thisavrou | 003. VIDEO; now this looks like a job for me (late 23 through 24)

Greetings!

[Hello, Avagi. It's a beautiful day in our local greenhouse jungle, isn't it? Here's your host!

Some of you may recognize him from his grandstanding over a year ago, or from any number of disasters. For everybody else, enjoy the glimpse of six feet of literally glowing enthusiasm, pitched somewhere between car salesman and televangelist.

There's something off about it though--something frantic in the gestures, a glint in the eyes, a sheen of teeth.

He moves like a thing in a cage, thrumming its tail on the bars.]

Kaittos is a great planet, huh? Stories are money--and let me tell you, I cleaned up. Crashed and burned at the trials, though. Total wipeout.

But what does this mean for you?

So many new Greenery specimens!

This is Utopia; wave to our friends, babe. I'm told she'll sprout apples in a season or so. Maybe sooner, with the fertilizer I've got...unless those markings stand for deadly poison. Hmm.

See, I'm betting I'm not the only one with a short fuse or a tendency to die in combat, or sucking at whatever it is healers do.

So if you're tired of people telling you the all twists for all the seasons of your favorite thing that you haven't seen yet, or teleporting into your shower, or--that whole, thing--with the feelings--

[Ew. Have an enormous full-body shudder.]

Come grow something with me. Or trim hedges! Or water, or dig, or--basically, bring anything but your newfound extraterrestrially-gifted powers.

See, 'cause, you're all winners, and good for you.

But this? This is not for you. You already have yourselves a party.

This is for the rest of us.

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[ He waits until the SysAdmin has finished, a fair pace distant and carrying another green plant in a small, white pot. Once Clu seems to have wrapped up, Flynn approaches, cloaked in calm. ]

Lost patience with the Trials, I see.

[ Coming from anyone else, it might sound like a judgement. From Flynn, it's neutral, maybe with a lean into wry understanding. ]

[Having lost most of his verbal steam, he's been watering the few stragglers that were off schedule. There are no loose ends, no dead or dry leaves, at last everything starting to show uniformly green.

It's still new, hearing his own voice (not his own voice, never his voice) changed by time and softened by preference.

He can do wry.]

Not my best moment. You should've seen the other guy.

[Turning, considering. Carefully smothering a sudden glint of excitement: just because something exists in Flynn's hands does not mean it is his, or that he should take it, or even that he can be entrusted with care of it.

They all know better by now.

It is a tiny living logarithmic spiral series, self-sustaining and almost chartreuse and maybe if he comports himself gently enough, he will get to water it.]

You working on something? I--just needed room to breathe.

[Not that he's ever actually needed to breathe, but the cliche` approximates the sensation and it's downright cute, r= ae^bθ, repeating.]

[ Clu's use of the very User saying, the pause that's so brief it could have gone so easily missed, might've had him ready with a pat on the shoulder, a rush of warmth. His hands don't leave the pot.

Flynn shrugs, the action minute, easy, a smile for the little plant. He turns it, prayer beads clinking soft against one another, so Clu can better see each angle of the spiral pattern that had so caught his own eye. ]

Thought this little lady looked a bit droopy; could use a bit more sun. They said it's edible.

[ What do you think? under the statement, read in the way his brow quirks. ]

003. VIDEO; now this looks like a job for me (late 23 through 24)

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