#redlichbluelich 01

[necroticrose]

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“Oh, your calculations are off.” Leaning on the edge of the table, Lilith taps the paper with one finger.

“Look here. The enhanced speed on an undead like this would come from the plant fibers supporting its body in place of muscle-- you’d want to focus more of your power on the vines rather than the corpse you’re trying to raise. Does that make sense?” In the margins, she jots down the ratio she would use for an undead of that size, as well as the names of a few specific plants or vines that would support it well. Whoever wrote these notes had the right idea, but seemed to have a very loose grasp of the finer points of the science.

“Ah, I didn’t mean to interrupt, but necrobotany is a specialty of mine. Tell me; is this purely theoretical, or are you a practicing necromancer yourself?”

[occultacarne]

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He’s so exhausted. He hasn’t slept since he’s arrived. Wait, no. That’s not right at all. Since he left the only home he ever known he hasn’t slept. The Monkey King’s tail wraps around his frame and he’s watching the people ahead of him. He’s seated beneath a tree at the park. He’s found himself with the netpups once more. One of them even approaches Sun, tail wagging and all! 

But Sun is too tired. He’s just watching. He’s fighting sleep. 

[shutter-snap]

{ Cont. || @redlichbluelich​ }

“That’s right! I’d show you my main portfolio, but the only thing I have from home is my camera.” He’s started a new collection here, though, and pulls a small red photo album from his bag.

“Here are the ones I’ve saved-- I haven’t gotten to explore much yet, but the forest has been a great place to start!”

Todd sets the album down on the table, facing Barry, and watches him flip through. There’s quite a variety of species represented in his photographs, including birds (mid-flight, pecking at the ground, preening), a fox (one paw raised, ears pricked and alert), and a trio of pixies (caught giggling and pointing at the camera). Todd doesn’t seem any more surprised by or interested in the pixies than he does by or in the common spiders and beetles that fill the last page of shots.

“Can you tell me anything about these?”

“Nice to meet you, Barry! I’m Todd Snap. So... what is it that you do study? Normally?”

[beyond-use]

“Good evening, Barry,” Rung says, just as he says every time he packs up after his last session of the day and finds the human working at the front desk. Rung’s just about to unclasp his new means of transportation and head home when he pauses, thinking, and turns back toward his coworker.

“I never got a chance to thank you for helping Hornet with her self-referral. And, if I’m not mistaken, you even brought up the possibility of her receiving help here before I did. It means a great deal to me that you helped her actually take that step.”

He knows it’s Barry’s job, and that the man would probably do the same for anyone on the island, but... Hornet isn’t just anyone, not to Rung.

“Is there anything I can do to thank you properly? Perhaps treat you to a drink, or...?”

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[bossrocket]

There isn’t much to do in this city, not if he wants his actions to remain covert. He’s driven the streets in relative safety, but unlike on a normal mission, remaining in alt for long periods of time doesn’t seem to be an option here. After a mere 20 minutes, he has discovered, his transformation cog will malfunction and force him back into root mode. It’s a predictable glitch, but its persistence means that his normal tactic of remaining unnoticed in vehicle mode is utterly impractical now.

It’s one of many little annoyances this place has to offer. Comms don’t work, discrete refueling stations are few and far between, and from what he’s gathered, he’s stuck here indefinitely unless he can turn ‘con and fly away.

It’s taken him a while to come to this decision, but eventually he’s been forced to accept that the best course of action might be to just... do what he was going to do before he woke up here. He applied for counseling back on Cybertron-- since it seems unlikely he’ll ever get it now, he might as well try for a therapist here. If he doesn’t like them, he reasons, he can always wipe whatever files they may have started on him and leave.

Easy. Safe. Fine.

“Hello,” he says to the human at the desk, one wheel already braced to flee. Blurr’s a little irritated with himself for being nervous.

“Do you work here? I mean ofcourseyouworkhereyou’resittingattherightsideofreception sounlessyou’re pretending to be an employeehereyoudefinitelydefinitelyworkhereandarepreciselytheperson I need need need to see. I’m a new arrival-- noIdon’thaveproofofresidencyas apparently unlike certain lifeforms I was not deemedworthyofrecieving quarters whichfranklyIfindbothinsultingandinconvenient-- but I assure you that I do live in this city and I’mheretorequestanappointmentassumingyourclinicistakingonnewpatientsatthistime?”

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[wovensentinel]

It doesn't take Hornet too long to find the building listed on the card she was given. Of course, the concept of addresses is new to her, and so are buildings this tall– what's the purpose? What business must be so big that its building requires a dozen floors or more? It's baffling, really. Golden Ward certainly is a city, it's just not anything like the cities she's used to. But she does find the correct building eventually, and right on time from when she was asked to arrive, too.

Hornet steps into the office, and if it wasn't apparent that she's in a very different place before, it certainly is now. Everyone's at desks, and there's the noise of... something, chirping? Ringing? It's so polarizing, she almost walks right back out the door. But she steels herself. She isn't going to improve herself at all by being a coward. She walks up to the closest desk, struggling to seem tall enough to reach above it.

"I'm looking for Barry Bluejeans. I was told to find him here. Could you point me in the right direction?"

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[gleamknight]

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“Hey, there, buddy, you looking for something?”  Zelos leaned over the counter on the kitchenette of his forge, “Or did Kay swipe something of your’s and hide it here?”  He didn’t mind the intrusion, really.  He was just taking a break from his living arrangements on Sky-Strewn, as it felt nice to just be normal and underserved mana on the surface.

“If that’s the case, good luck, I’m not sure where her weasel pile is but I’m sure it’s a big one~”