Silly Idea...

[Vangeek]

Oh you *bastard*
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I was still struggling with the terrariums when I heard a whistling sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I managed to get all three on the cart, but this of course induced the wild batch of white curls to spring free of their bandana. I glanced up, muttering to myself, and then jaw dropped.
"OhgodsohgodsohgodsshitERISNO...!" I saw the biggest gorram pile of...well, something, rocket downwards and hit the tarmac at the far end with a hellalot of force. My hair literally exploded all over the place as the shock wave knocked me off my feet, and the terrariums bounced merrily off the cart and shattered all over the tarmac. Hell, Ptchika even shook. Hell, the entire bloody *moon* shook. And that meteor or whatever *bounced*.
I got up of my ass in a daze, the clouds of dust from impact making my cough. Once my ears stopped ringing, I heard other people shouting, inside Ptchika and elsewhere. As I got progressively angrier, given that my precious coffee plants were now littered over the ground, I narrowed my eyes at the place where the load had hit. Another ship was coming, heading to the crew lock.
I quietly gathered my plants together. They'd survived the strike in one piece, but there were bent branches and handfuls of missing leaves, and the poor things looked ragged. I figured Ptchika was in good hands...but I was *pissed*.
I stomped over to the crewlock. White hair with the black streak completely out of control and in full Susan mode, an angry face, and a cart of damaged Klatchian coffee plants in tow. Gorramit, some beans had been crushed and you could smell it already.
"Who the HELL IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS."

[Kokuten]

I'm not a Discworld 'fen, I'll admit. I'm, if anything, a Generic Dwarf Fen, but I've _read_ Discworld.
So, when I open the door and see Susan Sto Helit staring at me with murder in her eyes, and she asks me what the hell I was thinking.. in The Voice..
My jaw dropped and I wasn't capable of speech for a moment, so I said the first thing that came to mind-
"Guhb"
No, that wasn't right.
"Bahg... "
Not that either. I scrubbed at my face with my hands and looked back up at the fairly imposing figure.
"That was at least somewhat me - though I'd like to talk to whoever adjusted the artificial gravity _that far_ out. Did I break anything?"Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

[Vangeek]

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down. I really hated getting angry...especially at other people. The way the guy was staring at me made it obvious that he'd at least heard of Sto-Helit. To be honest, the hair kind of overrides my other features. I'm not as skinny as the character, and I have brown eyes. And I'm shortish. But.
"Sorry. You more scared the living daylights out of me, but you did damage my coffee plants." I sighed and stuck my thumb at the bruised plants behind me. Sure enough, the smell of coffee beans was already on the air. I needed to get those things sealed but quick. "I don't know much about the gravity, I'm stuck on the shuttle usually. You know where I can get some air tight containers?"

[Kokuten]

"Air tight I can handle, we can steal some tupperwares I have, the commisary here can just wait until I can get more."
"Now, did you say.. coffee.. plants?"Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

[Vangeek]

I rolled my eyes, reaching for a treated scrunchy and attempting to tame my hair back. "Yes, yes I did. Can't be that much of a surprise." I looked back at the plants and sighed. "I have my hobbies. Now, tupperware? Got anything big enough?"

[Kokuten]

about half the tupperware stuffed in V's vestigal back seat later, the coffee plants were resealed behind inert plastic, and I was on my way- seedling and bill in the same hand.
I was about to comment on the strangely lively behavior of the plants when the crew-lock opened, revealing a glowering face atop a Phobos Plant Services coverall stared out at me. Interrupted, I made my farewells.
"Well, it's been fun. I have to go be executed for my sins now."
The Plant Services man nodded, and escorted me down the labyrinthine halls of Phobos towards my punishment, leaving a bemused Lena behind me with an armful of tupperware.

OOC: Aand, I'm out, seedling in hand. Remember folks, glass bad, plastic good!Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

[Vangeek]

I don't know what the hell came over me, giving him that seedling. Well, at least I had some petty cash, and word would get out about my little experiment in horticulture.
Oh *gods*. I had to go and say that, didn't I?
I just let the secret of Klatchian coffee out to the *fen*. The *fen*. Eris...no, please no, not her. Heaven help me.