Matt was gone. Lisbeth had figured that fact out pretty quickly since she checked the directory every morning to make note of the people that came and left to determine any patterns that might help her understand this place
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Coming up nearly silenty, Xas stood for a moment, observing her before drawing nearer. He understood her posture, but it did not deter him. Most often, he'd found that those who looked like that were the ones who most needed company. He pulled out a seat and sat, a leg crossed over the other, hands laced over his belly.
Lisbeth peered at him from over her laptop, but didn't immediately verbally acknowledge him. Instead, she snatched a messenger, hooking it up to her laptop, before she went back to typing.
He had nowhere else to be and had no need to make small talk. It was quiet; birds flew overhead. He could hear the breeze in the trees of the park; it pleased him.
"They like the heat," he answered easily. "The key is just the right amount of water - too much would be detrimental." The smile he gave her was easy and bright.
His smile wasn't returned. But Lisbeth wasn't exactly known for smiling. She'd done so near the end with Matt, but now that he was gone it might be some time before another made an appearance on her face.
She set down the messenger in her hand, "The messengers went out during the fog. I was trying to modify them in a way that it might not happen again."
But if the village wanted something to not work, there might be little to nothing they could do to stop it. But that didn't mean she wouldn't try anyway. Partly because she didn't like authority of any kind and because she'd been working on it with Matt before he'd left.
Lisbeth didn't use them much either. At least not for contacting anyone. Because she had no one she cared to talk to most of the time.
But they could be useful for bulk messages to everyone in the village if something was wrong. Or to hack to find out what other people were conversing about.
"They have their uses." she answered with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
She stared back at him, pierced brow perking up for a moment. Then she grabbed her own messenger from her pocket. She took a moment to type into it furiously. Then she turned it over to hand to him, where he'd find a scrolling list of all the recent conversations had by everyone in the village that used their messengers.
Some of the conversations were quite interesting. Vampires talking amongst themselves, werewolves, witches... angels too.
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Maybe he'd go away?
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Lisbeth continued with her work for a long time. Then after she sipped her now luke warm coffee found herself speaking up, "How are your grapes...?"
She didn't know entirely why she asked, seeing as she didn't truly care one way or the other. Perhaps she was simply curious.
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"When do you pick them?"
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It would have to depend on her mood in two months and her varying whims.
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But if the village wanted something to not work, there might be little to nothing they could do to stop it. But that didn't mean she wouldn't try anyway. Partly because she didn't like authority of any kind and because she'd been working on it with Matt before he'd left.
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But they could be useful for bulk messages to everyone in the village if something was wrong. Or to hack to find out what other people were conversing about.
"They have their uses." she answered with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
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Some of the conversations were quite interesting. Vampires talking amongst themselves, werewolves, witches... angels too.
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"Yes." she scowled slightly at his reaction, then took her messenger back, "It can be useful if someone is hiding something that needs to be known..."
If there were a danger to the village.
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