[ the plant is buzzing yeah! with your eyes, you can see, the little petals are rubbing against each other, kind of like how some bugs make noise by doing just that. it stops when the boy picks it though. he'll let shoma see it even. ta-da.
it smells a little astringent. sharp. but wild and earthy. ]
Name's Sticks. Like a matchstick, 'cause I'm real bright.
[ a little uneven smile. ]
Been doing this since the old doc died. A few weeks back. New doc's a fancy guy, came in from one of the Capital moons.
[ well he's still a man of science, so he's looking at it with interest. the plant being kind of alive is a little insane, so he's just watching like :o but it stops upon being surfaced. medicine-y... ]
Good to meet you. [ polite...there's an equally uneven smile though. ] So the new doctor's still training, too? Probably trying to get a feel for things. [ ... ] Was the old doctor old...?
[ i.e. did he die from old age? also, actually, he is starting to fear about this? for reasons? ]
Nah, fancy guy's a... than...thantologololist? He works with raisin' the dead. Like Frankenstein. He's real practiced, but he knows nothin' about the old ways.
[ huntin'... for plants... ]
The old doc was pretty old, yeah, but some think it was murder.
[ a little shrug as he reaches to pick at another buzzing herb, his sleeve shifts upwards a bit, some black ink peering out. letters. ]
Tradition versus more "modern" medicine. I think I understand. How come he's here then? Seems like a big change.
[ we huntin'. he's observing each plant, and it means he sees the..tattoo? he thinks it's a tattoo, and he tries to get a closer look while being subtle. ]
What do you think? Could it have been murder? [ ... ] What kind of person was the old doctor?
though he now has to wonder what the hell kind of window...or what it means, really. but he does not point it out. are there more letters? he's walking to try and help spot other plants. ]
Probably not the kind of person you'd expect to be murdered, huh? Weird... [ shelves this for a moment, but will come back to it... ] Hey, what're these herbs for anyway?
Preemptive measures. Makes enough sense. [ nods... ] You've lived here for a while, Sticks? I was wondering...we got word about some people who've gone missing recently. Does that sound familiar?
[ he nods a little bit and then will peep the reports. his little blonde brows furrow. the blood seeps from a crack from the cut on his forehead from the motion. ]
Think that's the Boös' son... yeah... he works in the plant... thought he was sent off the planet. That's... that's what I've heard.
[ the boy shakes his head a little bit, turning to his bag and fishing out a glass bottle that looks like it's full of water. he uncorks it. ]
Mm-mm. Just the season. It takes a lot of you so... I think I'm just tired.
[ the surface of the bottle, polished and shiny, is so clean compared to his grubby, herb-pulling hands. he drinks from the water, but doesn't look any better for it. ]
Gotta make sure you stay hydrated and eat well too... or it'll kill you if you're not careful. That's what the old man used to say.
[ he's watching this, patiently waiting as he looks at the glass for a brief moment. it's a stark contrast from everything else, he thinks, and he goes quiet while he lets the boy drink. ]
"It"? [ the season? what is the season. he assumes the old man is the doctor so he is going to focus on that part. ]
Are a lot of people here allergic to the pollen? [ he does not like the idea that herbs can act up. ] Seems a little dangerous to be pulling them if they're acting up, but...probably worse to let them rot. [ ... ] When they rot, there's nothing that can be done, right?
[ plants are always scary is what i'm finding out. ]
Sounds like you're the man for the job. And that the herbs are pretty valuable. [ ...hum. ] One more question, Sticks. If I wanted to see the new doctor, do you know where he might be?
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it smells a little astringent. sharp. but wild and earthy. ]
Name's Sticks. Like a matchstick, 'cause I'm real bright.
[ a little uneven smile. ]
Been doing this since the old doc died. A few weeks back. New doc's a fancy guy, came in from one of the Capital moons.
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Good to meet you. [ polite...there's an equally uneven smile though. ] So the new doctor's still training, too? Probably trying to get a feel for things. [ ... ] Was the old doctor old...?
[ i.e. did he die from old age? also, actually, he is starting to fear about this? for reasons? ]
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[ huntin'... for plants... ]
The old doc was pretty old, yeah, but some think it was murder.
[ a little shrug as he reaches to pick at another buzzing herb, his sleeve shifts upwards a bit, some black ink peering out. letters. ]
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[ we huntin'. he's observing each plant, and it means he sees the..tattoo? he thinks it's a tattoo, and he tries to get a closer look while being subtle. ]
What do you think? Could it have been murder? [ ... ] What kind of person was the old doctor?
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in the window smudged along the kid's arm since he's searching for each plant with him. ]
I'unno.
[ a simple kid response... ]
Old doc was stern, but kind. I liked 'im alright...
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though he now has to wonder what the hell kind of window...or what it means, really. but he does not point it out. are there more letters? he's walking to try and help spot other plants. ]
Probably not the kind of person you'd expect to be murdered, huh? Weird... [ shelves this for a moment, but will come back to it... ] Hey, what're these herbs for anyway?
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They're for medicines. Tinctures. Painkillers. Cures. This one...
[ there's a rattling noise and the boy parts the grasses to reveal another herb. he pinches and plucks it too. ]
It's good for the immune system. I think...
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Cures... [ hum. ] Do people in town get sick a lot?
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Sometimes. S'just in case mostly.
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Preemptive measures. Makes enough sense. [ nods... ] You've lived here for a while, Sticks? I was wondering...we got word about some people who've gone missing recently. Does that sound familiar?
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People missing? I know they come n' go... but...
[ his eyes are a little wide. ]
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[ if he agrees, shoma will show reports. ]
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Think that's the Boös' son... yeah... he works in the plant... thought he was sent off the planet. That's... that's what I've heard.
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What was he sent off the planet for? I thought the plant needed somebody at all times to keep operations going.
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I'unno... I'unno anything, really... s'just rumors.
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Sure. Sure, just rumors. [ uh. ] Hey, are you okay? You're looking a little overwhelmed.
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Mm-mm. Just the season. It takes a lot of you so... I think I'm just tired.
[ the surface of the bottle, polished and shiny, is so clean compared to his grubby, herb-pulling hands. he drinks from the water, but doesn't look any better for it. ]
Gotta make sure you stay hydrated and eat well too... or it'll kill you if you're not careful. That's what the old man used to say.
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"It"? [ the season? what is the season. he assumes the old man is the doctor so he is going to focus on that part. ]
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[ when they rot, can they make things worse? ]
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They'll act up no matter if we leave 'em or take 'em... it's alright though. As long as you keep your strength up, it shouldn't be that dangerous.
They're useless when they rot, so. Better to pick while they're ripe. I can even sell them at the bar... they make booze out of it.
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Sounds like you're the man for the job. And that the herbs are pretty valuable. [ ...hum. ] One more question, Sticks. If I wanted to see the new doctor, do you know where he might be?
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[ he makes a face, sniffling a little. ]
He needs you to make an "appointment" and all that kind of bullcrap.
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