voice: midnight ramble

[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki's insomnia is not getting all that much better. There isn't anything to do around during the day, exactly, either, but it's even worse at this hour in the morning. All he can think of is the library, again, and the network.

Today, it's;]

Who knows what about fruit hybrids? Did you know they've invented something called a pluot that's halfway between an apricot and a plum? I'm not an old fashioned bloke but that strikes me as a little ghastly.

[Flipping the age of his book.]

A plumcot. A pleacotum. This can't be real, it must be nonsense- here. Limequats. That, at least, is properly illustrative.

I'm pleased to see you haven't squandered the future that past generations won for you. Additionally, I think we should request all of these for the kitchen, immediately.

Comments

[chillestrogue]

That sounds disgusting.

[rickitikitarr]

Each peach pear plum. You're absolutely right, of course. Mind you, an apricot and peach pie is a thing I've tried-

[chillestrogue]

Stop.

You're giving me indigestion.

[fireincarnate]

No, actually, but I can rearrange molecules. [She says it casually, as she considers her fingers.]

We might just end up with smoothies, though.

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[demolitions]

I ain't offerin' any argument there. She tried to choke Tiffany, unprovoked, as I understand it.

[rickitikitarr]

[Well, that's creepy and weird.]

Smoothies?

[rickitikitarr]

[He gives her the number, and goes to tidy up, hurriedly.]

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[rickitikitarr]

Yikes.

[See, this is why he doesn't get laid any more.]

[rickitikitarr]

Not a fruit fan, are we?

[Laughing, not mean spiritedly.]

[tucky]

[Soon enough he gets a knock.]

Ricki, it's me.

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[demolitions]

Although some people might find that kinda kinky.

[Not him.]

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[rickitikitarr]

What?

No. Don't tell me.

[Didn't exist in the seventies, he's sticking to that.]

[chlorophylliac]

I don't garden.

But if you're interested in learning about caring for plants, I can teach.

[Which is Poison Ivy for 'I'm dying of boredom and your voice isn't terrible to listen to'.]

[rickitikitarr]

Rosebushes. Tell me about growing rosebushes. I tried for years, and they only ever limped along for me.

[thelastbullet]

That was the point of the whole endeavor, but I'm not placing any bets on it.

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[formerself]

....Four months.

[Ricki, you are actively creating a monster.]

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[demolitions]

Just somethin' to bear in mind, that's all.

[chlorophylliac]

Undernourished earth, overcrowding and lack of access to sunlight are the most common culprits. They thrive best in loam soil, well-watered at the roots.

Ask, next time you have a question.

[chillestrogue]

Not when I don't see the point in..whatever it is you're making.

[rickitikitarr]

This is one of those nights where there is absolutely no point. I'm actually just a hair away from deliberately wasting your time, but am a little too overtired to credit myself with that much clarity of intention.

[rickitikitarr]

[Of course not. Ricki rolls his eyes, but smiles in exasperation.]

If either one of you catches me in the crossfire I'll be very irate.

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[rickitikitarr]

How've you been? Didn't make your escape in Paris?

[rickitikitarr]

What about weather? Are there any varietals that are more... tropically inclined?

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[rickitikitarr]

Wager on it?

[rickitikitarr]

[He opens the door for her with a grin.]

Hello, Tiffany. Come in, come in, catch me up.