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kollo_rpg2018-09-24 01:38 pm
freedomordeath) wrote in kollo_rpg2018-09-24 01:38 pm
Day 3 - A Farmer's Life
morning
[ If her friends back home could see her now, North is pretty sure they would be laughing. Well, they would be laughing but also proud of her for going with this strange new experience and that's good enough for her.
She is standing by the farmhouse, decked out in sensible rough trousers and a tank top, and heavy boots Einar had provided for her. There is a look of determination on her face as she surveys the potato field she will be working on today.
It's picking potatoes. It can't be that hard, though she has certainly not been built as a farming android and has no programming to give her innate knowledge what to do. As such, North will be listening attentively as Einar explains the work and takes them to the field for a demonstration. ]
Never thought I'd find myself working on a farm...
noon
[ It's lunch break for the field workers and now it's more obvious than before that North is no human. While the others are eating, she is just standing a little aside from the group, no sweat on her forehead from the hours of physical labor and no exhaustion showing on her face.
She looks content though, and even willing to join the group, albeit more to listen than to speak. ]
[ If her friends back home could see her now, North is pretty sure they would be laughing. Well, they would be laughing but also proud of her for going with this strange new experience and that's good enough for her.
She is standing by the farmhouse, decked out in sensible rough trousers and a tank top, and heavy boots Einar had provided for her. There is a look of determination on her face as she surveys the potato field she will be working on today.
It's picking potatoes. It can't be that hard, though she has certainly not been built as a farming android and has no programming to give her innate knowledge what to do. As such, North will be listening attentively as Einar explains the work and takes them to the field for a demonstration. ]
Never thought I'd find myself working on a farm...
noon
[ It's lunch break for the field workers and now it's more obvious than before that North is no human. While the others are eating, she is just standing a little aside from the group, no sweat on her forehead from the hours of physical labor and no exhaustion showing on her face.
She looks content though, and even willing to join the group, albeit more to listen than to speak. ]
noon;
really, he thinks, it was probably a bad idea, this whole farming shtick... but it did remind him of home, of his mother's failed attempts at growing all kinds of foods in their small backyard.
when he sees he's not the only one standing to the side, he directs a wry smile at North and says, ] Not hungry, either?
[ with the tone of someone whose reason for not eating is definitely not that he's not hungry. ]
Re: noon;
No, not hungry. This isn't my kind of food.
[ For all that the thirium she runs on can count as food, which isn't how she thinks about it. But it's an amusing thought, her sharing bags of blue blood like the humans are sharing their lunch.
Her eyes come to rest on Kieran again. ] Are you one of the visitors, too?
this is so horribly late i'm honestly ashamed
[ not that anything is his kind of food. he can keep nothing down, and he's not eager to try. ]
That's right. I'm Kieren. And you?
no subject
[ Which would be enough conversation for her, except she's come here in part to work on her social skills so... ]
It's my third day here. It's nice enough, I suppose. If you like rural and peaceful.
[ The latter of which is a definite improvement to home. Jury's still out on the former. ]