad me fullsized inmate for that, it were fantastic. Probably ought to 'ave remembered to apologise to the kitchen crew, mind; we did end up makin' a bit of a mess.

[Iris is already well on the way to sozzled, but since she has to concentrate to stop her system clearing it before it affects her, she has a heroic capacity for alcohol.]

...Ooh, fancy. Good plan though. Keep us hydrated an' all.

[When she arrives, she's visibly tired and still in some pain, though she's refusing to let it dent her cheerfulness. It shows in the way she sinks onto Arkady's couch, the economy of movement with which she shifts any stray chickens out of the way.]

That last flood were a bit of a bugger, mind. What 'appened your end?

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[can_has_vodka]

Yes, well, I'm sure that they'll overlook that in light of that vicious nutter Morgana spreading poison through the place.

[She lets Iris in and returns to puttering about with tea.]

Oh...well...[a weak smile as she pops the tea ball into the pot. Meanwhile the hen scoots back down as soon as Iris is settled and commences snuggling her leg. She has a purple diaper today.]

First I was an alien test subject. Then I had to hide during the truth flood because if I really spoke honestly to my Inmate about what I think of her she'd never trust me again. Finally one of my Clanmates showed up but I didn't get to talk to him. And the whole time--well, Touko's being an ass, Junko is a crazy bitch whom I know will do something horrible that will involve her soon enough, and I really...can't stand either of them.

[She sighs and grabs the kettle as it whistles.]

I just want to go home.

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[routemistress]

My Wade's friends with Morgana. So's little Cass. She is a bit barking, mind, but I've seen 'er smile. I keep meaning to go get to know 'er; I've got a feeling the vicious is skin-deep, with 'er. Defensive, like.

[She speaks noncommittally, not blaming, only differing. She's scratching the hen's neck gently as she speaks.]

Bargewell were 'orrible. If I 'adn't 'ad me boys and Wade there too I don't know what. That's 'ard, though, getting stuck with an inmate you don't like - I got really lucky with mine, 'e's a sweetheart.

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[can_has_vodka]

Iris. Morgana has lashed out at all of us twice, causing deaths, injuries, poisonings and mass insanity. Twice. If she's really only nasty on the surface, then her surface must be about two feet thick.

[She sighs and checks the tea.]

I'm tired of keeping company with unrepentant mass murderers. It's been well over a year and it's wearing me down.