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Dec 16, 2018 1:09 PM
(spoilers for they love to be taken) agent z and tank dusk make an unlikely team
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mmhmm. if you want anything else, let me know, we didn't personalize it much.

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it’s amazing

thank you

He pulls the little curtain closed, just because he can.

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all right

lunch'll be here as soon as the kids finish fighting over who gets to pilot the drone.

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sounds like that happens a lot

should i wait to do the plumbing hookup until somebody else is around

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yeah, it's important that they learn how to handle themselves.

how sure are you that you can do it without messing anything up?

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i’d give it 90/10.

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yeah, go for it.

The bathroom is weird mostly in that it wasn't originally intended to be one; it's pretty obvious that it was originally a bedroom and later retrofitted, with pipes running along the baseboard to bring water to and from to the various appliances - the expected sink and toilet and shower, and what seems to be a walk-in bathtub, and also a pair of washing machines and dryers and a related appliance of unclear purpose.

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It's not actually that hard to get it hooked up. It screws in between the toilet and the appropriate lines easily enough.

 

i didn't really think about you having kids here

rescues?

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nah, just peoples' kids the usual way. there's places for rescue kids, but we aren't set up for it really.

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oh. yeah. i forgot people had kids for a second there.

where else do they come from, z, the street doesn't just spontaneously generate urchins

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hehe

the commune and the collective are pretty separate really; it's just life, here. like the cops wouldn't be thrilled about this, either, but it's small potatoes comparatively.

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do a lot of people do stuff like this?

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like what?

oop, food's here.

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Food!

ooh where

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sitting room.

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There's a drone hovering in the middle of the space, with a tray suspended underneath with a plate of kebabs - beef, as promised, with onions and long slices of green pepper - a garden salad with a tiny bowl of vinaigrette dressing, and a large cream cheese swirled, chocolate chip studded brownie, with a small pitcher of lemonade with strawberries and mint leaves floating in it to complete the meal.

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Drone lunch.

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He reaches out to take the tray.

"Hey! Whoever's behind there! You've got talent!"

No spilled lemonade or anything.

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The drone dips an acknowledgement once the tray is safely removed, and humms back out into the hallway.

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she says 'thanks'.

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He takes the tray back to his room, because he has a room and he can.

He just has to look at the whole thing, for a minute, before he eats.

thank you

for all of this

He's not, of course, talking about the food.

Is it as delicious as it looks?

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The fruit and vegetables are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the freshest he has ever had in his life. Even with all the fancy parties he's been to.

The beef is marinated in a spicy-sweet sauce. The peppers aren't bell peppers; they're jalapenos. The vinaigrette is homemade, fresh today. So is the brownie; it's even still a little warm. The lemonade is made from real lemons; there's a little bit of pulp in it that made it through the straining process.

So, yes.

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This is possibly the best thing he's ever eaten.

holy fuck

do you grow this

how does an anarchist commune have rooftop property

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yeah, pretty much all of it. we don't have a rooftop but it's not that hard to bonsai a lemon tree.

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you’ve got a pretty good thing going down here.

 

what’s the catch?

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