mausoleum

[ultima_mortis]

Who: Death and You

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Planetside

When: Today

Action – Planetside Scrapyard
 

It wasn’t at all hard to find people who took a liking to him or Poppy. Death is in the middle of a more organized scrap yard than most, surrounded by the more artistic types. He’s currently fiddling with metal sheets being fitted to a large grill type of device in what are supposed to be flower shapes. Some people just like to mix themes, he supposes. The metal is easy enough to fiddle with by hand, too, although he does make some cursory attempts to use proper tools for the job at hand. Each flower he finishes gets passed off for welding and more welding until the false verdant nature of the grill is deemed acceptable. Death takes a sit back with the other artists and lets them hash out smaller details like delivery. He is joined in his seat by Poppy, who takes to purring loudly as he watches the new gill get rinsed off for its first voyage.
 

Broadcast – Planetside, later in the day
 

Food is a common denominator that brings all together nearly as much as his job or the need to sleep. Death is among people who live for food cooked on a new grill, producing various, slightly singed items fit for a good meal. He has no plate of his own owing to a lack of a stomach, but Poppy gleefully munches on scraps of meat that he breaks up for her convenience. He waves at the feed briefly and turns his hands to petting his cat and reminding her that she is very much loved in all her purring goodness.
 

I LIKE THIS PLANET. THERE IS SO MUCH PEOPLE CAN DO TO TURN METAL INTO SOMETHING ORGANIC AND LIVELY.

Comments

[Action]

[ultima_mortis]

A GRILL. THEY WANT TO MAKE IT LOOK MORE ALIVE, ALTHOUGH I AM NOT SURE I SEE AS OF YET HOW THEY WILL MANAGE IT.

[He lifts up more metal plates and focuses on them intently. The metal joins together without any appearance of welding. Death carefully pulls at the metal until a petal-like shape starts to form.]

THEY HAD TO SHOW ME HOW TO DO IT, BUT I'M RUBBISH WITH MANY TOOLS. EVEN OFF THE DISC, I HAVE MY LITTLE CONDUITS TO WORK THROUGH, THOUGH.

[tiedonastring]

A grill? What is that?

[Hux was uncertain of the term. Their technology was so different and vast from others that it often confused him. He had to figure out things on his own what people referenced to.]

Perhaps, I could offer some kind of assistance?

[Even if he was unsure, he might be able to help in some way. It would be a challenge, something he approved of.]

[ultima_mortis]

A DEVICE IN WHICH YOU USE HEAT FROM FLAMES TO COOK FOOD. RATHER USEFUL IN PLACES WITH A LOW LEVEL OF TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENTS.

[He picks up a couple of pieces of scrap and offers them to Hux.]

THE TRICK OF IT ALL IS TO GET AS CLOSE TO AN ORGANIC SHAPE AS POSSIBLE. I'VE SEEN A NUMBER OF PLANTS, INCLUDING FLOWERS, IN MY TIME.