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Deep Dweller: Start
After the dreams some of the voidtreckers report on day Four of Grasshopper those that have been on the train for a little while will be expecting what comes the next day. Their SCA's glow with the colour of the void and a holographic image will appear.
Preparations and Arrival
As promised the dressing carriage is opened for optional extras. There are flight suits, similar to those they wore into space but without the helmets. There are instead hard hats and some basic climbing gear as well as bags to put supplies in. There are even a few red tents if any of those planning on tackling red's mission want to grab one, they hold six people in two inner compartments and are relatively easy to put up and take down.
They have a few hours of preparation before the announcement comes. Soon approaching system #789327772. Planet Terra. Drop order: Orange, Red, Blue, Purple. Orange to doors. Leaving the void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. A sharp jerk, a judder and the view from the window changes from the void to dark cloudy skies and very red sand.
They land smoothly, and indeed it seems they have landed on train tracks. A few moments later they pull up outside a huge metal and glass building.
Orange Team
Arrival
Jumping down from the train they will find themselves outside large metal gates. Noticable is the spotlights that shine even in the day time, reflecting oddly off the red sand. It is hot and dry outside, a slight breeze sending red dust rolling around their feet.
The gates aren't locked. There is no lock though they will notice devices that are probably security cameras. The doors are glass and inside is light and airy. They enter into a large lobby, a large circular desk in the centre and a glass walled waiting room to the side.
It is empty. No people at all. All the lights are on. Time to explore.
Exploration
Going up two floors and down five the lab is large and full of all manner of interesting things. Scientific equipment, monitoring stations measuring chemical levels in the air, temperature, water levels. Where to even start is a good question. The lights remain on, which might be annoying at night.
Red Team
Arrivals
Red team to doors. The train continues travelling along the train tracks, looking out the windows they will see endless rolling red sand. Factories rising up from the ground, dotted across the landscape. As the train gets close the air outside seems hazier, through the fumes. They may even see in the distance, strange silver floating orbs.
Eventually it pulls up at a station. Just a raised block really, but easy enough for red team to disembark.
The land stretches out around them. Train tracks criss cross the surface but apart from that there don't seem to be any boundaries. No fences, roads or sign posts.
It won't take them long to find the first orbs, strange silvery spheres and seem almost liquid, until they are not.
Night Time
It grows dark quickly after sunset here, which might take them by surprise. Taking them more by surprise however may be the scraping, scuttling noises in the dark. Skittering close. There is no light out here on the surface, they are far away from the research facility that Orange found themselves in.
If anyone manages to catch a glimpse they will see grey, long limmbed creatures. They shy away from light but anyone in the dark is likely to be attacked. They fight with claws and teeth.
When the sun rises they are gone.
Blue Team
Arrival
Blue team to doors. The train continues across the landscape, passing more orbs, just floating there silently. It stops at the entrance of a cave.
The cave slopes downwards into darkness and soon turns into small tunnels. They don't need to go far when they meet the first ground of Gry. A group of young Gry, practising with spears in an wider section of cave.
Despite being very surprised at the sudden visitors no weapons are pointed at the voidtreckers, instead they are met with curiosity. They are soon led further into the tunnels and soon come to the living areas.
The Gry lead simple lives but they are all pretty fascinated to see their visitors and will allow them to look around their home and answer any questions they have.
Night Time
Most of the Gry sleep in a large communal sleeping area and the Voidtreckers are welcome to join them, though the Gry won't be insulted if they choose to seek out a more private area.
If the Voidtreckers awake in fear in the night, after strange dreams they will find they are not alone. Many of the Gry have awoken too and will reassure the Voidtreckers, tell them it is an honour to communicate with The Burrower.
Purple
Arrival
Purple team to doors. The train continues on the tracks and soon enters a tunnel itself. It's a bit of a bumpy trip, this train was clearly not made for warren systems but after some uneasy twists and turns they pull to a stop.
They are at a train station, not that it's easy to see because it is pitch black. But it is clear there are people around, some looking very confused at the very odd train.
Once the last of those going on the mission leave the train it speeds off into the darkness.
The Terran's are large and tower over most of the voidtreckers but they are friendly enough, if a little confused, once it is explained that they are here to help. They will be led over towards the collapsed section of city.
There is a lot of activity. People digging at rubble, others using their sheer size and strength to hold up beams. There is an array of rescue equipment and a group of official-looking Terran's holding large devices that are comparable to a tablet-computer and discussing solutions.
There is plenty to do to help, smaller rubble to clear, injured people to tend to. Worried Terran's to calm and reassure. Those brave enough can volunteer to use their smaller size to help get supplies through to those trapped and those with any scientific know how, great strength or magic can put their skills to good use.
Rest Time
Throughout the day people are rescued and other parts of the tunnels stabilised. There is more work to be done but the Terran's seem to be working in shifts and they will encourage their surprise allies to rest as well. They will offer to host them.
They live in large groups and will happily invite the voidtreckers into their homes. They will be curious about the voidtreckers but will also answer questions. Telling them about the strange storm and the collapse of the tunnels. They are urged to sleep early and the next day it will be back to work.
(OOC: Information is here)
Preparations and Arrival
As promised the dressing carriage is opened for optional extras. There are flight suits, similar to those they wore into space but without the helmets. There are instead hard hats and some basic climbing gear as well as bags to put supplies in. There are even a few red tents if any of those planning on tackling red's mission want to grab one, they hold six people in two inner compartments and are relatively easy to put up and take down.
They have a few hours of preparation before the announcement comes. Soon approaching system #789327772. Planet Terra. Drop order: Orange, Red, Blue, Purple. Orange to doors. Leaving the void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. A sharp jerk, a judder and the view from the window changes from the void to dark cloudy skies and very red sand.
They land smoothly, and indeed it seems they have landed on train tracks. A few moments later they pull up outside a huge metal and glass building.
Orange Team
Arrival
Jumping down from the train they will find themselves outside large metal gates. Noticable is the spotlights that shine even in the day time, reflecting oddly off the red sand. It is hot and dry outside, a slight breeze sending red dust rolling around their feet.
The gates aren't locked. There is no lock though they will notice devices that are probably security cameras. The doors are glass and inside is light and airy. They enter into a large lobby, a large circular desk in the centre and a glass walled waiting room to the side.
It is empty. No people at all. All the lights are on. Time to explore.
Exploration
Going up two floors and down five the lab is large and full of all manner of interesting things. Scientific equipment, monitoring stations measuring chemical levels in the air, temperature, water levels. Where to even start is a good question. The lights remain on, which might be annoying at night.
Red Team
Arrivals
Red team to doors. The train continues travelling along the train tracks, looking out the windows they will see endless rolling red sand. Factories rising up from the ground, dotted across the landscape. As the train gets close the air outside seems hazier, through the fumes. They may even see in the distance, strange silver floating orbs.
Eventually it pulls up at a station. Just a raised block really, but easy enough for red team to disembark.
The land stretches out around them. Train tracks criss cross the surface but apart from that there don't seem to be any boundaries. No fences, roads or sign posts.
It won't take them long to find the first orbs, strange silvery spheres and seem almost liquid, until they are not.
Night Time
It grows dark quickly after sunset here, which might take them by surprise. Taking them more by surprise however may be the scraping, scuttling noises in the dark. Skittering close. There is no light out here on the surface, they are far away from the research facility that Orange found themselves in.
If anyone manages to catch a glimpse they will see grey, long limmbed creatures. They shy away from light but anyone in the dark is likely to be attacked. They fight with claws and teeth.
When the sun rises they are gone.
Blue Team
Arrival
Blue team to doors. The train continues across the landscape, passing more orbs, just floating there silently. It stops at the entrance of a cave.
The cave slopes downwards into darkness and soon turns into small tunnels. They don't need to go far when they meet the first ground of Gry. A group of young Gry, practising with spears in an wider section of cave.
Despite being very surprised at the sudden visitors no weapons are pointed at the voidtreckers, instead they are met with curiosity. They are soon led further into the tunnels and soon come to the living areas.
The Gry lead simple lives but they are all pretty fascinated to see their visitors and will allow them to look around their home and answer any questions they have.
Night Time
Most of the Gry sleep in a large communal sleeping area and the Voidtreckers are welcome to join them, though the Gry won't be insulted if they choose to seek out a more private area.
If the Voidtreckers awake in fear in the night, after strange dreams they will find they are not alone. Many of the Gry have awoken too and will reassure the Voidtreckers, tell them it is an honour to communicate with The Burrower.
Purple
Arrival
Purple team to doors. The train continues on the tracks and soon enters a tunnel itself. It's a bit of a bumpy trip, this train was clearly not made for warren systems but after some uneasy twists and turns they pull to a stop.
They are at a train station, not that it's easy to see because it is pitch black. But it is clear there are people around, some looking very confused at the very odd train.
Once the last of those going on the mission leave the train it speeds off into the darkness.
The Terran's are large and tower over most of the voidtreckers but they are friendly enough, if a little confused, once it is explained that they are here to help. They will be led over towards the collapsed section of city.
There is a lot of activity. People digging at rubble, others using their sheer size and strength to hold up beams. There is an array of rescue equipment and a group of official-looking Terran's holding large devices that are comparable to a tablet-computer and discussing solutions.
There is plenty to do to help, smaller rubble to clear, injured people to tend to. Worried Terran's to calm and reassure. Those brave enough can volunteer to use their smaller size to help get supplies through to those trapped and those with any scientific know how, great strength or magic can put their skills to good use.
Rest Time
Throughout the day people are rescued and other parts of the tunnels stabilised. There is more work to be done but the Terran's seem to be working in shifts and they will encourage their surprise allies to rest as well. They will offer to host them.
They live in large groups and will happily invite the voidtreckers into their homes. They will be curious about the voidtreckers but will also answer questions. Telling them about the strange storm and the collapse of the tunnels. They are urged to sleep early and the next day it will be back to work.
(OOC: Information is here)
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He huffed out a breath. "It sounds gruelling and labor intensive. But with the blessing of Eru, we will hopefully rescue as many as are still living. Probably will use less brain power than Orange's mission though."
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He checked the bag and smiled again. "Lembas and apple crisp! Just the thing to energize a Void Warrior for a mission." Glorfindel was right, Curufin did intend to share it with his teammates.
He nodded to Glorfindel's description of the Purple Team tasks. "It does sound like heavy labor. It's too bad I can't go along. That's my kind of assignment: sort out the wreckage of a city; rescue whoever is trapped in there; shore up whatever structures you can." He snapped his fingers as though to say, Damn! Why can't Orange Team go? "I hope you do manage to save the civilians, and best of luck on that! I sometimes wonder why the train entity thinks Orange Team is smarter than any of the others." He widens his eyes, lifts a fist and knocks on his own head as though to check to see if there is really a brain in there, and makes a doubtful face.
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There was a reason elves took them on long journeys. The lembas, not the apple crisps. Well, they might take those too, but they never lasted as long.
"Right? We could totally use an engineer. Or a dwarf." He smiled as he realized he'd basically just told Curufin he was the equivalent of a dwarf, but he knew his friend wouldn't mind, unlike some elves. He then grinned at the doubtful face though, since he knew Curufin was not nearly as dumb as he pretended. "A lot of the people on Orange are particularly good at puzzles. Some because they are smart, and others because they are just that stubborn and don't give up until they get an answer." His look might be a bit pointed, there.
"What all do you hope to accomplish on the Orange Mission?"
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Lembas was a boon to travelers in their world. Of course, so might apple crisp be!
"Maybe I'll go with Blue Team sometime, though I'd have to think about that, since now I'm an Orange Team co-leader. Engineer reporting for duty!" He gave a humorous salute. "I think I'm too tall to pass for a Dwarf." And of course, he didn't at all mind being compared to one of that estimable people. He and Caranthir had had very friendly relations with the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, not to mention that the two Fëanorion brothers and the Dwarves had all profited from the trade.
He responded to the pointed look. "Oh, you think I'm stubborn? Wherever did you get that idea?" Grin.
"We're supposed to search the only lab that isn't destroyed, try to retrieve any data the scientists might have collected regarding the spheres, save the scientists if they're still there, and try to figure out what the hell is going on with that planet -- why the storm that encompassed the whole of the planetary surface? Quite a laundry list. I don't know how useful I'm going to be with the data, but I have an idea that I should go to the destroyed stations and try to collect some information or evidence. Were they destroyed with explosives or by some other power? We don't know if this planet has any significant level of sorcerous knowledge or power. Or if it has creatures with such abilities. I won't have any trouble determining if explosives were used. It's easy to collect samples from the debris and discover if they have traces of dynamite or other substances that yield a lot of energy when ignited. It'll be more complicated to ascertain if magic was used, but I believe I can do it."
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Apple crisp solved a lot of problems. It just didn't get the same publicity.
"Yeah, you are a little tall for a Dwarf. Not enough facial hair either," Glorfindel said. He knew from previous conversations that Curufin wouldn't take offence at the comparison, part of the reason he'd made it. "Any of the teams would benefit from your presence. Orange will probably need you. Never know when an Engineer will come in handy."
Glorfindel's look continued. "I'd ask if you wanted that in a numbered list or alphabetical, but I think we don't have that kind of time." Then he grinned back.
He nodded at the explanation and description of what Curufin intended. "That sounds right up your alley, honestly. If you need anything, reach out via the SCA. Aside from me, there are a lot of other very useful people available, and I feel we're going to need to crowdsource this one again." He was starting to get the hang of some of the more modern words. He hoped.
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Elvish apple crisp, savior of social situations! But right, perhaps not so well-known as lembas.
"I think I'd make two of any Dwarf, as far as height goes." He grinned. "Maybe if I stopped shaving, I'd grow a Dwarvish beard, though. Ho ho, actually, I tried, back in the old days. But I only have to shave once every six months anyway, so it just didn't work." You'd think anybody who produces as much testosterone as Curufin does would have a beard, but nope. Elvish physiology just doesn't work that way.
"Thanks, Glorfindel, you always say nice things to me. If Orange Team needs the power grid turned on, I might be able to do that. Or if they need me to jump about with my sword, slashing and hacking monsters, I'm good at that, too."
The evidence of stubbornness joke was very funny. "We don't have time right now, but how about after the mission? Numbered and alphabetical, please!"
"Okay, if I need anything, I'll take you up on your offer and contact you via the SCA." He smiled at Glorfindel's use of the word crowdsource. Curufin only knew what it meant because he knew Webmind and a few other moderns, and they used that term sometimes.
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Think that's on purpose, Elves just not advertising the Apple Crisp, so they don't have to share with the Hobbits and Men?
"Oh, you're definitely worth two Dwarves," Glorfindel said, teasing him a little. "I'd even throw in a Hobbit to sweeten the deal." Elves undoubtedly express their testosterone in different ways from the hairier Men, but in the middle of the Dressing Car was probably not the best time to go into that!
"I only speak the truth," Glorfindel said. "You are quite handy. Be it in the kitchen or on a Mission. Just don't offer the monsters a half cup of sugar, and you'll do fine."
Glorfindel grinned. "You're on. We'll do alphabetical first, it being alphabetically before numbering, after all."
"You can also contact me if you find something interesting," Glorfindel encouraged him. "Or finally come up with that great comeback line from earlier." His grin was downright wicked there, but then he laughed, because Curufin was never short on a good comeback.
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That sounds about right. Of all the secrets the Noldor keep, the Secret of the Apple Crisp is the most secret!
Curufin laughed. "I'm glad you think so. I'll allow you to throw in a Hobbit. Maybe that would bring us up my actually height?" The middle of the Dressing Coach was most definitely not the time to explore the expression of testosterone!
"I promise, I won't offer the monsters a half cup of sugar. You think it might cause them to explode?"
Yet another grin. "I can hardly wait to hear the alphabetical list. How about you share it with me over a bottle of wine when we get back from this mission? I'm buying."
"Wait, what? What was my great comeback line from earlier?" He loved it when Glorfindel's grin turned wicked.
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So secret that Tolkien didn't dare write about it!
Where would the best place to explore that... "But never toss a Dwarf," Glorfindel warned. "I heard from Legolas that they get very testy. And you are rather tall, should I make it two Hobbits in a grey cloak?"
"You never know what a monster's weakness is. Could be their sweet tooth," he said nodding wisely. "Then, there you are, covered in slightly sweetened monster goo. Very sad."
Glorfindel grinned back. "Deal!"
"I don't know! You never told me!" Now the look was pure innocent, though the wicked grin lurked.
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Tolkien said much, but some secrets he kept well. There were Elves still in the U.K., after all, and he would not have wanted to offend them by divulging classified information.
Maybe the Quiet Coach would be the place to explore the expression of an over-production of testosterone? Provided one hangs a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. "Legolas tried to toss a Dwarf? Whoa. I'll bet that Dwarf smacked him over the head with the butt of his axe! Oh yes, I'm tall, even though all my brothers are taller than I am. Make that two Hobbits in a cloak!"
"I think I wouldn't care to find out, if these monsters have a sweet tooth. Sweetened monster goo might be the least of our worries! They might think Elves taste like candy. Now that could result in a really sad scenario."
He smiled brilliantly in response to Glorfindel's grin. "What kind of wine do you prefer? Red, white, yellow?"
"I never told you my comeback line? You think it might have been too ribald to share casually?" Oh yes, Curufin can detect that wicked grin, however slightly it is manifested on Glorfindel's virtuous face.
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Wait, who told YOU?
That would be an excellent use of such a room. Naturally the sign would be appropriate. If someone were to open the door at the wrong time, one imagines they would be quite Disturbed. "No, Gimli was very adamant about it. I understand that Aragorn tossed him though." Glorfindel's expression was perfectly innocent, of course. "But they don't have your width of shoulder. Hm, perhaps a Dwarf and a Hobbit?"
"With as much sweets as I have been eating lately, I'm afraid I would taste quite sweet indeed," Glorfindel said with a sad shake of his head. "I shouldn't like to be nibbled on by a perfect stranger!"
"Well, that depends on what we're having with it, doesn't it?" Glorfindel asked. "But a nice yellow might complement several different options."
"I am amazed at how long you can hold it, to be honest," Glorfindel said. "Some might have told me by now, but you have great line endurance." That twinkle in his eye has nothing to do with the sun.
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The U.K. Elves sent me an email. XD
If someone were to open the Quiet Room door at the wrong time, they'd either see a sight that would haunt their dreams till the end of time, or give them nightmares for the rest of their lives! Depending on whether NSFW sights made them Disturbed or Perturbed and left their imagination Uncurbed. "Gimli sounds as though he knew his rights as a Dwarf. So it must have been Aragorn and not Legolas who got his head dented by Gimli's axe." Grin. "Yes, for my height, let's go for a Hobbit and a Dwarf. All my Dwarf friends from the Blue Mountains had shoulders as broad as mine."
Curufn looks
humorouslyconcerned about Glorfindel's potential sugary flavor. "No monsters better nibble on you! Only. . . how about your friends on the train?" Guess which friend would be first in line!"Would you want to have dinner with the wine?" he asks. "What's your favorite meal? I could order that along with the nice yellow wine."
"Holding a line is like holding your liquor," he says, with a grin. "You don't want it to make you so drunk that you stumble and fall and ruin your comeback." He twinkles right back at Glorfindel. Eye twinkles come in many varieties, and he can clearly see that Glorfindel's is definitely not part of his golden light. Oh how wonderful that the House of the Golden Flower has a few perky dark lilies in its garden! Or, to use a smithing metaphor, that the gemstone in question is more like a dark garnet than a citrine.
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So that is what the E stands for.
The most disturbing would be running a focus group to find out, actually. It is most likely the results would be more, 'jealous they couldn't do that,' not having proper Elven Testosterone, after all. Unless it was Feanor walking in, in which case it would be Glorfindel having the nightmares. "Aragorn actually did it with Gimli's express permission. Apparently you had to be there to truly understand," he said. "I'd heard the Blue Mountains were broader, nice to know why now."
"Well, maybe a good friend," Glorfindel allowed. "One with a sweet tooth, perhaps?" Now serving: Friend 1.
"A nice salad, perhaps? With chicken stewed in a savoury broth with those little baby potatoes? And for dessert...a nice chocolate ganache, I think." Glorfindel smiled at the thought. "You can eat it on almost anything, you know." That look was not wicked at all, nope.
"Oh, I prefer to hold my liquor in one hand," Glorfindel assured him, the twinkle growing with Curufin's response. "It leaves my other hand free for anything else that comes up." Variety amongst the flowers provides both more interest and a longer blooming season. Though Glorfindel was no smith, he appreciated things with both visual interest and depths worth exploring.
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Yes! E-mail is short for Elf-mail. Others get the credit, so it is not generally known that Elves invented the internet.
Uh-oh, a focus group poking around and discovering those testosterone-rich explorations happening in the Quiet Room. "No scientists welcome in here! OUT, OUT!!!" Yeah, they'd be jealous, all right, and probably put it in their report. And if Fëanor walked in, Curufin would be hideously embarrassed. "Dad! What are you doing here!" Throwing the borrowed blanket over himself and Glorfindel and grinning like a jack-o-lantern. Not much to say about Gimli actually giving Aragorn permission to toss him, or the broad shoulders of the Blue Mountains having their origin in hefty Dwarf shoulders!
"I have a sweet tooth! I volunteer myself." Friend 1 takes a ticket and presents it.
"I like your dinner menu. I'll order it at the train store and we can pick a time and place." He returns the not-wicked look with a not-wicked look of his own. Chocolate ganache on golden. . . oh well, you get the picture.
Curufin's shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. "One-handed drinking is certainly an art. And as for what that other hand grasps. . . oh, of course, we were taking about a salad fork or a soup spoon." Hahaha.
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I knew the Internet was magic!
Glorfindel would want to know what they wrote in that report! They'd better not make it sound dry and boring! But a blanket sounds like a good idea. Testosterone-rich explorations might benefit from a pillow, as well. And Glorfindel is a big fan of broad shoulders.
Glorfindel looked around the Dressing Car, then back at Friend 1. "Bring that ticket to me after the mission, and you can help yourself to a snack." Very wicked grin, but only for a moment, so the children weren't scarred for life.
He did get the picture and is looking forward to...the meal.
"Indeed we were. I do enjoy a bit of forking or spooning. Of my soup. Or salad." This is a look of such innocence that a unicorn might wander by at any moment.
Want to wrap this one and catch up later?
badadventurous children. Lunacies, good! Spirited discussion. . . certainly, our spirits will be there as well as our bodies." Yes! Spoken words, even if only a few, qualify the explorations as a discussion.The Internet must be magic. I can't see any other explanation for it. XD
No boring report from the focus group! In fact, it'll probably be so X-rated that their managers will warn them sternly about producing such trash. Either that or the group will hog it and not share it with their bosses at all. Let's say two blankets and two pillows? And if Glorfindel is a fan of broad shoulders, he'll like Curufin's! (Curufin runs to the gym and starts pumping iron, just to make sure.)
Friend 1 returned the wicked grin, with interest. "I'll surely bring you that ticket after the mission. I'm looking forward to the snack." The children probably weren't looking anyway. They'd be wrestling with the snaps on the straps of those hard hats.
Oh, Curufin likes the expression on Glorfindel's face that telegraphs his anticipation of the meal!
"Forking and spooning are said to be two of the highlights of corporeal life. The Elven sages say that. Talking about picnics, of course." His look was also one of fairytale innocence.
Yeah, right!The unicorn might be followed by a fairy princess in pink gauze waving a wand with a shiny pink star.Very much so. There is a ticket that needs redeeming...
get offdisembark."We are going to continue this conversation after the mission, I hope," Glorfindel said with a grin at Curufin. "We really need to compare notes on...picnic strategies."
"Take care, use the SCA if you need to get in touch, okay?" He extended his hand for a warrior's grip on Curufin's arm.
And it will be redeemed!
Now that would have been sight to see! -- all of Orange Team getting off at once. What an orgy!"We are indeed going to continue this discussion," he answered, smiling. "Certainly. One can't wield a fork or a spoon
or any less visible instrument of enjoymentwithout making serious decisions about strategy."He reached for Glorfindel's hand and gripped it like a fellow soldier. "My SCA will never be further away than my wrist, and I'll use it if I need to, um, get in touch with you." Oh, that word, touch, how it reverberated through Curufin's senses as he looked into Glorfindel's eyes. "Later!"
He grabbed his rucksack and his other equipment and ran for the doors of the train.