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Fiddlesticks, Day 3, OTA

Who: Glorfindel, OTA
Where: Various locations, hopefully will contain hooks for Kaito, Lan Wanji, Sarai (and Komoko), and whomever *cough*Feanor*cough* might want to interact with him.

Kitchen - Sarai specific

Glorfindel was more than a little nervous. It was one thing to say he was going to make friends with a giant spider, and another thing entirely to do it. But he'd had no premonitions that this would be a Bad Idea, plus, he'd get to make cookies, so he was determined to see this through. He was a little early, however, so he made himself a cup of tea and waited for Sarai to arrive.

Greenhouse - OTA

Glorfindel stared in fascination at the small patch of bamboo that he'd planted here. He was actively encouraging it to grow, but he was starting to wonder if that was such a good idea. He was no Persephone, able to bring a plant from seedling to fruiting in mere moments, but the bamboo didn't seem to know that. It was already two feet high and visibly growing. He had promised wood for Alex for a small loom, and for practice weapons, and perhaps maybe find one or two bits appropriate to make some flutes.

"We might end up with extra wood," he said aloud.

Music Lessons - Lan Wangji

Glorfindel checked the time on his wrist amulet again, then finally knocked on the door to Cabin 1:B. He'd arranged to meet here with Lan Wangji and go to discuss and perhaps actually start, guqin lessons. He was quite excited about the prospect.

Dining Car - OTA

Glorfindel picked up the cups and dishes once he'd properly disposed of the trash and carried them over to the dumbwaiter. Either another member of Team Purple would find them upstairs and wash them, or he'd go up after finishing down here and do it. Either way, keeping the train clean was Team Purple's job this month. He started wiping down the tables, humming as he worked. Though even so, his movements were careful enough that the bell at his belt did not ring.

He looked up as the door into the car opened.

Wildcard - Open

(Where do you want to find Glorfindel? Outside the shower? In the Stores? Looking confused at the Cinema? Got a pet that likes to nap next to the sun? Let me know!)

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47 couldn't be in the gym all hours of the day. When he needed a break the greenhouse was frequently the place he went. He had a plot of edible plants growing that he kept an eye on but otherwise just enjoyed the smell and usual quietness associated with the carriage. It reminded him of Italy--

But that was another story altogether. 47 was tending to his plants whenever he heard Glorfindel's idle comment. He stood up and looked over at the bamboo.

"We can always find uses for the extra wood," 47 commented. And bamboo was a good type of wood to use for many different things.

"Hey, I'm just lookin' at the catalogue. You wanna see what they have too?"

Cheery and inviting, it's a voice that pipes ups after Glorfindel enters the cinema, quiet for one of the first few times since it's appeared. Tidus stands by the large screen in a purple team hoodie, an ICP visible in front of him if seen from an angle.

He gives a distracted look once over his shoulder, just to confirm someone's still in the room than passing through to one of the other carriages, but returns to poking at the ICP.

Glorfindel tilted his head and stepped closer to the other person. He'd been curious about the place since it had arrived, but hadn't really had a chance to delve into its mysteries yet.

"I would be grateful for your guidance," he told the other blond. "We do not have any such thing on my world."

"My name is Glorfindel, by the way."

"I understand parts of it are also edible," he said with doubtful air, looking at the tall stalks. "It is not something we have back on my world, though. But I was reading about it in the plant guide and it sounded useful."

He stood up. He had his sword with him, which he unsheathed and lopped off a two foot length with a quick careful cut and examined it more closely.

With the man's approach, Tidus gives him a better look, a glance to his face before he steps aside to allow room for them both to examine the ICP.

"Tidus, nice to meet you!" he offers back, before pointing a forefinger at the screen. "You know about plays? They're like them. Everything's recorded so you can go back and watch them whenever. They're all sorted by name here, but if you pick one like this..."

He taps the screen, and an image accompanies a small synopsis, along with the runtime. Up on the screen is Star Hunter.

"See this? It gives you an idea of the movie. Or you can click it to go back--there."

Tidus shows where to push, but he won't do it himself, in case the man is still examining the screen and reading the text--and if he wants to try it himself!

Dining Car

Kaito's almost entirely silent - not quiet enough to get past an elven warrior, but if Glorfindel knows anything about normal humans, he's much quieter than a teenage boy should be.

(lucky for Kaito all the humans Glorfindel knows are Dunedain probably)

"DUDE. Are you wearing a bell?"

There was that word again. From what he could tell, it could mean many things. In this case, he took it as a greeting. "Hello, Kaito." He looked down at his belt. "Oh, I'd forgotten."

He sighed and sat on one of the benches. "I got it so I would make noise when I walk, so I wouldn't sneak up on people. It has not been terribly effective. How do you manage when you want to be heard?"

[He had noticed that Kaito was as silent as a Dunedain, which is a compliment, if he ever says it out loud.]

"A pleaseure," Glorfindel said. He considered the options. He was aware how to use the ICP, having had to learn over the last two weeks, but the idea of plays that were...recorded for playback at the whim of the one watching just seemed odd.

"I understand there are all sorts," he said, reading the synopsis of the one on screen. "Is this one you are interested in?"

It is an extremely useful word!

He grins at the thought of the elf wanting to be heard when walking and then for a split second when Glorfindel says that, he almost looks shocked.

Almost.

But then he's laughing cheerfully.

"When I want to be heard? Man I don't know, I just walk? It's fun to sneak up on people sometimes, sure, but I'm no ninja to be prowling around."

"Dunno," he admits, the word drawn out slightly, his head tipping to a side. There's a sheepish quality hidden under the small pull of his lips, not quite a smile, but maybe he's thinking about other things. "I was just reading the plot. I have a friend who's never watched a movie like this... was wondering if it'd be the kind of thing she'd like."

But with that said, Tidus looks back at Glorfindel, at the movie title on the ICP.

"What about you? You wanna watch it? I can help you find something else. You into dramas? Romance?"

"If you're going to eat the bamboo shoots, you're going to need to be careful," the hitman warned. "If the species provided are edible then they are also toxic if prepared incorrectly."

If there was one thing the assassin knew about it was deadly toxins. One of the great things about many Asian cultures was their odd love of deadly foods that could easily kill them if prepared incorrectly. So what did the hitman do when someone's favorite food was poisonous if eaten before detoxified? Well, it was obvious wasn't. It made his job easy.

"Bamboo is widely used for many products. It's not an entirely bad plant to grow. Just be mindful it doesn't spread too much or it will take over the entire greenhouse." That, too, depended on the species but it was still a bit of a concern. Though if it did start to become a nuisance 47 could always offer Glorfindel one of the garden boxes to replant it and tame it with. It's what he and Sarai had done to the other highly invasive species of plants that were useful.

Glorfindel laughs also. "I have over four thousand years of trying not to be heard by orcs in the forest. This is me just walking." He sighed and tapped the bell, making a clear ring. "I never thought of it as something I would one day need to not do. Back in Imladris people just...got used to me doing it. Every time we got in a new batch of Dunedain, it started over again. But honestly, that was just fun." He grinned.

Ah, a 'friend'. Glorfindel would not pry, then.

"Perhaps I should start with something a little less fantastical?" he said, looking at the synopsis again. "Space fighting is very far outside my milieu. I don't mind dramatic plays, or romantic ones. Comedy is good, but tastes vary, so I wouldn't know where to start looking. Perhaps a nice adventure with a happy ending?"

[It's actually already in a box, Glorfindel isn't about to grow something new without a few precautions, and I know bamboo very well ;) ]

Glorfindel nodded. "I will let those with more knowledge than I do the cooking, then. My talents lay in other areas." He leaned over to where there was a flat tray of shrivelled reddish brown things and offered one to 47. "Dried strawberry?"

"I will grow it to specifications, and cull the rest, then. I wouldn't want an entire greenhouse of it." Glorfindel was correct to treat it like chives then. Good to know.

"Adventure, huh...?"

Tidus mumbles, backing out onto the list to select by genre--wondering what even was adventures when it came to movies?

He thinks action, action movies were definitely a thing in Zanarkand, but when he brings up the list and eyes the selection, he's surprised to see that--that's a thing. That's an option, and he selects it.

A list of movies scrolls down.

"Huh." None of the names mean anything, but now his interest is piqued, and Tidus pushes the list along idly with a finger. "Looks like you're in luck. Might take a while to find one that sounds good, but."

But it's here. Tidus taps one at random, Sleep, Avalice, its synopsis reading:

Princess of Avalice finds her Queendom has been put under a sleeping spell, and must find a way to break it before her land is taken entirely by the neighbouring Queendom. Are they to blame? And can one princess make a difference...?

He grins, amused.

"So you needed to do this at home too?"

"What is the one you are looking at?" Glorfindel asked. He didn't really want to do this alone, at least not for his first time, so he was willing to go along with someone else's choice.

"Here, can you read it?"

He's stepped aside so that both he and Glorfindel can look at the ICP screen together, and read and judge what shows up on it. It currently sits on the synopsis for Sleep, Avalice.

"Yeah? No? We can keep looking. It's one movie out of a thousand," Tidus says with a small scoff.

Or more, really. But it was meant a encouragement, to say they didn't have to pick that one if Glorfindel wasn't interested. Tidus wasn't, but he was planning to continue to look through the movie list a little more regardless of what ended up playing. ...hopefully he could do that.

"Let us keep looking," Glorfindel said after reading the premise. It didn't sound bad per se, just not exactly what he was interested in. "If we don't find something better, perhaps we can come back to it."

He pushed some of the button options, looking for something light-hearted, but with action. Something where there wasn't a great Evil, and a war torn land.

(Just after this)

Drizzt headed down to the Greenhouse car presently, eager to get started. His curiosity had, indeed, quite nearly been the death of him, but it didn't stop his need to learn and experience new things. For one, he had no idea what 'bamboo' was other than a type of wood, and he arrives in time to hear Glorfindel's comment. He follows the elder elf's gaze to the growing cluster, eyes widening somewhat.

"Is this...Persephone's doing?" Was there another on the train capable of making plants grow so quickly?

Glorfindel laughed. "No. She is amazing, but this is a combination of the plants' own fondness for growing and my...encouragement." He tamped down his glow a bit when Drizzt had come into the room, making the sunflowers rustle with displeasure. The bamboo also slowed its growth somewhat.

"You are just in time, though, we have some excellent lengths to practice with." He stood up, bowed at the stand, then swiftly drew his sword, sliced two of the trunks off, and returned his sword to its sheath. Then he caught the now poles, one in each hand. *Thank you for this* he told the plant. *We appreciate your gift.*

"Your encouragement?" He blinks at the explanation. "You have a compulsion over plants?" It hadn't occurred to Drizzt before. It was a common vocation for elves on the surface, as far as Mooshie had claimed. "Are you a druid?"

He'd never met a druid, but he was told they have similar roles in nature of rangers, protecting wild places and culling impurities, only on a more esoteric level.

"So, did you have a type of cookie you wanted to make? I know of a number, from both before and during my time here, but it seems that some of the cookies are an acquired taste!" Sarai chuckled at that, but it was true that the acorn cookies had taken some trial and error here to be edible...which was probably why she had moved on to things like chocolate chunk.

Though she paused a moment, to think out loud. "Charlotte is fond of anything sweet, really, but maybe some sort of chocolate chunk, as that's a bit more special..." At least to Sarai, chocolate on Hydaelyn was a bit more difficult to come by than it was on the train...

"I'm not familiar with the term," Glorfindel said. "All the elves of my world have a certain...affinity for plants and animals. However, I am a little different, in that when I was reborn, I was given the powers of a Maia. So, I can do a few things that my brethren cannot, or at a...higher aptitude. Part of it is the fact I carry the Light of Anor within me, as I have mentioned before."

"If that is the type of cookie she prefers, then it makes sense that we make it," Glorfindel agreed. "I am leery of her kind, but you speak highly of her, so if I am to do this, I want to make a good impression," he said with a smile.

"And I agree that Chocolate is special."

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