voidtreckerexpress | Glorfindel |OTA

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Glorfindel |OTA

Who: OTA
Where: Various places
When: Horseshoe Day 3-5
What: Glorfindel gets busy making things for the next mission. Also, hanging with friends!
Warnings: None currently

Luggage Car (Open, but hope to see Inigo, Mami, and Jessie, threadjacking is AOK)

Glorfindel had his measurements, and was ready to organize. His friend Erestor would be so proud. Before everyone else showed up, he lined up the things that were currently stored in the room, then started putting them into the smaller pieces of luggage stored in the racks, making sure to label them with what was inside. For those already organized like that, he just labelled them.

Considering that people would appear in the larger bits of luggage, he left those empty and put them where they would not be hemmed in, so that people would not get trapped.

There were some vines and a couple of cracked bowls now masquerading as pots near the entrance. His plan was to sweep, give everything a bit of a wash, then string up the vines to start freshening up the air. He was waiting on his cohorts, but doing some groundwork in the meantime.

In the course of tidying up the place, he found a couple of spots that were...specially set aside just as they were. He did not want to take away anyone's refuge while making the car more friendly to those returning, that would negate the whole effect, after all.

Recovery Rooms (Now with extra Rapunzel, I hope! Medical types are welcome to Threadjack! Or anyone with an opinion on Themes.)

Glorfindel wanted to make sure the Recovery Rooms were ready for Rapunzel's paints, so he took a little time to make sure the walls were clean, and covered the beds and furniture with sheets to protect them. Since they were definitely not in use, this was the best time to spruce them up and make them warmer.

Once a theme was set for each room, he was wondering if anyone would be interested in making silk flowers, or quilts, or other handcrafts to make the rooms look less clinical.

Greenhouse: (With Galo, any other medical types, or people with time on their hands)

Glorfindel had spent the day previously harvesting most of his plants, to make the healing salve. The trick to it was to cook it over a fire, low and slow, while stirring quite frequently. He had a cutting board, a knife, lots of water, and hand made a couple of stirring paddles out of bamboo. Time to get cooking!

[Various stages will include chopping, stirring, more stirring, yet more stirring, watching it cool, then portioning it out into the little containers he'd been saving. Feel free to stop by at any point!]

Wildcard:

[Just like hanging out with Glorfindel? Come find him anywhere!]

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And Webmind... is stirring. He had promised, after all, and he certainly seems happy enough to do it.

"Ready for the next stage at your say-so, Glorfindel," he says.

Glorfindel smiled happily at him. He had the next batch of herbs ready to go in. "We now stir for about 11 hours. We can take turns though, don't worry. Then we reduce the heat and stir occasionally as it thickens. After the second time we reduce the heat, we take it off the heat and let it congeal."

"It is quite fortunate I do not need to eat!"

Have a bit of self-deprecating humor, Glorfindel.

"I have it memorized as of now, Glorfindel; never fear. But as for how to pass the time as we stir - did you have something in mind?"

For a moment Glorfindel thinks Webmind wanted to eat the Healing Salve, then he realized that he meant taking breaks to go eat. He laughed, mostly at himself. "Yes, it is fortunate, in this case. Though you do miss out on some delightful treats that way. Like chocolate."

"Hm," he rubbed his chin. "We could talk, or we could sing, or we could sit in utter silence and creep out anyone who walks by?" His grin was especially wide now.

"I did promise Romeo-"

If indirectly.

"That I would have ice cream with him, were I ever to augment myself in that way."

... He was tempted to go for that last option, if only for the momentary humor value; he winked.

"I don't suppose there are any books you would like to read aloud while I stir?"

Did you expect him to say anything different, Glorfindel?

"We could take turns in that, as well."

"I understand that smell is an important part of taste, so you might need both augmentations. Do you think that will be a 25 point or a 45 point option? If you need points, please ask. If I have them, I will share with my friends."

Glorfindel grinned. "Have you read all of the new My Little Voidtrecker books yet? Alternatively, I could read you the Mystery in Mirkwood, if you prefer. I could try one of the science books, but I might stumble on some of the pronunciations."

"I could not tell you the size of the appropriate parts, not offhand - but in terms of sheer complexity, I would assume it to be a 45-point request."

Webmind offered a knowing smile in turn. "Yes. It seems to be quite the franchise. Though, I would like to hear Mystery in Mirkwood..."

They could skip out on pronunciation issues for now.

"Anyone see a pack of cigarettes? I had a spare pack on the bench." Jessie figured she had simply misplaced them so cue question.

"Let me know," Glorfindel said, sincerely.

"You do?" He smiled. "I would be happy to read it to you. I can even do the voices," he said with a wink. "If you like it, I can order the rest, even."

"I'll be right back." It only took a moment for Glorfindel to run to the Library, check out the book and come back. Okay, maybe two moments, but he was pretty quick.

Glorfindel smiled at her and pointed at a nearby small suitcase with the handle of the broom he was using. "I tucked it into that case, the one that says, 'Jessie's tobacco.'"

It's not like Inigo to not do something after he promised he would. So of course he does show up to help at the luggage car at the earliest available opportunity. Sure, he may have about a thousand things on his mind that he's fussing over all at the same time, but clearly the best way to deal with that is to just do whatever he can to distract himself from it.

Like helping out here.

When he shows up and spots Glorfindel already there, he stands up straight, even giving a slight salute. Maybe something about Inigo seems a little too enthusiastic. Overcompensating, Inigo? Never. Clearly. Obviously.

"Sir! I'm ready for duty!"

After the next mission, he most certainly would! That would probably be long enough...

"If it's a series, of course I would be happy to hear the rest."

It's longer for Webmind than for Glorfindel - but that was normal for Webmind, and as such he was used to it. As a callback to Glorfindel's own joking suggestion, though, he just stared at him silently, a smile on his face.

Daia wanted to water some plants and maybe try growing flowers; what better place to do that than the greenhouse car?

Daia was looking at the instructions on the screen as he tried to gather the needed supplies. And when he feels he understands well enough, he heads further in to look for places to plant. Imagine his surprise when he sees...

"Glorfindel!" He heads over happily, setting his seeds and watering can down to get a closer look at what the Elf is doing.

"Was sure I just misplaced them so thank you!" as she grabs the pack, easily sliding one out before returning the pack. As she lights up she muses,'The last stop was interesting."

For this task, Rapunzel had decided to carry about her own paints that she got from home along with the ones that friends have given her for colors she might not necessarily have in her case.

So it took a few trips to bring everything into the one room. With that sorted she rolled up the sleeve of her Orange uniform and was ready to go. Soon her eyes wondered over to the things being covered and tilted her head.

"Did things need to be covered for painting?"

Glorfindel shrugged. "I thought it better safe than sorry?"

"Today we get rooms 1 and 4, as Ichigo is using 2 and 3 for his blood draws."

"Just tell me how to help, and I will."

Glorfindel nodded emphatically. "So very interesting, yes. How was your 'vacation?'"

He finished sweeping up the floor, having dusted earlier. [Look, after 5000 years of experience you *learn* stuff like that!]

Glorfindel grinned at Webmind and waved his hand in front of his screenface like someone moving a mouse to wake up a computer. "I'm back!"

He held up the book, book one in a series about an Elven Detective named Greenleaf. "Speaking of autographed copies, just before he sailed, Legolas's father Thranduil had me sign his entire collection. Apparently he is a big fan. He even has the spin-off series of Young Greenleaf mysteries."

Mm-hm. Glorfindel smiles at Inigo and hands him two buckets. One with soapy water, one with clear water. Both have washrags in them. "Glad to hear it. Best way to help start fresh is to wipe down every surface, including the walls and all the luggage. When the wash rag gets too dirty, toss it in that pile there," he nods where the ones he's already used are, "and upgrade the rinse rage to wash. There are more rags there," it is a rainbow of old hoodies, including errant sleeves. "We'll need to go to Sleeper One whenever we need to change out the wash and rinse water, but just grab cold water. I'll heat it up once it's here."

[lulling him into a feeling of safety? Why...maaaaaybe!]

"Daia!" Glorfindel smiles happily to see his friend. "What brings you to the Greenhouse today?"

He has eight piles of herbs next to him, which he was just finishing giving a good wash.

Webmind briefly flickered the screen to a ';D' face, before returning to normal - still stirring, of course!

"That is a high honor indeed - though I couldn't say who had the higher honor!"

A joke? Perhaps.

"We could make a small project of acquiring those for the library as well, in time."

Glorfindel laughed and winked back.

"Oh, quite. Legolas himself found it amusing, fortunately. He gets mistaken for the author quite often. Oddly enough, very few ever figured out it was actually me, though I thought it rather obvious," Glorfindel said.

"I've been writing that series for quite a while. It might take a bit of time to collect them all," he confessed.

Usually Inigo isn't the type to complain about chores. But under regular circumstances the idea of having to wipe down the entire luggage carriage would at the very least make him whine without any regard as to who might hear it.

But today? It's fine. This is fine. Inigo is going to scrub this whole place like a maniac until his brain is unable to think of anything but cleaning. Goodbye, worries! Farewell!

"Got it!" Which means he's still just. Way too enthusiastic about this. Especially by teenage standards. He's already rolling up his sleeves. "Don't worry, I could do this all day!"

"It does require one to only be familiar with a certain... 'cast of characters', you might say?"

Webmind could only :D

"Well, I am sure the train will be blessed with whatever we manage to onboard. Now, were we to start at any sort of prologue, or simply 'Chapter 1'?"

"I wanted to try planting flowers~ I've never done it before." He gives a bright smile.

He looks at the herbs.

"Are you getting these for food?"

Glorfindel nodded. "Then let us get to meeting them, shall we?" he asked. "But first, yes, there is a prologue, in which we are introduced to the mystery afoot..."

Glorfindel made sure to stop for water breaks and to check on the salve, though with Webmind stirring it there were never any issues.

"Before I continue, on to the end," Glorfindel said, preparing to resume. "Do you have any guesses as to who did it? Or, more importantly, how they did it?"

Glorfindel only gave him a slight look at his extreme enthusiasm. "Well, I hope you won't need to," he said with a slight smile. "I am here as well, after all."

He thought for a moment, then offered, "Do you want to take that half and we can race?"

Glorfindel shook his head. "They are to make a healing salve. It is good for bruises and minor wounds. Keeps people fit without using a potion up," he explained. "A little goes a very long ways, too."

He smiled at the other. "If you go to the very end of this row, next to the far door, there is an empty plot, right next to the one where I put some from the Island we just visited. If you like the look of it, that is. I just cleared it, so I know it is free."

"So, what parts of this do you want my help for?" Galo asks as he peers at the herbs laid out and the cutting board. "I'm not bad in a kitchen. If you direct me on how you want this stuff handled I can help on this part too!"

He won't mind if stirring is all he can do. It's helping out and the benefits to the whole train will be worth it. He glances around while taking care not to look at any view of the void. Once was enough.

The book was delightful, and Webmind let Glorfindel speak on, vocalizing proper reactions at the twists and vivid descriptions and so forth.

He did his best to look mock-offended at the last question, though.

"I should think it is patently obvious, dear Glorfindel," he replied.

"But what I can't do is write your book for you; that would take all the fun out of it!"

And, in his opinion, make it much less fun to read.

"Okay, got it... As for help. I don't know. I'm used to doing the painting by myself. Though I can't get to high places anymore, so odds are I'll need something for higher areas." Not like she had her hair anymore to do such a thing.

She frowned a bit at the thought before her focus was back to the task at hand. "But that is all I can think of."

"Milord!"

Inigo gasps, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest. He sure is laying it on thick here, huh. But Inigo has never been great at being subtle.. Especially not when he's overcompensating like right now.

"Do you not trust me to be able to do this all on my own? I know I may not exactly be ancient." Or glowing. Or magical. Or-- look, a whole lot of things! "But I may just be the hardest worker you've ever seen!"

"Oh." He looks at the herbs then back at Glorfindel. "Did you want any help?"

Or maybe not. Daia's still not the best at cooking, he might mess it up.

Daia looks the direction that Glorfindel indicates. And he nods.

"Okay, I'll go look. I'll be right back."

He gathers the seeds and watering can and scampers to the plot real quick. He doesn't have to look long to decide it's perfect and sets everything down before scampering back to Glorfindel.

"Minus the cave and its weird not bad! Nice to have open space for smoke breaks."

[Greenhouse]

Cassie is on the floor updating the wall of bugs, today adding a little army ants to stand in for Wakanda. She spots Glorfindel from her perch,"Yell if I can help or just pass things?" But the weird from the cave came back, but how?

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luggage car

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Might do to fade/timeskip through the book at this point?

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Hold onto your hat!

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Aha! Daia has a plot! I need to add that to the map!

Greenhouse (Sorry for being late)

Wheee!

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Welp, I guess he does now, lol. Thank you. ^^

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