kismet_loop | 2nd Bite [Video]

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tf: animated | dirge (crau)

2nd Bite [Video]

Sam human, I have located two of the data p- books, on your list of wishes.

[He opens his palm revealing a worn copy of The Diary of Anne Frank and a newer looking copy of The Colour Purple. He has since stopped damaging his drone, so the picture is clear again.]

Also, this is to let everyone know I'm moving into the warehouse. Everything in there is mine now. Take anything and I will know.

[If he ever finishes doing inventory, which might take him years at this rate.]

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[For shame.]

That's fine; that's fair.

See you soon.

[What a naughty clone.]

I'll be just outside the warehouse.

[It'll be a long, long time before the Gateways stop seeming kind of... questionable to Sam, but she's glad of them all the same, since they do allow her to arrive at the Warehouse in only a short time.]

Dirge, hey.

[Those are quite convenient, considering Dirge hates waiting.]

Good, you're here.

[And considering Sam's still walking with a slight hitch in her stride. It's some six years old, and unlikely to fade further.]

Here, and ready to deal if you are. To that end, you ever do any gardening?

Edited 2014-12-22 00:30 (UTC)

[He bends down on one knee, neck craning to see her better. Now that he's not distracted by endless rows of items, he can examine that strange skin of hers more thoroughly.]

Gardening... That is like 'farming', but on a small scale, yes?

[Since the girl's got her sleeves rolled up almost to the elbow, he'll see her right arm is marked from fingertips to forearm, and although her left arm is clear---insofar as it's uncovered---she's notes neck to collar.]

Generally. Scaled to you, I'd say 'same difference.' That said, on to advice: If you're going to farm anything, try tomatoes.

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[He longs to touch it but he knows human flesh is very fragile and the gentlest touch from a talon could tear it open. His processor notes the pattern though and copies it to a file. What did it mean?]

This is my investment advise? Tomatoes? Are they hard to keep?

[She may explain some of it, someday, if asked, but at present? Sam's shaking her head.]

No, but it's the beginning of it.

Tomato plants are fairly forgiving, so they're a good first thing to grow. Once you get the hang of their care, though, even you should be happy with how much they produce---and this is in spite of your preference for rare things.

Edited (phone tags) 2014-12-23 23:00 (UTC)

[Oh, there's more? Well, good. It wasn't very good advice on its own. Dirge listens carefully.]

Quantity is good, yes. Are these tomatoes something that others would want? What do they do?

[He doesn't want another fiasco like the useless drone/drone parts.]

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[There's going to be a lot more, because damn if Sam hasn't got an angle here.]

That depends on the others? But mostly, tomatoes are delicious---and if you aren't pleased with them for that alone, I say you'll be happy with the plants' productivity because they've also been prized as ornamentals. The more fruit a plant's bearing, the more eye-catching colour it's got.

Wait- They are food? [Well, if you didn't have his attention before, now you definitely do. Dirge likes food. Everyone needs food. How could you go wrong with food?]

Colorful and delicious... yes... yes, I want these tomatoes. How do I get some?

[You could go wrong with food soylent green style but they're going to get to that.]

They are! And they are a very good food.

[It's an honest opinion; Greek salad is good.]

You'd have to get some viable seeds, or maybe some sprouting plants, and find a place to plant them. Big pots of soil would work---and that's big for me, not for you. About yay high.

[Sam holds a hand out to indicate.]

[He's not quite sure he totally grasps the concept of planting things, but he dutifully logs everything she says in order to give it a try.]

Perhaps the warehouse has what I need.

It probably has everything you'd need... except for the seeds.

What? But how can I do anything at all without those? [He sounds very frustrated, considering how excited he'd been at the prospect of obtaining the tomatoes.]

You can't, but, if you give me both books, I'll bring you some seeds.

Deal. [He doesn't even have to think about it- she said those books were common and the seeds seem pretty rare and they will spawn tomatoes eventually. Dirge brings his fist down to Sam's level, opening it to let her take the books from his palm.

If she is brave enough to do so, that is.]

[She is. Sure, she's a bit more at-ease since Dirge doesn't seem to be harbouring any ill intent, and since harming her would cost him---the seeds, her good will, and any additional advice---but she'd have nerve enough to take the books even without another deal agreed-upon.]

Thank you.

[She gathers the books up, tucking them under an arm.]

I'll probably be back with the seeds in a couple of hours, unless you'd rather have them after you've got some planters prepared.

[His talons do not snap closed on her, though they do twitch as though they would very much like to do so.]

I want them as soon as possible. Make me wait too long and I'll come find you.

[Especially if you were lying about having those seeds.]

[That twitch is ominous enough she'll pause to spare him a searching look... even if she'll shrug it off and continue on account of nothing more coming of those claws.]

A couple of hours it is; I've got a little looking to do. Be cool, though. You'll get your seeds.

Good. In the meantime... I wonder what this planet has to offer in the way of food....

[He's not in any danger of starving, even if they do not have energon yet here, but its a subject that is always on his processor.]

...have you been in the warehouse this whole time?

[It's still strange to hear a robot wondering aloud about food, even if they were just talking about tomatoes.]

[He stares at her for a moment.]

....Yes? There are so many things to inventory, after all.

No intermission to explore? Huh.

[Sam shrugs.]

Whatever floats your boat. There's a restaurant you could ask at, though, since some of it's to-scale.

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