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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. ]
[ 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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What's Sunny like? I understand if you don't want to talk, but it helps sometimes, when you miss someone.
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Sunny is the nicest person I know. She's a SandWing but she's really small and she doesn't have a poisonous tail barb like the other SandWings, but it doesn't matter. She always sees the best in everyone, no matter what, and she just wants to see everyone happy. She's amazing!
[He sighed wistfully, thinking about how different it would be if Sunny was here with him right now.]
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Until then, the best thing to do is make some more friends, don't you think?
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[ Starflight manages that particular noncommittal grunt of a teenager who knows you are right but doesn't want to admit it.]
Yes, I suppose. But it's not the same.
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[ Come on Starflight, it's not that bad. ]
And what was happening back home?
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[Starflight took a deep breath, pausing to get his thoughts in order before answering. Cutting down everything about the war and the dragonet prophecy and everything happening with his friends was harder than he thought.]
Basically, the NightWings are planning on invading the RainWing Kingdom, which is where Sunny and my other friends are, and they need her to finish a prophecy so they can manipulate it to their advantage so they were going to try kidnapping her before I left.
The NightWings are horrible and I know they will be terrible to Sunny because she doesn't look like other SandWings.