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.

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[tucky]

What are the last two, pleacotums and limequats? What are they made of?

[rickitikitarr]

Lime and kumquat.

And peach, plum and apricot. A pluot and a peach.

[tucky]

... The fuck is a kumquat?

[fridgetothefire]

I blame capitalism.

[She looks like death warmed over and sounds like spent the last week screaming, and also has the flu]

[rickitikitarr]

If my warden is a commie I'm jumping off the boat. I really am.

[fridgetothefire]

If you do, wear goggles. That way your eyeballs won't explode before you asphyxiate.

[Helpful and matter-of-fact. Grinning maybe a teeny tiny bit.]

Private - around 6am

[formerself]

Mate, do you ever sleep?

[Eggsy's sleep patterns swing between 'basically healthy' and 'discouraged by nightmarish flashbacks'. The latter is getting less frequent with time, so, that's nice?]

[rickitikitarr]

Oh, periodically.

[He's still up.]

I'm just not spending enough energy to earn it.

Private

[formerself]

[Pfff.] You need a girlfriend.

[But given the Barge as a dating pool?]

...though...can understand you not.

[demolitions]

[Boyd is just shocked, Ricki. Shocked. ]

All this time, and I never knew you had a secret prejudice against plant propagation.

[rickitikitarr]

[Snort.]

Secret? Who's secret about it? Dreadful things, they are. I'll wear my prejudices on my sleeve, thank you very much.

[demolitions]

We don't have to worry about you amassin' an army of horticultural zealots, do we?

[Although Boyd could give him pointers, minus the horticulture aspect.]

[thelastbullet]

I'm pretty sure past generations don't give a shit. This past generation doesn't, anyway.

You all right, Tarr?

[rickitikitarr]

Bored. Bored bored.

[And tired, and restless, and a little childish, apparently.]

Glad you're up and kicking, though. What happened?

[thelastbullet]

He pulled a gun on me. I've always learned not to hold a gun if you're not prepared to shoot it, so I did. [He feels, honestly, a little guilty about it when it comes to Ricki and Cain. Not that he minds having shot Omar, but he didn't mean to betray their trust.]

[fireincarnate]

[Jean doesn't really need sleep, so she doesn't look particularly tired as she laughs.]

I do want to try them now.

...I wonder if I could - [She wiggles her fingers thoughtfully.]

[rickitikitarr]

Admiraled up, are we?

[Interesting. Tiffany, he feels protective of, but she's a stranger- he wouldn't mind if she wanted to try.]

[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.

[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.

[punched_hitler]

Going grocery shopping in the future's always an adventure.

You really want those for the kitchen? [Says the guy who's a new kitchen warden.]

[rickitikitarr]

Yes. No. Possibly? Can I look at them but not have to eat them?

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[150th]

Why are the fruits that nature provides insufficient?

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[rickitikitarr]

Don't ask me. I'm as baffled as you are.