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Chilling with Friends | OTA | Imagination 14

Who: OTA
Where: Laundry, Kitchen, Medical, Greenhouse, Wildcard
When: Imagination 14
What: Glorfindel is doing some typical post mission things.
Warnings: Upbeat elf, approach at your own risk

Kitchen:

After dinner, Glorfindel headed back into the Kitchen to replenish his stocks and start a few more puff pastries on their journey to deliciousness. If you find him here, he is folding butter into dough and refrigerating it. He carefully labels which contain real butter and which contain coconut oil, so he has dough for the vegans, too.

"Looking for an after dinner treat?" he asks with a smile.

Medical:

He makes the rounds of those recuperating in the Medical car next, whisking dirty dishes into his arms band for later washing, and making sure everyone has what they need before they settle in for the night.

Need a book? Something fetched from your room? Dessert? Your tea reheated? Just let him know!

He also checks on the Medical personnel and restocks their fridge too. "You can't help others if you don't take care of yourself, you know," he gently chides.

Greenhouse:

Plants need constant care. As he does every day that he is on the Train, he lets the plants bask in his own golden light, smiling and talking to them. He waters, checks which are ready for harvest, and which might need other care.

He also checks on his hummingbirds to make sure they are doing well.

"It is such a lovely, restful, car, don't you think?"

Storage/Laundry car:

Glorfindel drops off the vegetables and the bamboo in the Storage Area before heading upstairs to the Laundry.

About once a week he brings the items that like to be dried up here. It has clothes lines and fans, so it is perfect for drying things other than clothes too. Tonight he is drying some tobacco, catnip, mint, lavender, and other herbs.

"I'm sorry, did you need to use the washer?" he asks. "Or were you looking for me?"

[Wildcard: Where do you want to find Glorfindel?]

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"I don't get the bugs on the wall." Jessie was watching as she heads to the back to smoke. "May even grow my own in case rolling my own is needed."

"They are Cassie's work, you might have to ask her about them," Glorfindel said with a smile. "We all do what we can to bring home where we are."

He tilted his head at her words. "So the tobacco plant we have is not yours, then?"

Trunks rarely ventured to the greenhouse, but after so much destruction, he wanted something more peaceful. He'd also been spending his time running around playing gopher and while he didn't regret it, it did leave him tired. Not necessarily physically (although he was starting to feel that too). Maybe he'd try for some meditation. Or look for another flower to give Cassie.

He hadn't expected Glorfindel, but he's not entirely surprised either. The other gets a tired smile. "I'm not usually here, but I may have to make it a regular stop now."

"Please do," Glorfindel said, watering the vegetables in one of the communal plots.

The two resident hummingbirds dart out from the bamboo grove (small though it was) to check Trunks out, then darted back to hover by Glorfindel. "Yes, his hair is very nice. All right, I will ask."

"Would you happen to have a few strands of hair you might be willing to part with for a nest?" he asked, grinning at Trunks.

"Uh...I guess? I mean, are there other birds who'd want some?" Now he was getting compliments from the birds too. Trunks was still getting used to the idea that he's good-looking.

"Only these two in the Greenhouse. There are a couple of other birds elsewhere on the Train, of course. But we needed someone to pollinate the flowers, and my request for bees was denied."

"I suppose we'll have to see if they want strands too, then." But Trunks was content to wait until it came up. He was very careful as he separated out some strands in his fingers. One hand holding the rest of his hair away, he pulled with a faint wince. Little more than a sting, and he'd been prepared, so it was more psychological than anything.

Then he offered the strands of purple to the hummingbirds.

With a bob of thanks, the hummingbirds darted forward and snagged the strands from his fingers and darted back to the bamboo grove.

"You have made them very happy," Glorfindel said with a smile. "Though, we could have just cut it; you didn't have to pull it out."

"I don't know that any of the other birds are building nests. If the subject comes up, I suppose we'll know."

Trunks shrugged. "Easier just to pull it. So long as I'm not made bald because of requests, it's an easy one to fill.

Eight had been pacing a moment, wondering what to say. While things didn't go completely wrong, there was a lot of stuff that did. Regardless, it would have been better for her piece of mind to... well, speak her mind.

She takes a deep breath as she enters the laundry car. With each step she recalls a piece of her military briefings. Be respectful. Be concise. Perform your duty.

It takes everything she has to keep from giving him the Octarian salute. "Sir. I wanted to take a moment to offer my report on the planet, sir." She may not be doing the salute, but she is definitely standing at attention. Some habits die hard.

It was as instinctive as her own actions, when his people came in from the field and came and found him wherever he was to report to him. Glorfindel straightened as well, letting a more serious air settle over him as he did. "Thank you, Agent 8. Please report."

And so she did. Reporting on the entry onto the planet. How everyone split to perform their tasks and that it was difficult for many to know what they were doing, which she suspected was the flaw of relying on SCA's intelligence over any actual scouting parties. She reported on working on the work of the work stations and the status of each before powering up the shield. Informed him of the nights and had to keep from stating how enjoyable it was to get to know people. And, finally the last day.

For her part, she did not partake in the grand battle, but instead took part in trying to help prevent the explosion of the control tower. She reported that with Senku's help, they were able to prevent it from blowing up. She also made sure to note the ingenuity of Team Orange's Senku and their own Tidus. She's especially glowing to note her friends, believing that they were especially above and beyond to achieve success on the mission (and barely mentions her own contributions, not wanting to praise herself too highly).

On a final note, she added the number of injuries that were acquired, while praising the valor of the medical team that went planet-side.

"End report."

Glorfindel listened without interruption until she was done, but did smile at a couple of points, at her glowing report of her friend's actions, and reading between the lines to spot her own.

"Thank you." He considered what she told him for a moment. "You have brought some excellent points to my attention. Scouting parties and more small group training are definitely something to recommend going forward."

"It was quite commendable of you and the others to persevere and deal with the situation at the control station. Your actions were instrumental in our success," he said with warmth.

"Has everyone been seen to by a healer?" he asked to doublecheck. "Including yourself?"

Her face is even through the compliments, but inwardly she was glad. It was another carry-over from her military training. To not show emotion to her superiors in the face of good or bath news. She was just grateful to give her report and make sure that the people in charge were informed.

She balks at the last question, her hand running up and down the left arm. "Sir? I... recover pretty fast. If it doesn't kill me my ink will restore my body."

It's one of the perks of having a malleable body.

"That is good to know. So you don't need a healer, you just need ink. Can you run low on ink? Should we keep a reserve in case you need replenishing?" Glorfindel had never met an inkling, and he wanted to make sure they were able to meet her needs.

"My abilities can also heal me quickly, so I understand," he added with a smile.

It was important to understand the members of your team. He should keep a list of people's particulars and confer with Roland.

Eight shook her head. "We only start losing our ink when we get older. I'm 16, so I have a lot of years left before I have to worry about that."

It was nice to know that someone on the train had similar longevity -- though were she to compare herself to an elf, she would be sorely lacking.

Still, she may have to take a little while to pluck out all the wooden splinters from her arm. An annoying many of them were too close to the skin, and shifted into ink whenever she transformed.

"It seems so!" he answers. "Also, you did say I should come to the Greenhouse," he adds, as he walks in and looks around.

The golden Elf is shedding golden light on the plants, as though he were the sun. Curufin relaxes and starts to bask in this light, just as the plants and the hummingbirds are doing.

It was always a good time to see Curufin, in Glorfindel's opinion. "I am so glad you did!"

He finishes watering the sunflowers, then puts down the watering can and walks over to Curufin. "How is your recovery going?" referring to not just the physical, but the mental side.

Curufin feels exactly the same way! It is always a good time to see Glorfindel.

Curufin sits down on the corner of one of the planter boxes and smiles, watching the golden Elf tending to the lovely sunflowers. "I'm doing well," he answers. "The wounds are healing nicely, and that's thanks to you. Also, I was pretty tired when I came aboard after all that happened, and still worried that a meteor might come unexpectedly and smash us while we were making the final repairs to the stations. My dreams were pretty strange during that final stretch. But I'm feeling much better now. And how are you doing?"

"Nothing prophetic, though?" Glorfindel asked, to be sure. He sat down next to Curufin and poked him gently in the side where the worst of the wounds had been. He smiled at the question, though. "I am doing as well as usual."

He had been expending a great deal of spiritual energy, but nothing as sustained as on the underground mission. Plus, Curufin kept him quite excellently grounded.

"I had one dream in particular that I suspect may have been prophetic, but I cannot be sure. It was about Captain Halo." He'll pass that dream on to Glorfindel telepathically if the golden Elf is up for it.

He grinned at Glorfindel when the golden Elf poked him in the side and elbowed him back in a teasing manner, meeting those luminous, mischievous blue eyes with his own sparkling dark gray ones. "You always seem as though you're doing well. Maybe it has something to do with the Valar giving you the gift of good temperament?"

Curufin will happily, um, ground him anytime he wants.

Edited 2020-12-22 23:26 (UTC)

While Della's leg is being repaired, she's walking around via mop-crutches. Not fancy, but hey, they do the job.

"Always!" Della chirped. "What's cookin', good lookin'?"

"On cleaning duty?" Glorfindel asked with a grin back. "You seem to be missing an appendage. Lose a fight?"

"Not exactly." Della chuckled. "Just having my leg repaired. The short version of it is, 'my fault'."

"I suspect there were extenuating circumstances," Glorfindel said. "At least it leaves you with a leg to stand on."

He eyed the mops. "Are those actually comfortable? Do you need any padding on the tops?"

"Boooo." Only she's allowed to do bad puns!

"But yeah, they're fine for now. Better than nothing!"

"That is true, we wouldn't want you to hop without a mop," Glorfindel said with a grin, completely unrepentent.

"Don't make me smack you with it." She wouldn't, probably.

"But yeah, I can't stand still even if I can't stand. I need stuff to do, I need to move!"

With Red team in charge of laundry, Sonya had taken a laundry basket and was on her way to sort clothes when she saw Glorfindel with several bunches of herbs. Considering the twine he had with him, it wasn't difficult to guess his intentions.

"Not right now," She went back to her laundry (well, not hers per say). "Just getting this out of the way."

She eyed the tobacco. While it was true she herself didn't mind the occasional smoke (she managed to make an entire pack last a decade), it was never something she wanted to make a habit for. "Is the tobacco in high demand?"

"There are one or two people on the Train who indulge. It was a popular past time back home, for some humans and Halflings. Mithrandir took blowing smoke rings from his pipe to a ridiculous level, of course," Glorfindel said with a laugh. "Since someone has gone to all the trouble of growing it, I thought I would dry it with the rest. Do you indulge in a pipe?

He went to one side of the car and started tying little bundles of green to the lines, and laying out the fruits and vegetables to be dried, using handmade bamboo drying baskets that he pulled from his Arms Band. "This thing is amazingly useful."

He looked over at her as he worked. "If you want to wash something, please do. I will be warming the room enough that the moisture will not be an issue, and your clothes on the lines will dry faster."

She supposed that was as good a point as any. The practical side of her knew that the smoke could act as a deterrent for pests, so there was that as well.

"Too much trouble and break too easily," She knew some of the older members of her family indulged, but they were all retired. "Cigarettes are easier and cheaper to buy, easier to carry around, and the tobacco's already wrapped inside so there's no fuss."

Like always, she spoke as she worked, tossing the pile of dark clothes into the wash. "I smoke on occasion, but it can weaken and damage a person's lungs over time, so I don't make it a habit."

In combat or right after, that didn't seem to matter; escaping such a death, possibly by a narrow margin, death by induced lung damage seemed mild by comparison.

"Hm, perhaps I should order some Longbottom Leaf from my world then. Either it is a little different, or the physiology of the Hobbits and Men of my World are." He'd never heard of such a thing, but then most Elves didn't indulge.

"When you spend most of your time either tracking, or avoiding being tracked by, orcs, you don't want to be smelling of smoke, so it could just be that most of the Men I knew never indulged enough for it to become an issue." Plus, rarely did any of them die of old age. The life of a Ranger was not an easy one.

She actually grinned, a slight, twisting of her mouth that wasn't entirely a full smile. "Is that a form of tobacco or some form of..." She had a slight feeling he wouldn't understand what 'psychedelics' were. "What people smoke to mellow out, perhaps have some sort of pain-killing effect-or at the very least you stop caring about it."

Lord knew she could've done with some when she first arrived, and while not official, she knew of a few doctors who slipped the most severe patients a few grams. No one smoked on base of course, she had strict standards for that, but..she could see the benefits.

"That's actually something they told us when being instructed to survive in the jungle, how to cover our scent if being pursued."

And cigarette smoke did linger on a person, to say nothing of leaving behind cigarette butts.

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