taxonomites | now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's sudden disappearance, continuing on with their business as usual.

For those relocated, though, it's an entirely different story.

They find themselves in rooms with white, alabaster walls that gives them an almost too-clean feeling, as if the entire place was sanitized prior to their arrival. The room assignments are seemingly random, people placed on floors with those they don't know and don't like, people they would rather not be within twenty feet of. It matters not, for what's done is done and cannot be undone. For those who happen to have pets, they'll find them waiting for their owners in the rooms as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

The only thing the captives have managed to bring with them is the clothes on their back and the tablets. On them, they find the following message:

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY WHILE WE ADDRESS CERTAIN TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Unfortunately for those who try to find a means of escape, they'll discover there is none. Leaving the Sanctuary will prove to be as difficult as leaving Taxon itself. However, if one heads down the right corridor and the right floor, they'll find something else entirely lurking in their midst...

( ooc | sorry for the delay in posting! your mods were otherwise occupied with things of the irl variety this morning. THIS BE A PARTY POST, Y'ALL. room assignments are here, and refer back to the sott post proper for any additional information. please contact us with any questions/concerns you may have in regards to this plot. ♥ )

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"Ha and ha." Glitch, on the other hand, met change with some serious misgivings before his half-a-brain figured out how to cope. Usually via ignoring the daylights out of it.

The second question earned a raised eyebrow. "I'm probably the last person to notice any changes to this place, Cain, but if you say so I'm not gonna argue."

He wandered further into the kitchen, turning the tablet so Cain had a view of Glitch-cam. "This does look nice. Cozyish."

"I'm just sayin' if I'd known about the green house I might've spent some time here instead of out in the streets every other night."

It's one of the things he's come to miss since coming here: digging his hands into the ground, sticking around to watch new life grow right out of it.

"I think you'll like the floor I'm on even better than yours."

Glitch turned the tablet back around so he could deliver the concerned sulk which conveyed his opinion of Cain's nocturnal meanderings. "Well, now you know. And and if it stays there after we get out of here, you can always come back."

Because yes, they were going to be let out and then Cain would do night gardening instead of weird patroling. All was well in Glitch's world.

"...better than food?" Good luck, tin man.

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"Yeah. Better not get our hopes up, right?" Because you never know with this place, DO YOU.

"I don't know yet.

"But there might be apple trees. Or bushes full of berries. Vegetable patches."

Well, there goes the Not Getting Hopes Up plan, Cain.

The prospect of apple trees or other things to forage got a sunny grin. "All right, now I'm interested. Where is this place?"

"Sixteenth floor. Once you're done poking at the fancy kitchen equipment, what say you we get our hands dirty?"

Because if there aren't any fully grown apple trees, Cain's got half a mind to plant one just to watch it grow.

"Or I could just watch you," Glitch suggested lightly. Dirt-dirt was different from machine-dirt, after all, but perhaps he could be persuaded. "I'll be up in a bit, and and maybe I'll bring nibbles."

A bit became after sorting out River's lobster issues, and by that point he'd utterly forgotten nibbles. No matter, he's there and ooo-ing at the greenery in his silk pants and short sleeved shirt.

And of course by that time Cain's already made a mental catalog of the inventory in the greenhouse itself, raided the storage for a variety of tools and seeds, and is happily sorting out a vegetable patch. Weeds taken care of and piled beside him on the floor.

He's just about to start a new row, and is choosing between a few varied options.

Might just say yes to a bit of help, deciding.

There is some impressed muttering about the hydroponics before Glitch finally finds the focus to seek Cain out.

"Oh, you've been productive," he remarked with a nod and prodded the dirt with his bare toes. "Or or I got sidetracked for longer than I thought. Or both!"

He grinned cheerfully, invigorated by the greenery.

Cain waited.

And then he waited a touch longer, until he turns his head at the sound of his friend approaching. He nodded in reply, the front of his white pants coated in a dusty wash of dirt. It's part of the charm of tending to plants. One way or the other, you would get stains. Grass stains, dirt, pollen and so on. It didn't matter. It was par for the course.

"Want to help me decide what to plant? Anything within reason."

"No lunch-pail trees, then?" Glitch asked and crouched beside his friend, folding his arms to rest on his knees. The left bore evidence of the year-old tram station explosion incident, the tail end of a scar peeking out from the sleeve plus other fainter scratches, and the right...well. His fear of open flame was well-founded thanks to the Sorceress' hospitality.

Old news, forgotten and irrelevant. There were more pressing matters.

"But yeah, I'll help. What are the reasonable choices?"

"Well, no magic means no magic-related plants. And if you ask me, I'd prefer if you pick edible ones."

He handed Glitch a small box with plenty little containers, neatly labelled and numbered. Tomatoes, different types of berries and fruit, olives, all conceivable types of seeds.

"If you don't find anything you like there, there's other stuff in the storage room. Stuff you don't grow from seeds.

"But to answer your question: anything you can grow in a vegetable patch that won't nix the other plants. Climate's suitable for almost anything, I think."

Not being an expert on Otherside flora, and all.

And it's so much easier to talk about such things than to acknowledge Glitch's scars (which he didn't think he could without seeming like a complete and utter mother hen).

"I'm good with edible." Glitch accepted the box and neatly folded his legs beneath him, not concerned in the least by the dirt. He flipped through the selections, humming and frowning and finally ooo-ing as he took out a pack of pumpkin seeds.

"Okay the vines might go all over but if you plant it at the edge of the patch, maybe put up a row of pole beans to separate them out..." The engineer stopped talking and the headcase took over. "We'll have pie for weeks, and and they'll be orange and hefty."

The pure and utter delight at the prospect of pie had Cain sporting a grin in no time. "Yeah, they usually are. Orange as oranges, and bulky."

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, he plucked the container from Glitch's hands. "And not just pie. You can do lots of things with pumpkin. Roast, mash, soup, cakes, bread, you name it."

"The seeds can be roasted too," Glitch threw in, determined to have the last word.

For a moment he was lost thoughts of pumpkin-related delights, but managed to haul himself back. "Right. S-so I used to make agricultural machinery and I think I may have kept a terrarium, but actual gardening was...well, never a thing."

Which was a roundabout way of asking what the hell to do now.

Cain was but too happy to elaborate on the subject, and did so with a small grin. "Well, pumpkins are special. You need to plant them in a slope or on top of a small hill, and dig a moat to surround them. The roots will dry out if you just plant them in a row."

Brushing his hands together, he pushes off the floor and gestures for Glitch to follow. Why not stake out a claim for his best friend while they're at it. "You need a minimum of six hours of sun every day, and not too much rain - the latter not being a problem in here. How about..."

Eyes scanning the available plots, settling at last on a spot close to the big floor-to-ceiling windows. "Here. I think this'll do nicely. Now all we have to do is pack a heap of soil at about three inches in diameter, leave room for a moat approximately four inches wide and deep, and we're getting somewhere. Or, we could get the groundwork done tonight, leave the seeds in a glass of water, and we'll have sprouts in the morning."

Glitch listened intently and followed along, quietly repeating the bits he thought were most important. he was thoroughly impressed by Cain's simple, practical knowledge and tried to soak up as much of it as he could.

"Sprouts sound good," he replied with a nod. "So that's...groundwork for now, then more stuff tomorrow to keep us occupied."

See, he's already settling in for a lengthy stay.

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