[The PCD turns on, and it's at an odd angle as if it's been knocked into. At first, all that can be heard is some humming, and the PCD only shows a sink (filled with ice?) and a heatlamp. A few moments later Caroline dances into the scene.]

And one more test for you!

[She's holding a blanket that looks similar to what was distrubuted earlier. It's currently a brownish-green. She places it under the heatlamp and holds it there for a few moments, humming "Wild Child" by Enya. When she pulls the blanket back and looks at it, the portion that was heated is clearly red-brown.]

Yes!

[Clearly enthused, Caroline dunks the blanket in the ice water, pulling her hands out and shaking them off while she waits. When she pulls it back out, it's a vibrant green.]

And I thought it would be difficult.

[Giggling, she twirls with the blanket, which knocks a stack of books into the PCD. As the PCD tumbles, she's heard to say "Oops." The feed times out.]

[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.]]