[open] what mystery pervades a well; the water lives so far

[isorropia]

CHARACTERS: Rhan, Lyr, & YOU
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY: 029-:034
SUMMARY: Puttering around for fun and profit. Wild cards are okay!
WARNINGS: N/A, will add if necessary

LYR. THE ORCHARD

[The twisting fruit trees lay in perfect, ordered lines. They stretch out in the shadow of Tyrisson House and crawl quietly up the hillside. It's quiet here; the yellowed fruit on the knobby branches must not yet be ripe and the weather must be kind enough to simply let the trees grow. Come noon, the skeleton crew of grounds keepers and field hands have largely quit the place, leaving the orchards empty. Or close enough to it.

It makes for a good place to take a walk anyway. A fact that Lyr is currently taking full advantage of. He cuts a path first up between two straight lines of lumpy trees and then down the next, crisscrossing the orchard in exacting lines.]

RHAN. ABSOLUTELY GODDAMN EVERYWHERE

[Considering the amount of time Rhan's kept largely to herself in the Graze, it should be hard to pin her down here on the Red Coast where there's so many nooks and crannies to get lost in. But it seems the opposite is true: that cloaked figure at the pub's corner table? Rhan. That Carbauschian wandering the coast and cliffs? Rhan. Trying to get in some alone time? She's almost guaranteed to show up at your elbow.]

Well, fancy seeing you here.

LYR & RHAN. CARBAUSCHIAN QUARTERS (DAY :033)

[It's late in the afternoon and you've made a mistake. Meaning: you've arrived just in time to catch Rhan and Lyr in the middle of a debate. Lyr has taken up post in one of the heavy built in bunks and Rhan is walking circles in the center of the space. Clearly most of the other Hosts have not yet returned from whatever misadventures they're having, or (more likely), the two elder hosts' dialogue has driven off any unwilling participants.

Not that you're so lucky. Before the newcomer can so much as shed an article of their heavy Carbauschian disguise, Rhan calls out:]

Oh! Just in time. Come help me tell Lyr he's being ridiculous.

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[isorropia]

[Well call her out why don't you, Sammy boy.]

It's not ready for your big strong beautiful fingers yet, handsome. But I promise [--this, with a significant look in Lyr's direction--] I'll let you know when it is. [See? She can be succinct. Take that. But also:] Now, on to something actually productive. Out of everyone here, who would you say is the cleverest? No need to be kind; you can be honest with me.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam's great at calling people out okay. ]

Flatterer. [ He flashes a grin at her, playful and teasing, even if he's still suspicious. ] Yeah, yeah, all right. I still wanna ask you your thoughts on what the hell that circle thing was and if it was important, though.

[ Is he still fixated on that? Yes, yes he is. Most people seemed to have accepted that they can't learn anything more about it and maybe he should take the hint instead of getting his broodmates on looking into it - but he can't help it, all right. Still, he considers her question, and even if he answers it with a question of his own, he opens up his mind enough to make it clear that he's not just stalling; he wants to give her as accurate of an answer as he can. ]

What kind of clever? There's book smart and people smart, able to problem solve or able to match wits, depends on what you're looking for.

[isorropia]

[Lyr makes a low noise from his side of the room that's more or less the verbal equivalent of an eye roll as he turns his attention back the papers scattered across his bunk and the small book open on his knee. Apparently ejecting his way out of this conversation, thank you very much.

Rhan however seems perfectly satisfied with this turn of conversation. She sets her knuckle against her chin, one pale finger balanced under the curve of her bright red lip.]

People smart, preferably. Problem solvers. Not that the rest isn't handy. --And oh, darling, as it turns out I have plenty of opinions on that mystery circle, isn't that right Lyr?

[Insert one long suffering noise from her gray haired broodmate.]

What are your thoughts on it?

crap how did I miss this notif

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ There's a soft huff of laughter. ]

People smart might be the one thing this group struggles with. Shepard and Lexa and Misato are problem solvers. Pidge, too, for anything tech. Elena's people smart. November and Hadrian are charmers.

[ But of course - that's Sam's biased opinion, and he doesn't always agree with the way any of those would solve the problem. He trusts them to varying degrees, though, enough to mention their names.

And he shrugs, sliding easily into his own thoughts about it - he's never one who minds sharing first. ]

I think the Enemy made it. I think it means they got another way off or on this planet - or at least a way of teleporting or communicating. I got Pidge a sample of it and Bucky working on trying to identify the tracks around it, and I think if anyone can figure something out, it's them.