Heron May mingle

[grandstanding]

Who: Heron crew and visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: the Heron
When: all May!

[Birds of a feather mingle together.]

Comments

[astrobleme]

Good luck to them.

[Shinji has had enough of trying to save other people. Every time he tries, he ends up making things a lot worse than they were before. Honestly, knowing him, he'd go down to that terraformer and cause it to explode somehow. The entire moon would get wiped out, along with the nearby planet. He's just that much of a walking disaster.

But he brightens considerably at mention of his sewing service. He sits up straighter, the fabric clutched tighter.] Really? [he asks, maybe a little too eager.] What did you have in mind? I'd be happy to make something for you.

[grandstanding]

I was thinking of some kind of utility bag. I have a lot of scrap metal in my room, and I should keep it somewhere more organised than the floor of my locker.

[astrobleme]

A utility bag for scrap metal... so it should be made of something sturdy, like canvas or burlap. [Shinji decides not to ask why he has scrap metal lying around. Maybe it's an engineering thing.] How big do you want it to be?

[grandstanding]

Not too big, since I want to put it in the locker. Maybe half the size of the shelves in those?

If you'd like something in trade, I can make items out of metal.

[astrobleme]

Yeah, that sounds doable. I'll get started on it right away. [... and if he royally fucks up, he can just discreetly buy a utility bag from a vendor on the moon. Same difference.

Then, earnestly:] You don't have to repay me at all! [But...] But... if you're looking for something to do, it'd be nice if... for the sake of the garden, on the Iskaulit, we could use a new hand trowel over there.

[grandstanding]

Thank you.

[He nods to that.] A trowel should be easy enough. It won't have a wooden handle, but I'll make sure it has a decent grip surface. [Grooves or crosshatching should be enough. If that fails, they can wrap it in fabric.]

[astrobleme]

That sounds good. The material doesn't matter as long as we're wearing gardening gloves. [A thoughtful pause, and then he asks,] Have you ever been to the garden? I think it's a nice reprieve from the ships and the moon's... mooniness.

[grandstanding]

I have, yes. I go there a few times a week. [More often, now that he's starting to feel the weight of the ships around him more and more.] I read there sometimes.