[005 ♟ The plot thickens...]

[justareverie]

[Video]

[ It's apparent the communicator has switched on by itself again... Anybody looking will see a simple, empty room, the only visible furniture being a swivel chair with a khaki safari vest on it, a single bed and nighstand, with an unlit lamp, his inmate's file, and an empty bottle on it. John comes into view in the process of putting a

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[can_has_vodka]

I actually think perhaps we should hang them in the stairwell under the circumstances.

[justareverie]

I'm all for that. If it doesn't turn into a waterfall again.

[can_has_vodka]

We'll 'ave to hope for the best. I have a little box of party lights we can use. They're battery powered.

We can spam it if you want!

[justareverie]

Great, then it's your pick when. I say as soon as possible, assuming things go worse.

spam it is!

[can_has_vodka]

How about you come over now and we'll just string them up? We can have a bit of hookah tobacco and perhaps lemonade.

Yayspam!

[justareverie]

How about that? Be there in a minute.

[ Lo and behold, they're floor neighbors and everything! A few minutes later he'll knock on Arkady's door, vest pockets full of the items he aligned before should anything happen. He swings a little on his feet, looking up. ]

Spammmm

[can_has_vodka]

[She opens the door onto a Victorian apartment with cracks in the ceiling and peeling wallpaper. The floor is covered with slightly ratty Oriental rugs, and an overstuffed couch faces a large old television that has been hollowed out and converted into a fishtank.]

[Her coffee table is piled with battery powered light strands, everything from mini Christmas lights to skills to cannabis leaves.]

Hullo, come in come in!

Spammmm

[justareverie]

[ He narrows eyes and smiles upon seeing her, and steps into the room, looking about in comforted curiosity. Not too long before he sees the lights, and his smile widens with a nod of approval. ]

It's a pretty impressive amount. [ then turns to her: ] Where'd you get them? I'm sure they'll cheer up the place.

Spammmm

[can_has_vodka]

I had them up around on the walls. See? [She shows him a series of cup hooks running along the upper edge of the walls.] But this is more important.

[She pulls out a battery powered hot glue gun and a box of glue sticks from one of the cabinets at the back of the room.] We'll use this. Let's bring snacks and drinks, it's going to be work. Proper drinks after if you like.

Spammmm

[justareverie]

Well, how is that not resourceful? [ He pulls up one of the lighs shaped like a cannabis leave, and grins slightly. Good times. ]

I have... [ He checks one of his pockets. ] pine nuts and pistachios. I'll carry the lights and gun.

Spammmm

[can_has_vodka]

I do all right. You either learn to be resourceful in Drowned London or you go without.

[She ambles into the kitchen; cabinets bang open and closed as she rummages through her stores.]

I have...chocolate liqueur bottles, dried apricots and those little biscuits that go on banana pudding.

Spammmm

[justareverie]

It's okay by me. Anything goes. Let's get this done.

[ He shrugs, starting to wire the cord of lights into a circle to better carry them, and making light chat. ]

How's things coming along for you? What an October, huh?

Spammmm

[can_has_vodka]

[She gathers up everything in her picnic basket and comes wandering out.]

Oh, the same sort of thing everyone is dealing with. Three times the ghost pounded on my door last night. I think he had to wee.

Spammmm

[justareverie]

[ He grins at the reply as he holds the door open for her before following suit, and starts moving towards the staircase. Taking it all in stride is probably the best choice. ]

Hasn't bothered me yet, not directly at least. But yesterday I kept getting burned with my knife and fridge handle.

Spammmm

[can_has_vodka]

I used my communicator to chill my wine last night. When life gives one lemons....

[She opens the staircase door and pokes her head in. Black as pitch.] Well, no time like the present!

Spammmm

[justareverie]

[ He nods in approval, following suit into the staircase and heading down a couple of floors. ]

That's a good way to live here. Something positive to find everywhere, isn't it? [ He frowns and looks up at the steps, not knowing exactly where to start. ] Want to have them intertwined, or should we hang them from the ceiling?