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 Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 7:54 pm
The fact that Shiloh had gone and gotten Mimsy something to sit on, sat rather well with Robert. But the fact he was making super cheesy jokes was even better, and Robert let out a sharp bark of a laugh, catching the gloves in his hands. "HAHA BECAUSE THEY GO ON YOUR HANDS." He barked out, throwing one of the gloves back in Shiloh's face. It seemed they shared a sense of humor. But Robert wasn't actually keen on using gloves; his hands hadn't felt the earth in too long. He wanted to feel it, warm and soft and squishy between his fingertips. "Nice to meet you, Finn. Sorry to disappoint, but the only equipment we've got in this place is good old fashion hand plows. Like the ********' Amish! They're inside, but we should spread before we get to that - 'cause it's gonna be a whole lot of work." He gave Mimsy a glance, and once again he was glad she'd decided to 'supervise'. She wouldn't have made it five minutes on that field, if she'd already almost fainted. He turned to look at Heidi, a flicker of worry flashing through his eyes. He decided to stick by her, and make sure she wasn't in any danger of swooning if she was really serious about the work. The brute leaned down and grabbed two bags of fertilizer, tearing the tabs off of each top and slinging them over his shoulder while he started to jog down one empty row of the field.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 8:33 pm
Take off whatever you don't want dirty? Heidi blinked and looked down at herself. With the heat and lack of showers she'd just opted for a tank top and shorts, none of her fancy clothes or cute things. She'd miss them but she didn't want to mess them up. She watched as the guys removed their shirts.
Welp. She wasn't doing that. Nope.
Heidi snorted with laughter when Robert made his joke, covering her mouth with one hand. Nice! Nice! Very good. She liked that. "Good one, Robert. Ni--eh? Oh!" She scrambled to catch the gloves and put them on. Yes, good. She was fine getting dirty but she didn't want fertilizer all over her hands, especially if they were 'spreading s**t'. "You're not gonna help out, Mims?" Heidi asked as she put the gloves on.
"Thanks, Pinkerton," Heidi said to Shiloh as she lifted a hand to show what she was referring to. She laughed again at 'vampire-carrots'. "Carrots with no souls~. Do they have wings and fangs? If they bite you do you become a vampire carrot?" Because in Soviet Russia, carrot bite you. She looked to the unfamiliar guy when he asked about plowing. Um...oh..right. That was kinda important, right? Or something.
"...With a ho?" That was how you did it, right? Heidi didn't know s**t about farming.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:40 pm
That slow blink was familiar to Mimsy, and she found herself regretting the circumstances; the two of them might have had a very different conversation, were the variables of this moment changed just enough.
"The Princess is pleased to make your acquaintance, Finn." She bowed her head to him in the way that she expected a princess might, feigning some kind of seated curtsy to accompany it. It was a wild guess, because she'd always opted to play 'scientist' instead of 'princess' when she was younger. Maybe it at least read as 'science princess', or something close enough.
She stood as soon as she saw Shiloh returning with some crates, and when she realized that she was still a bit wobbly on her feet, she was hasty to plop back down onto one of them.
"Thank you for bringing these to me. I appreciate the thought." After setting the water down beside her, she smiled up at him, watching as he continued to be helpful to the others. It was very rare that she expressed any form of gratitude, especially considering how indebted it made her feel...but being indebted to Shiloh didn't unsettle her.
She covered her mouth and directed a whisper to him, just before he had a chance to leave. "And no need to worry - it would be impossible to 'plant' vampire carrots. We will have to genetically engineer them. Thankfully, you have put your trust in the right scientist."
Heidi's question brought more thought regarding the fact that she was calling her by a nickname than any thought about the task at hand. As her most commonly used nickname had previously been 'Spiderbitch', this was quite the change.
"Oh, but I am helping," she replied, offering her most charming of smiles (which wasn't very charming at all, but she tried). "I am ensuring that there is no clothing theft, and will be calculating and researching the most optimal route of planting."
She thumbed through the book to make a point of its relevance, even if she was already fairly certain that it was the book that rejected her - Creation, instead of the tome of Destruction in her hands - that would have been more beneficial in this instance.
It did have very choice advice about relationships and connections, however.
She smiled at Robert when he glanced towards her, thumb fondly brushing a page in the book. 'Supervising' wasn't so bad it she remembered to breathe. One breath in, one breath out. One breath in--and a hitch. Maybe 'supervising' in moderation, then.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 12:21 am
He couldn’t help but laugh again at Robert’s reaction, catching the gloves tossed back to him. Unlike Robert, he hadn’t been on the island very long at all, and not enough time had passed yet for him to yearn to feel dirt stuck beneath his fingertips so he slipped his own gloves on, and tossed the extras on the ground near Mimsy.
“Pinkerton, huh? I like it,” he grinned at Heidi, before doing his best vampire carrot impression. “And yeah-ha, you betcha! If it sinks it fangs into you, BAM- you better watch out! You’ll be craving carrot juice the rest of your life.”
“And you’re very welcome, Mimsy,” he added, giving her a little salute before following Robert’s lead and lugging one of the bags over his shoulder and heading out into the field.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 7:13 pm
The dirt flowed free behind Robert as he carried the open bags across the field. Once they were empty, he balled them up and jogged back to the start, grabbing two new bags and ripping them open. As soon as he'd begun the work, a strange peace settled over him. It felt good to work with the land again. To be busy. To be useful. To create life, instead of destroying it. Another two bags were emptied down a row, and he jogged back to pick up two more. But by the fifth time he'd returned for bags, he felt that enough area was being worked on that the others could finish fertilizing it. So he disappeared into the greenhouse, and came out with one of many stored hand plows in one hand. "Toldya." He held it up in the air, where Heidi and the others could see. "Amish country." He put the plow down and stretched out his back, preparing for the harder labor to come. "Everybody drink lots of ********' water, don't get dehydrated." He glanced at Mimsy to make sure she hadn't fainted from, well, sitting there in the shade. "How we doin' sweetheart?" She was their supervisor, after all. He didn't expect her to have any real answers, but it was polite to ask.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:43 am
The heat was not as overwhelming in the shade, where Mimsy could quietly sip on her water and pay increasingly less attention to the work being done. There were very obvious sounds of effort, and the occasional glimpse directed specifically towards the ground did indicate that there was some progress being made. It looked like they knew what they were doing without any of her help, which was fine - just this once.
Eventually, she did set her book aside to organize the various belongings and gardening materials that had been cast on the ground near her feet, each categorized by owner. She had just picked the large tome up again when she found herself with a question to answer instead, eyeing Robert with intrigue. Surely he knew what she had - or had not, in this case - been doing. Either way, questions were for answering, so she opened her mouth to do so...then cleared her throat, and tried again.
"I am doing quite well. You, however." She paused, stared pointedly at the hand plow, and returned her attention to the book.
"Look ridiculous."
It was very obvious that she was pleased with herself from the way she smiled at the words on the page.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 1:37 pm
"Do vampire carrots drink blood? Or do they just suck the juice out of the other vegetables? That could be a problem." Heidi laughed. "And yes, Pinkerton, on account of your pink hair. I like it. I was thinking of putting more color into my own hair, got any tips?"When Mimsy pointed out she was helping Heidi blinked. How was she--oh. A glance was cast in the guys' direction before she shrugged. They were guys, what did it matter if someone stole their shirts? "The planting thing does sound good, yeah. I know nothing about farming. How do you know so much, Robert?"Of course that was when he came out with something she was used to seeing at historical landmarks preserved in their original state and on television. Amish country. "Looks fun."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:33 am
Right well this all just felt stupendously awkward for the man who was really not good in social situations at all, let alone ones that involved several people at once. It likely had something to do with the fact that he found most people unbearable to be around, especially ones that reminded him of the idiots he'd often had to work with back before he had come here, back when he'd worked on the oil patch not because he wanted to, not because of the stellar company he got to keep, but for the fat paycheque he received twice a month for it. Nearly all of the guys he had worked with their had been morons, save for very few that were more like himself. Loud, obnoxious, assholes who thought that they were better then everyone. Finn was more of the quiet a*****e that knew he was better then everyone. But, he had told Stormy that he would be willing to try and change, to put his past life behind him and work on starting fresh, so he mumbled a, "Sounds great." at the answer to his plowing question, and sauntered off towards the bags of fertilizer. And then couldn't help but stop and stare as the giant monster of a man that was able to lift two bags and not just carry them both but run while doing it. That was inhuman. Trynt kind of sort of agreed that humans were normally much more pathetic then that and Finn had to mentally tell him to shut up. Giving his head a disbelieving shake, he grabbed for one bag of the fertilizer, ripping off the tag and lugging it up in much more lithely muscled arms, ones that were used to hard labor but perhaps hadn't seen enough of it in recent times as he carried it over to the field and with a much slower pace then Robert's, began pouring it along the ground. The sun beat down overhead, and he could feel his skin beginning to burn. Sunblock. Why hadn't he thought about sunblock? It was tempting to go back towards Princess and get his shirt back, but at the same time ugh it was hot. So he tried to focus on something else. "Vampires just like the color red. Maybe carrots would suck on strawberries." Why yes, he was trying to contribute to this ridiculous conversation. See Stormy he was making an effort. Of course she wasn't exactly here to see it or anything. < Vampires enjoy blood and Fear, Finn. > The way Trynt hissed it in his mind was incredibly condescending, and Finn mentally eyerolled in response. I know that...sort of. It was still totally weird for him to even know that vampires really existed. With the sudden arrival of the hand plow, Finn inwardly, and outwardly, groaned. "You serious?" He'd happily let Robert take on the role of plow horse.
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