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Hello everyone, this is Clark Kent, your resident gardener...

[ Clark smiles at the camera, and reaches up to brush a little water away from his brow. He's stripped down a damp undershirt and streaked liberally with dirt. It might be a little surprising to those who've only seen him in his loose-fitting uniform, but Clark is thickly built, and looks perfectly at home with physical work.

Granted, he's not damp from sweat. About five minutes earlier there was an incident with a garden hose that was most definitely shut off when he set it down. He's starting to think that a lot of things on this ship have a mind of their own. ]

If you've been through the gardens lately, you might have noticed some new seedlings peeking through the dirt. So far, I've planted a variety of vegetables and some fruit suitable mainly to humans. Ideally, I'd like to meet more the crew's varied dietary needs. If there are any specific foods you're looking for that I might not be familiar with, feel free to contact me. I can't promise that I'll be able to grow everything, but I'll do my best.

[ Clark glances at something over his shoulder, then rubs his chin, leaving another streak of dirt along his jaw that he's entirely unaware of. ]

And as a last note... I bought a sculpture here earlier, and put it in the gardens for decoration. Unfortunately, it seems like a lot of us are seeing memories and weird illusions in the glass produced by the locals. While the effect is physically harmless, it can be pretty jarring, and I wouldn't want anyone to be caught unaware.

[ He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. ]

I think that's all. You'll be able to find me in the gardens for the next couple of hours if you have any questions.

[ And true to his word, Clark will be in the gardens for the next little while, watering the plants and re-planting any seedlings that need to be brought out from the nursery. ]

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It shouldn't effect me too greatly... its simply I don't often work with the earth element. Although I suppose it will give me time to gain more of an affinity for it. Even as a high priest, I find myself always learning.

[He nods himself into the camera, hiding his elation at going to find this specimen in person.] But of course. If you give me a moment to collect my things I can head across... luckily my office isn't far from the gardens.

[ Oh, that's right, he's the ship's therapist too.

Clark hesitates. He instinctively wants to rescind the invitation - but that would be ridiculous. Eric is a witch on a ship full of aliens. Anything he finds is hardly going to be a surprise, and he's coming over to arrange his garden, not psychoanalyze. ]

...Yeah, I'll see you then.

[ He closes the conversation for now so he can get back to work - he can ask a little more about this high priest stuff in person. ]

[Eric grins, ignoring the wariness that he'd quite clearly noticed. He wasn't sure where it came from but already it was easy to just assume it came from any avenue; Eric being a witch at the forefront of his assumptions.

He gathers his things and moves quickly, luckily he'd kept his office well enough organized already that lifting the apothecary kit was a small task, and then reaching for the vial on his desk that Tyler had given him. He wouldn't necessarily tell Clark he'd be planting marijuana because the other man might not like that. What Eric was hoping for would be to get a corner of the place to set up a small plantation but it mightn't be that easy.

He picks up the bag and moves from the office, waving a hand to seal the door shut as he left before making the short journey to the gardens and calling out.]

Mister Kent? Are you here?

[ Clark comes out of one of the locked areas, a crate laden with equipment balanced over one shoulder while he locks the door. He smiles in greeting before he sets everything down and walks over to meet Eric. ]

Doctor. [ He holds out a hand. ] Please, Clark is fine.

[ He inclines his head at the kit in Eric's hand. ] So what is it that we're dealing with here?

[He shoves the bag under one arm and reaches out to shake Clark's hand, a faint smile on his features. The smile disappears slightly when they make contact, his hand going stiff and eyes distant as he's suddenly awash with that other feeling he'd witnessed a couple of times since he got here. He shakes it off though, going back to a small smile to save some face at the indiscretion.]

Clark it is. And you can call me Eric of course. Nice to meet you in person rather than on the screen of a communications device.

[He transfers the bag so its handled in one hand.] It is, yes. I happen to have been lucky... I was travelling home from work when I was taken. As such I arrived here with a lot of amenities I might not otherwise have had.

[ Clark eases his grip immediately - he usually has better control of his strength than that, but after a moment he realizes that might not be what Eric was reacting to. He doesn't really know what the alternative is, though. ]

Likewise. [ He matches the smile, more out of habit than anything. He gestures for Eric to follow him over to one of the planters attached to the far wall. There's room enough for a few things, and it's out of the way without being locked up. ]

Lucky for all of us. You said you were a High Priest, back home? What does that mean exactly?

[He doesn't blame Clark for easing his grip and breaking the contact between the two of them. After all Eric could already imagine the picture his face might've been when he went through that sensation of other. He follows the stranger over to the planter though, still smiling pleasantly.]

I did. It is a title, like many others it dictates my responsibility. It means I'm the head of my coven back home. A coven, of course, is a group of witches. It essentially means I've gone through certain trials to make myself more powerful than other witches and I'm basically the head of a rather large family.

I'll be planting anything you give me over here - you're free to use it for whatever you need, as long as you let people know if there's anything dangerous to worry about.

[ He holds out a hand for the bag, since it doesn't look like Eric dressed to get his hands dirty. ]

It sounds like you have a lot of responsibility back home. Is there someone to take over for you while you're here?

Thank you, you're very kind. [A smile even as Clark reaches for the bag. Part of him didn't want to part with it, not when it was the last thing he really had from home.] I can help, with planting it... some of them, although not particularly dangerous, can be quite temperamental. [He holds out a hand, letting the bag float beside him, buffeted on an air current as he pulls up his sleeves.]

I do, yes... but the elders are more than capable of dealing with things. After all, this wouldn't be the first time they've been faced with this.

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