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

[tucky]

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

[fridgetothefire]

I blame capitalism.

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

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?]

[demolitions]

[Boyd is just shocked, Ricki. Shocked. ]

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

[thelastbullet]

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

You all right, Tarr?

[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.]

[chillestrogue]

That sounds disgusting.

[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.]

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[150th]

Why are the fruits that nature provides insufficient?