[4] Action/Video: D is for Domestic

[pricesandvaules]

Anyone wandering the orchard today might bump into a certain tall, dark mobster-alien, incongruously equipped with a wicker basket over one arm.
Droog is still nursing injuries from the last event--there are all manner of cracks and cuts and odd, heat-warped places on his carapace hidden beneath clothes and tidily wrapped bandaging, and we're not

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Orchard <3~

[ironlass]

Jade had been sitting under one of the apple trees in the orchard for a while now. As soon as she catches the silhouette of Droog in her peripheral vision, she keeps an eye on him. He certainly is very peculiar with how he picks his fruit. But, why doesn't he just pick more than one from the tree?? Jeeeeez.

As he gets closer, she waves at him.

"Hi!"

<3

[pricesandvaules]

He deigns to give her a little nod--it's only polite--and goes on squinting at the pair of identical oranges in front of his face. It will be a bit, but eventually he takes one and turns his attention to Jade.

Hello.

[ironlass]

"Are you friends with Jack?" It comes off a little blunt, but she wanted to know. He looked like a dersite and dressed in the same formal style as the troll's Jack. So he probably did know him.

"Oops! I mean Slick."

[pricesandvaules]

Jack.
That gets his attention in a hurry. He freezes, but only for an instant. Then a slow nod, and he moves closer, under the pretense of surveying the branches overhead.

I am. Name's Droog.

WATCHING YOU LIKE A HAWK, HUMAN GIRL WHO KNOWS TOO MUCH.

sup sup sup, Droog-in-the-kitchen

[forevercapslock]

You know, creeping around the mansion stealthily is much easier when you don't jump a freaking mile upon entering the kitchen and find a freaking Dersite there.

What up, Droog. Just ignore the totally graceful way in which Karkat kind of almost fell on his ass in surprise just now.

"Hopy fucking shit! When did YOU get here?" Because yeah, he knows who you are.

Were.

Whatever.

SUP ? :D

[pricesandvaules]

Some time ago.

But he didn't know Karkat was here either. He knows him by sight, not typing style. He continues carefully cutting up his apple, though now he's watching the troll instead of his hands. This is not unsettling in the slightest.

[forevercapslock]

Not unsettling at all. Karkat recovers from his near fall quickly and crosses the kitchen to the fridge.

"You've been pretty fucking quiet, then."

[pricesandvaules]

I always am.

Cutting cutting cutting knives are really more Slick's thing but Droog is more than willing to make an exception.

Kitchen

[cull_means_care]

Feferi was in a baking mood. She had been distracted, of late, by the event and with helping Marcus with cuttlefish arrangements, but the desire to learn more about human cookery had not died down any in the meantime.

And so she's now headed for the kitchen, not certain of what she makes but sure she'll figure it out when she gets there. She wasn't, however, expecting that someone had beaten her to it.

She cast a scrutinising gaze over the carapaced figure. Something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place her finger on what just yet. Seeing no reason not to engage, she offered a cheerful, "Hi!" as she rooted for the cupboards seeking inspiration for something to make.

[pricesandvaules]

It's another troll, but not one he knows. He nods at her and picks up an orange. He'll watch and see what she does.

[cull_means_care]

Feferi abandons her mission for now. Pretty hard to concentrate when there's someone there to talk to. She moves to sit next to him, glancing at his collection of fruit.

"That's a lot of fruit, there. Where did it all come from?"

[pricesandvaules]

Oh god suddenly she's in his space. That's not okay. He narrows his eyes and edges away a little.

The orchards.

SS: > Approach DIAMONDS DROOG picking fruit, question him.

[terrierfancy]

what are you doing

You're not used to seeing DIAMONDS DROOG picking fruit on a hot summer day. Not are you used to, well, fresh fruit in general considering you usually live in a city built on a desert post-apocalyptic planet.

[pricesandvaules]

You live on a post apocalyptic desert planet, a hot summer day in Wonderland is nothing to you. You haven't even taken your suit coat off.

What's it look like? Picking fruit.

You see nothing unusual about this. Hardboiled mobsters are as entitled to fresh produce as anyone else.

[terrierfancy]

This weather is really nothing compared to the weather on post-apocalyptic Alternia. You're used to the weather changing from oh fuck hot to holy shit cold just by shifting from day to night. It does horrible things to a carapace, let you tell you.

why are you picking fruit
you can just get it from the kitchen
all cut up and everything

[pricesandvaules]

This is better. It's fresher.

And you're tired of sitting around licking your wounds, but Slick doesn't have to know that.

kitchen <3

[hamburellakind]

[John wanders in, hungry for something though at this point he is not sure what.

And then he spots the apple and he is quite sure he wants an apple. Well, maybe not the one this guy is eating.]

Hey, uh, you got any more of those?

*salutes*

[pricesandvaules]

I do.

Quite a few! That doesn't mean he's ready to offer them.

[hamburellakind]

Can I have one?

[pricesandvaules]

Can you make it worth my while?