Day 288

[polariity]

Who: The Helmsman and you
Open: Open
When: Day 288
Where: By the entrance to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman ventures out and comes back with some shinies he's heard so much about.
Format: Any
Warnings: The usual difficulties that come with chatting it up with him

Regardless of the tension that's flared up because of recent discussions, it seems as though the Helmsman's schedule hasn't changed particularly greatly. Today, just like every other day, he ventures outwards from the Tower. Unlike every other day, however, he doesn't venture off onto Dragonfield or wander about the Bastion or lay face down on the grass. Instead, when he shows up again, it's from the direction of the Skyway and a bruise blossoming on one side of his face.

And then he lays down on the grass where anyone could step on him.

At least it's not just laying, this time. Sparks of red and blue lift up tiny little shards for him to inspect curiously. For anyone in the area, he's not hard to miss.

Comments

[cyan_maid]

She gets the gist of the gesture, and yes, victory. Laughter is always the best thing to hear out of anyone, even if it's a snort that's not exactly a laugh. It's the next best thing.

Jane shrugs. "Probably back to the cannery, but I need a little break anyway. What about you? Back to the Tower?"

[polariity]

Normally, he would, yes, but now he seems to have hit a dilemma.

The psi shifts again to form a familiar cat-horned troll, holding all the oranges away from a very sad Psii-shaped stick figure. If he goes back, Disciple might add the marmalade to her cruel reign of 'keeping him from getting sick off of oranges'.

[cyan_maid]

Jane's smile quirks into a frown. "Huh...she's not letting you indulge, is she? So there aren't any oranges to be had for you there anymore?"

How sad. That's not very fair, is it? Especially when he eats them so frequently. The only thing worse than eating poorly (and, admittedly, an orange-only diet is sort of poor) is not eating at all, and Jane doesn't know what else Psii eats.

[polariity]

That's what he said. He gives a nod at the dissection of his issue, the stick figures illustrating Disciple giving him only one orange and witholding the rest. Truly a monster and not at all him being a huge grub child.

After a moment, however, an idea seems to ping, and he gives Jane a sidelong glance as a new stick figure enters the scene. Judging by the circles around its eyes, clearly it's meant to be indicative of Jane. Speech bubbles happen, and Disciple gives all the oranges to him.

Translation: clearly Jane should do some bargaining here.

[cyan_maid]

It takes her a moment to figure that out - whoa, a new stick figure with no horns? Who could that be oh it's her. Ah. Ah, okay, now that makes sense.

"You want me to see if I can convince her to give you more oranges?" She hums, her brows furrowing. "I can certainly try, if you insist..."

[polariity]

An excitable nod and a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Maybe if someone else talks to Disciple, she'll see sense. Maybe.

[cyan_maid]

Heh, that gleam in his eyes sure is something, even if he's got a nasty bruise. Jane can't help but smiling.

"So when should I talk to her? Soon, I assume?"

[polariity]

An excitable nod of his head. As soon as possible would be for the best. Jane already knows where they live, after all. She can find Disciple easy.

[cyan_maid]

As soon as possible is something she can totally do. It's the vibe she gets from Psii, too, so she straightens up and wipes the imaginary dust from her clothes.

"Would you like me to leave you here for a bit? Or are you coming to help plead your case?"

[polariity]

Two fingers are held up. Maybe if this time he makes a pitiful enough expression, it'll work on Disciple.

Probably not, but it can't hurt to try.

[cyan_maid]

Second option. Okay.

"Then we should head over...now?"

Does he still want to sprawl out on the grass? If he does, that's perfectly alright.