video / action

[sylphid]

Who: Fie Claussell & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On Planet and/or Iskaulit
When: September 17th, early afternoon

[Since the news of impending doom's spread, Fleeters are doing their best (or okayest) to get citizens off the planet, and Fie's doing some work of her own. A random planet dweller here or there is fine, but her focus is mostly elsewhere. Since she's limited in her abilities right now--thanks lack of ARCUS quartz-- she sticks to what she can deal with well: plants.

Anyone on the planet or aboard the Iskaulit for a period of extended time, might notice Fie popping in and out with different bundles of supplies each time. Eventually, on the planet, she stops to sit somewhere (hopefully) out of the way to address her concerns.]

I've gathered as many plant samples and seeds as I can find for now, and I've temorarily set them up on the garden on the Iskaulit. From what I saw of the farming here, we could likely set it up on a few of the bigger ships, but the machine parts are sizable-- too big for several normal humans to carry comfortably. Maybe disassembling it would be easier...

Is anyone free to help with that? Or are people already focused on it? If there's something organized already, I want to help.

Comments

audio.

[paraclete]

Pretty good. [Kaworu says this quite companionably, although he says most things that way. There's an awful lot of noise in his background, mostly a youthful-sounding clamor, but he's as pristine and chill as ever. Or, very nearly as ever.] And disassembly might be pretty good, too. If I can stop by, I might be able to lend a hand with that.

audio.

[sylphid]

I'd appreciate it. I'm not good at organizing stuff like this, but I figured I'd try until someone else can take over. Let me know when or if you're able, and I'll send you coordinates.

[Fie trails off a moment, then asks:] You're doing okay, right?

[Because friend.]

audio.

[paraclete]

[Gently,] Send me the coordinates, Fie. I'll make sure to come for you. [It sounds a little indulgent, but he's shifted into a mode of being indulgent like that... Honestly, he's sounded this whole time like he's reading a bed time story.]

But, I'm doing okay. Better of the heart, now, knowing that you're trying. That's the best sort of thing, so I'm happy to hear about it. [He pauses, then says, with the softness and sturdiness of swaddling clothes,] Yes, yes. [He probably isn't saying it at Fie; his mouth is angled away from his communicator, and more distantly, there's the crowing of someone who sounds young. But then:] I hope it's good—the feeling of trying.

[Maybe... not the time for a philosophical discussion...?! But he sounds more encouraging than wheedling, as if, perhaps, he just wants to tell her about that hope of his.]

audio.

[sylphid]

Thanks. [And they're sent.]

Dunno, I'll have time to think about that once this is all taken care of. I just know that my friends back home would do the same thing, feeling it's right.

[She pauses lightly, breathing more steadily. Someone was catching her breath.]

Most of them would be better at it, but I've learned a lot with and from them. It'll be okay. [It's a message both for him and herself.]

Bring a shuttle with you, if you can. I've got one from the Wonderduck, but it's smaller and can't carry some of the bigger pieces.

audio.

[paraclete]

[His pause here is the barest, really just a breath—his exhale. Then:] Fie. [His smile is so characteristic that it's easy to imagine just by the sound of his voice.] It'll be okay, you're right. No one is better at doing the things Fie does in the way Fie does them. It's you I'm listening to, which makes me glad.

[Anyway. Sometimes there's a time and a place for preaching, which is a thing he's still learning.]

I don't mind doing that, but I might bring along a few of my own passengers. Just for the time being.