For lastvoyages: Thirtieth vision [voice+spam]

[can_has_vodka]

He took away my Pub. All that hard work, and he took it away.

I'm sorry. I don't think I can fit everyone in my living room for drinks.


[spam for deck]
[Arkady is just going to be a sobbing disconsolate ball in the spot on the Deck where her pub was for a while.]

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[routemistress]

[Iris isn't so much sad as really pissed off. But her bus comes with a dimensionally transcendent drinks cabinet, and she's coming up on deck with a bottle in each hand - one of Bailey's and one of Old Janx Spirit.]

There's got to be something we can do about this, lovey. Buggered if I know what yet, mind. Drink?

[can_has_vodka]

[She unballs and looks up, wiping her eyes.] Um. [She reaches for the Spirit.]

You're right, can't just give up. Faith would be mad at me and a great lot of people disappointed if I did.

[She looks out over the Deck.]

Weather's turning. Pretty tolerable out here.

[routemistress]

It is. I wish I knew what into.

[The deck temperature is warming, but that's not what Iris is thinking of. She surrenders the Janx Spirit and takes a moodily restless swig of the Bailey's herself.]

There's deck chairs up 'ere. Glasses might be a problem, but we'll manage, eh?

[mightymorbid]

Arkady...?

[can_has_vodka]

[sniff]

I'm sorry, bit broken up right now. Um. Miss Iris and I are trying to come up with an alternative.

[most_feared]

I'm sorry, Darlin'. You were doin' a good job.

[can_has_vodka]

I still want to. That bastard. I'm so tired of him making it harder for us to do our jobs.

[most_feared]

It's just a little bit more DiY but look at it this way. It's easier to customize...

[spam or assume]

[with_my_teacup]

[A vodka cream sauce isn't really drinkable alcohol, but Riddick finds food is a general pleaser. He takes the extra time to make the a serving of the creamy pasta, load it up with the fresh vegetables that don't scream 'survival rations' and finds Arkady, delivering a covered plate just before he goes back to dinner shift.

As much as he still thinks the wardens will start to react to the stress by cracking down on the inmates, he doesn't think they deserve this as a class.]

[spam]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady is a little settled by the time he gets out there, and she blinks up at him before smiling wanly.]

Thanks so much. I um...I did, you're right, I forgot to eat again when I found out.

[She looks at him, then swallows and says softly,] I um...I think I'm going to do something crazy and I need unvarnished opinions.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[He gives a rasping little laugh.]

Crazy? All right, I'm listening.

[deadly_ned]

He did. That was wrong. Terrible and wrong and I'm sorry.


Please, please don't cry.

[can_has_vodka]

[She gulps and sniffles, trying to swallow it all back. She doesn't like upsetting other people.]

I'm sorry. We just tried so hard to make it a good place for people. It's all so stressful here for everyone and it was...a lot of how I tried to fight that.

I...should do something about this.

[deadly_ned]

Don't be sorry. It's terrible. But don't. I don't want you to get on the wrong side of the Admiral either.



....There's, um.

I'm teaching Riddick how to bake pies. I don't know if you've met him. You haven't met me, either. My name is Ned.

Did you...want to help deliver pies with me to stressful people in the hopes of making them less stressed?

We can bake rum into the pie crust if it's an alcohol thing.

[everynerve_ending]

The fuck he do that for? Cut down the hallways, fine, but our alcohol? What the fuck?

[Freddy: displaying eloquence of situations since '92.]

You, uh... you need anything? I mean, shit, I can't even imagine what you're going through.

[can_has_vodka]

He's...changing this place. Taking away every comfort. I imagine the CES will be next, and maybe he'll change all our rooms back to some austere standard.

I don't know if there is some outside influence at work, but even if there is he's being an ass about it.

I um...

...do you have a few glasses and a chair you can spare? And perhaps a bottle of liquor?

[everynerve_ending]

Yeah, great guy to work for, huh? I don't recall the 'I might change your living conditions whenever I fucking feel like it' bullet point in the contract.

Uh... hang on.

[Shuffling through things. Freddy your room is a mess.]

Glasses - clean ones, too - I got. Ditto on the chair. Plus a couch. Liquor, well, that's a bit of a snag. I'm fresh out.

[hungryanhorny]

...Shit.

You holding up?

[can_has_vodka]

F-Faith?

I um...*sniff* I think there's only thing for this.

I think we're going to have to rebel. And um...make our own pub.

[hungryanhorny]

...In what? The common room?

[She's not strictly against it, but she definitely looks unsold.]

[fuckingvisions]

Darlin' the Admirals a real dick for that. If you need someone to talk too you just holler for me, yeah?

[ Doyle had no intention of going to the desk. He's trying to get himself together, but he adores Arkady. She was one of the funnest people he's ever had the pleasure to joke around and goof off with nightly. Its half of what he misses about working at the pub. The rest was Faith. Yeah it was a means to steal booze, but he was friends with the girls and he missed them. He's just been to prideful to talk to them fearing they might be judging him. Right now Arkady is more important then his ego.]

[can_has_vodka]

I um...well. I'd love to just watch a film with you at this point.

[fuckingvisions]

Angela's Ashes would make you cry, ever seen Fight Club? That's pretty much all I got in ways o' films right now. Granted I ain't got a TV or DVD player... I busted the TV months ago.

I'm ramblin' I'll do anything you need love. Want me to swing by you room later?

Spam

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie settles quietly from her flyover of the deck and crouches down next to Arkady in gnome form.]

Are you alright?

Spam

[can_has_vodka]

[She sniffles and unballs, looking up at Chromie sadly.]

I was scared he'd do this. I did so much good here. There was no reason for this.

I hate being in this place where I can never foresee anything anymore. I thought I was doing a lot of good, but it keeps getting worse and worse.