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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?"

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"In the long run." Thomas sighs, reluctantly parting from her. "We should start harvesting."

Angela sighs at almost the same time. "Yeah, we should. I'll take a run to the attic to see what baskets we've got up there."

Thomas slides out into the field, watching the grapes. "Not gonna plant." The grapes vanish almost immediately. "Okay, I will." And they pop back.

Angela shakes her head as she heads inside for baskets. "Weird," she says. "Definitely great, but weird."

"I should probably stop fucking with the fabric of space and time."

Angela laughs, and lets the screen door close behind her.

It's not that difficult: there are a lot of laundry basket sorts of things to bring down, some big, some small...but she has a feeling it won't be quite enough.

"Think we might need more baskets," she says, coming down with the lot of them.

"Hmm..." Thomas strokes his chin. "We might at that love."

"It's good enough for a start, anyway," she says. "I'm sure we can find more when we need them." There are, after all, lots of abandoned houses.

He nods at that. "Yeah..." A shrug, looking around. "Yeah."

Angela grabs a basket to start. "Everything okay?"

"Just...." He shrugs. "Oh yeh." He snags a couple of baskets, and starts working.

She eyes him a bit and then shrugs. He'll talk when he's ready to talk. She goes over to start picking grapes.

It's...rather a warm day, and even more so when they start working. After about an hour, Angela heads into the house for water, and comes out, giving him a bottle.

"Don't want you to get dehydrated," she murmurs to him. And then she goes back to picking after drinking from her own bottle. "How many baskets do you think we'll need?"

Edited 2008-10-06 12:13 (UTC)