Break in! (Active//Closed)
Who: The Brothers Tringham and Axel, then also Harry and Aerith
Where: NY Public Library
What: Axel is a heartless selfish asshole
When: Wednesday, late night.
Warnings: Cursing, probably some blood.
To say Russel was proud of himself was an understatement. He was nearly walking in the clouds. Almost all of the plants he'd been working with had reached their full potential, and there was every sign that it was completely intact, nutritionally speaking. They tasted pretty good too, if the tomato he'd nearly inhaled was any indication. He was glad he'd done so well, and he was happy to have a full stomach again, or at least have something that didn't come out of a plastic wrapper. He'd felt better now than he had for days right now, and he even hummed.
His plants were interred in tanks, and those were set up in an interior room, what was once a meeting room, the large central table nearly completely taken up by aquariums of various sizes, with clear plastic tubing running everywhere. In the larger library area, the tubes ran out of the room, across the floor, and then branched out to washroom, break room, and lab sinks. The ground was also criss-crossed with extension cords that ran to heaters and sun lamps, the former no longer necessary, but they remained plugged in as a precaution.
Russel was busy harvesting the fruits of his labors, and he was nearly done. Once he was, he planned on contacting everyone on the network, and inviting someone to come get the stuff to dole it out. He'd prefer Harry, but people put a lot of stock by that Mia woman, so she was also a possibility. He knew Fletcher would have liked to help in this process, but he'd just gotten to sleep, and he didn't want to wake him if he didn't have to. But he planned on surprising his younger brother with a real breakfast of some cooked up vegetables once he did awaken. He was going to stow what was probably more than his fair share away somewhere too, but he thought it fair that he do so, in the interests of Equivalent Exchange.
And so he worked, focused on the task at hand, not really anything else that was going on around him.
Where: NY Public Library
What: Axel is a heartless selfish asshole
When: Wednesday, late night.
Warnings: Cursing, probably some blood.
To say Russel was proud of himself was an understatement. He was nearly walking in the clouds. Almost all of the plants he'd been working with had reached their full potential, and there was every sign that it was completely intact, nutritionally speaking. They tasted pretty good too, if the tomato he'd nearly inhaled was any indication. He was glad he'd done so well, and he was happy to have a full stomach again, or at least have something that didn't come out of a plastic wrapper. He'd felt better now than he had for days right now, and he even hummed.
His plants were interred in tanks, and those were set up in an interior room, what was once a meeting room, the large central table nearly completely taken up by aquariums of various sizes, with clear plastic tubing running everywhere. In the larger library area, the tubes ran out of the room, across the floor, and then branched out to washroom, break room, and lab sinks. The ground was also criss-crossed with extension cords that ran to heaters and sun lamps, the former no longer necessary, but they remained plugged in as a precaution.
Russel was busy harvesting the fruits of his labors, and he was nearly done. Once he was, he planned on contacting everyone on the network, and inviting someone to come get the stuff to dole it out. He'd prefer Harry, but people put a lot of stock by that Mia woman, so she was also a possibility. He knew Fletcher would have liked to help in this process, but he'd just gotten to sleep, and he didn't want to wake him if he didn't have to. But he planned on surprising his younger brother with a real breakfast of some cooked up vegetables once he did awaken. He was going to stow what was probably more than his fair share away somewhere too, but he thought it fair that he do so, in the interests of Equivalent Exchange.
And so he worked, focused on the task at hand, not really anything else that was going on around him.