shatterverse | (no subject)

It had been a rather good day for Thomas.

A certain gentleman had come by his usual drop point, interested in engaging Ouroboros' particular talents. A short walk, about an hours worth of work snaking through vents and cracks, and a job well done. So well done in fact that his most recent customer had given him a bit of a bonus. A bag full of grape seeds, apparently prime for the planting.

Walking home, Thomas had taken the time to plot it out in his head. There was a beautiful expanse of farm land in the rear of his new home that would be wonderful for grapes to flourish, all he'd have to do is some hoeing and digging, and he'd have a fine crop next year.

Which is why when Thomas made his way back to said area, his jaw dropped in astonishment that there was already a crop of grapes waiting for him. Full rows of ready to drop fruit in row after row, just as he'd imagined planting them. "Well." Glancing at the bag of seeds in his hands. "Guess I won't actually need these."

Even as he makes the decison to get rid of the seeds, the field in front of him wavers, fades and vanishes with a sort of popping noise. Thomas stares for a moment, completely confused, before venturing "Huh, guess I do need to plant them after a- Oh, come on!" For now, the grapes are back.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Grapes that grow before you plant them. So, like..." His eyes go distant, thinking about it. "Reannuals?"

"Retroannuals? Retroactive perennials? You could go crazy. Reannuals it is."

She grins at him. "Well, I have to say one thing...this place isn't dull."

"Not a bit." The seeds are stored in his jacket, for now, anyways. "Hows things on your end?"

"Pretty good. I'm going to teach Sonya to knit!"

She pauses. "As soon as I find needles and nice, soft baby yarn, anyway."

"Sonya... the fat chick?" No one tells him anything.

"The pregnant chick," she corrects. "She doesn't have anything put aside for the baby yet. Plus, she's bored. She needs a hobby that doesn't have anything to do with fighting."

"Pregnant? Wow, she worked fast, huh?"

"Um...apparently it happened before she got here. So, no babydaddy."

"Oh." Thomas thinks for a bit. "Good thing we moved out before she popped, huh?"

Angela tilts her head at him. "Well...I guess? Why?"

"Screaming" Thomas shudders. "Babies." He shudders again.

Angela laughs. "You've got a point. They can be awfully loud. And I'm cranky when I haven't slept."

Thomas shudders, rubbing his belly. "Just glad I don't have to deal with it."

Angela grins and puts her arms around him and kisses his cheek. "Nope, that we don't."

She eyes the grapes. "So...where are we going to put all these grapes till we figure out what to do with them?"

Edited 2008-09-30 17:11 (UTC)

"Well, they're still growing, right? Erm.. maybe not. Pick 'em, and start wining them?" He shrugs, his arms reaching back to encircle her.

Hooray for cuddling! "Sounds good...I hope there's room for thm all." There's probably room...somewhere. In the barn, maybe.

In the meantime, one bit of her brain is making a checklist of the things she'll have to find in order to make wine.

"Mhmm." Thomas thinks some more, staring at the grapes. 'what a life."

"Definitely never dull," she says, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"With some very...odd challenges." Perhaps they weren't that odd a hundred or more years ago...but they were new to Angela.

"Huh?" confused.

"Well, I mean, it's like we're living a hundred years ago or something...figuring out where to store things and transportation and things and then, of course, there's the occasional weirdness of grapes that are ready to be harvested...before they're planted."

She grins at him. "That didn't happen that much in my world, I'll tell you that."

"Yeah, well... Thomas shrugs. "How long does wine take to ferment?"

"No idea. I know it's something like a year or so. So storage will be a concern...I'll have to look it up."

Yay, something new to research!

She grins and kisses him. "There's no one I'd rather start a winery with than you."

Thomas blushes. "Ayup." And thinks hard about running away. This is starting to feel like committmant.

Angela does keep wondering when it'll end. She has abandonment issues so she's never really secure. But for right now, she's happy, and hopes he is too.

She grins at his blushing and hugs him again, briefly. "We should probably find...baskets or something to put the grapes in."

Edited 2008-10-02 17:48 (UTC)