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[There’s a clicking noise, then a burst of static, before a moment of silence. A male voice speaks first, recognizable as Greg’s.] Did it work?

[A female speaks up.] Is it a plant? No. How should I know if it works? Mine got eaten by the Hungry Vine.

[A third voice speaks up, a new male.] He was asking in general, not you, Abbot. And yeah, I think it’s going. But not video. You’re the codemonkey, fix it.

[Greg snorts.] Fixing, fixing, bug boy. You go play with your beetles, I’ll get this… there.

[The video flickers on, showing Greg, Caroline Abbot, and another young man who resembles Greg slightly. ]

[Greg nods happily.] Guess what? We have blankets! [He holds up stiffer-looking greenish-white blankets.] We’re going to share! Abbot can explain!

[Caroline sighs.] They’re plant fiber. I modified the Hungry Vine to have stronger limbs, and—

[The other guy shakes his head.] She’ll talk for hours. Look. Plants became blankets. It’s not good weather for them, but you’ll have them. Anyone wants to pick them up, we already dropped off a load at [x,y]. Outreach and shit, since our PR department is fuc—

Matthew! [Greg’s voice is sharp.] There’s a lady present.

[Caroline blinks, staring at Greg.]

[Matthew snorts.] Fine. Since our PR department is sleeping around instead of making sweet, sweet love to all of y—

[Greg reaches over and shuts the sound of the PCD off. He and Matthew talk for a moment, while Caroline looks very awkward. She plays with a vine that’s crawling up her arm, smiling at it. The boys stop talking, and Greg rolls his eyes and turns the sound back on.]

[Matthew sighs.] The PR department isn’t doing its job. So we’re doing what we can. Better?

[Greg nods, then looks off to the side.] We’ve got to stop transmitting for now. Guard cycles. But we’ll answer questions in a few minutes. It should be safe.

[He smiles, and with a quick wave, he shuts off the PCD.]

[[ooc: There are twenty-five plant-fiber blankets at the location listed.]]

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Who even are you? Why would you be so cold if you didn't hate us?

[Caroline looks mystified.]

Who am I? What a pointless question. Unless you're from my world, my name and title would be meaningless to you.

I'm not being cold at all! But if you want respect, provide something useful.

You're being very cold. I didn't have to try, you know. And having your name is so I can know not to be surprised when you get cold.

It's not cold to point out that your effort is distinctly underwhelming. If you want to give something, give information.

My name is Kurotsuchi Mayuri. Even knowing it, you're no better off.

Oh right, and get punished for a breach of contract. I'm not stupid.

Maybe. You never know, Kurotsuchi. I'm Caroline.

So contracts still hold, in this place?

Point out this benefit to me when you see it, Caroline.

If we don't have some sort of order, our city won't work.

[Caroline's expression shows that she thinks she's won a victory.]

There are files on each and every one of you. I only have to fill out a small form and I can see it. There you go.

Order, or meaningless bureaucracy?

Oh...? And does it tell you anything useful?

Order. We're not hungry, or wondering when we'll get our next meal, or worried about shelter.

Some of them have. I won't know until I request yours, though. Keeping track of people isn't my job. People aren't that interesting, anyways.

And have you managed anything beyond such basics?

Hm, I wonder what degree of information you even have on me, and how accurate it is. But people are generally rather dull.

[Caroline smiles, a tight smile.]

That's classified.

They're dull or they're cold. There aren't many exceptions.

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