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

Private

[thelastbullet]

This is the first time I've been given cause in over half a year. [It's a little strange, actually. He doesn't think he's gone this long without killing someone since 1917.]

Private

[rickitikitarr]

What happens next?

Private

[thelastbullet]

You'll have to ask him that. As far as I'm concerned we're square.

Private

[rickitikitarr]

I'm not asking him, I'm keeping my nose well out of it.

Except, I picked a fight with your warden, by accident, sorry about that.

Private

[thelastbullet]

[He seems a little amused at that, actually.]

No need to apologize to me. What did you fight about?

Private

[rickitikitarr]

He wanted to know where you'd got it. I inadvertently compared him to the guards at a Japanese POW camp. The usual.

Private

[thelastbullet]

[Ouch-- the wince isn't audible, but it's definitely there.]

Gene's a little sensitive about the Japanese. He chew your head off?

Private

[rickitikitarr]

No, no, he was good about it. And I managed to cool off and apologize.

Re: Private

[thelastbullet]

Good.

He means well. He just doesn't know what to do, I guess.