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The Bookworm Strikes Again (open)
Who: Barbara and Anyone
Where: The Media Library and possible roaming
Summary: Research, tea, discussion and all that jazz. Feel free to simply come and bug her.
Warnings: None
After watching the Daligig slaughter the previous crew twice, Barbara went in search of any kind of material on the Daligig, Stacey, pod-popping and the crews which had traveled on Stacey. She didn't expect to find much more than what GLaDOS had told her but it was worth a look. Especially with all this talk of rebellion and distrust.
So, in a corner of the Media Library Barbara sat with piles books, stacks of visual recordings and audio recordings, plus pot of tea which had been sitting empty for a while. She was lost in her own world, memorising what she could and trying to gain a better picture of the ship, the war and everything else which could be considered relevant.
Where: The Media Library and possible roaming
Summary: Research, tea, discussion and all that jazz. Feel free to simply come and bug her.
Warnings: None
After watching the Daligig slaughter the previous crew twice, Barbara went in search of any kind of material on the Daligig, Stacey, pod-popping and the crews which had traveled on Stacey. She didn't expect to find much more than what GLaDOS had told her but it was worth a look. Especially with all this talk of rebellion and distrust.
So, in a corner of the Media Library Barbara sat with piles books, stacks of visual recordings and audio recordings, plus pot of tea which had been sitting empty for a while. She was lost in her own world, memorising what she could and trying to gain a better picture of the ship, the war and everything else which could be considered relevant.
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"Oh! You poor thing!" she cried, looking down at the prosthetic leg, "how long have you been like that?"
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He flexed his ankle to demonstrate.
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"How does it work?"
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"What do you have to do to maintain it?" she asked once they'd ordered tea and sweets to eat.
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So, basically, a lot.
"It'd be less muss and fuss if I just got a cloned leg, but I don't really trust Stacy, and we don't know where those are from..."
He went on, "And I could get a more advanced technological one, but I like the automail because I know if we ever fix our homes and go back, it's within the scope of the technology I can make there."
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Their tea arrived in beautiful pots with matching cups, saucers, small milk jugs and sugar bowls. Barbara thanked the waitress and rearranged her own things the way she liked them. Then folded her hands in her lap to let the tea settle before she poured.
"What do you usually drink at home, if you don't drink tea?" she asked by way of continuing the conversation.
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The aromas from the teapots began to waft around them as Barbara poured their tea, starting with Hiccup's.
"Try that as it is, then add sugar or milk if you want."
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He seemed to like it then, taking a nice, long sip and then looking relaxed after.
"Okay, okay, I'm starting to see the appeal now. Not bad."
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"If you want to drink it properly, you'll have to ween yourself off the amount of sugar and milk you have."
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He paused. "Or, you know, running water, refrigeration, penicillin, anesthesia of any kind, or any real concept of sanitation, but I still think my favorite thing is the sugar."
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He shook his head slightly.
"I never imagined the universe could be so big."
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