jumping into the heat [ CLOSED ]

[hyperlit]

Who: The Drifter, Beau, Foster, and Legion
What: Barley harvest!
When: 11/28 so hella backdated
Where: Nuidan, E1
Warnings: Foster is there but other than that nothing comes to mind



[Harvesting fields of barley, at least, is easier than learning to grow an entire new plant. The Drifter surveys the spread of grains with a sharp and businesslike eye. It's possible that they might get rained on a bit in the effort, but this is, in their opinion, a small price to pay for what will be a continuous reward.]

[They have two blankets in their pack, which they remove and spread out across the grass. A bucket would be more ideal for transporting the grains to the nearest silos, but it will do in a pinch.]

Comments

[cacoethes_mori]

[Foster's laughter is almost the only reaction they get, any of them, but this collection of responses is a much better reception than he usually gets in conversation about his use. Mostly ignoring him is fine! Appropriate, even.

The 'almost' is because he has specific words for Legion, who committed the minor faux pas of indirectly expressing some kind of misplaced gratitude.]

Don't thank me.

[But it's short and cryptic, so that's probably the least awful outcome possible for this interaction.]

[forwearemany]

(Metal dude?

They do not understand the persistence of the organic assumption that synthetics are constructed of metal, particularly when synthetics are of organic design.)

Our exterior shell is 72% polymer.

(Compared with the need to correct Beau on this inaccuracy, Foster's comment does not warrant a response.)

[hyperlit]

[Everyone is busy debating semantics. The Drifter is busy striding over to the barley, surveying it, and then turning to their compatriots. They don't acknowledge any of them immediately, except to say:]

require bags for transport

[lesbeau]

[She'd say don't make it weird but it's Foster, it's probably gonna get weird. Either or, she just kind of squints at both him and Legion, making this sort of face like she truly doesn't care about the responses either of them have given to this topic.]

Yeah, sure, whatever.

[She has no idea what polymer is. Thank every god who's listening that Drifter just wants to get going She turns her head towards them to catch their text, nodding a bit.]

Probably should've thought of that before we got here.

[Nothing that can be done now, though, so...]

You'd think the dog would've thought of that when they asked us to do this.

[cacoethes_mori]

[Well, Foster has a bag, which he pauses to dig both paws into, lifting out its extremely disorganised contents (a mask, a spool of fishing line, a rubber ducky) in one tangled pile and dumping them unceremoniously onto the ground.

He does take the time to pick the rubber ducky out of the mess, then hesitates, unsure whether to replace it in the bag or not--he's aware that he should prioritise the barley, but this object is not replaceable.

He settles for just. Holding it.]

[forwearemany]

(They watch this exchange, headflaps shifting.)

We are also in possession of a bag.

(They've been making a habit of taking their backpack with them whenever they leave Enso and the Islets. It's got their tools in it, but they can take them out for now.

They start doing that, putting the tools inside their chesthole.)

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter's pack is entirely too full of their own equipment and supplies for them to afford to empty it, but they regard the fresh pair of packs with approval.]

can use these to carry
thank you

[It's only polite to thank both Legion and Foster for their contributions.]

will cut
others gather
foster carries
?

[Sound like a plan, team?]

[lesbeau]

[Beau has done a lot of work with a lot of people before getting to this island. In that time, she's met a lot of people, most of whom were criminals and therefore weird as hell. She's used to it. But staring at this menagerie before her, of a bear centaur with a rubber ducky, a golem packing objects into it's chest, and a small blue... elf? Human? Gnome? Whatever.

She blinks once, and then decides to just throw out the whole suitcase instead of unpacking any part of it.]

Sure. Whatever.

[She points at Legion, since she knows the other two names and they also weren't called.]

Alright buddy, you and me. Let's go.

[cacoethes_mori]

[Foster has seen how fast Drifter is with that blade, and he really cannot imagine a situation in which he can remotely keep up with that in terms of transportation, especially with the limitations of his available carrying methods, but what else is there to do but fuck this up in real time?

He opts to put the ducky in his bag and looks to Legion for their bag.]

[forwearemany]

Affirmative.

(They hand Foster their bag and turn to Beau.)

Acknowledged.

(They'll follow whatever instructions are given.)