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[If it sounds like he's rattling off meeting notes… it's because that's exactly what he's doing. Sort of. He doesn't keep to the script too well. But the last time he did the PSA for the Gardens he was a dick, apparently, and not being a dick is important (apparently), so this time he's written it all out beforehand. Hey, he tried.]
Couple-a things about the Gardens.
One: If you want something specific from 'em, place an order here.
{attachment: Order Form.}
As soon as we have it, we can take it up to the specified passenger deck. Saves you time, saves us a huge goddamn headache when we go for somethin' and it's not there. There's also a sheet by the Garden entrance, so use it. Especially if ya want potatoes. [GLaDOS.]
Two: If you pick your own stuff, fill out that form too. Inventory.
Three: If y'don't want to deal with us and want your own plot, we got a section for that. Or you can grow it on the upper levels if you like dirt. Not our fault if somethin' happens to it, though. [A pause.] Not our fault if somethin' happens to it anyway. We're not security.
Four: Tell us if you throw your animal in here, before you throw your animal in here. It ain't a farm. We're not petsitters, either.
Five: Don't smoke near the chemicals. Or the filtration systems. Or the scrubbers. An' if you smoke filtered cigarettes, don't leave the butts on the ground.
Six: There's a few of us workin' down here. If you have questions, ask.
{attachment: AGR Staff Sheet.}
Seven: That list is a sign-up sheet too. Could use the help. And uh. We're not all assholes. One-a you nice ones should do the announcement, next time.
[So yeah. GO TEAM.]
Couple-a things about the Gardens.
One: If you want something specific from 'em, place an order here.
{attachment: Order Form.}
As soon as we have it, we can take it up to the specified passenger deck. Saves you time, saves us a huge goddamn headache when we go for somethin' and it's not there. There's also a sheet by the Garden entrance, so use it. Especially if ya want potatoes. [GLaDOS.]
Two: If you pick your own stuff, fill out that form too. Inventory.
Three: If y'don't want to deal with us and want your own plot, we got a section for that. Or you can grow it on the upper levels if you like dirt. Not our fault if somethin' happens to it, though. [A pause.] Not our fault if somethin' happens to it anyway. We're not security.
Four: Tell us if you throw your animal in here, before you throw your animal in here. It ain't a farm. We're not petsitters, either.
Five: Don't smoke near the chemicals. Or the filtration systems. Or the scrubbers. An' if you smoke filtered cigarettes, don't leave the butts on the ground.
Six: There's a few of us workin' down here. If you have questions, ask.
{attachment: AGR Staff Sheet.}
Seven: That list is a sign-up sheet too. Could use the help. And uh. We're not all assholes. One-a you nice ones should do the announcement, next time.
[So yeah. GO TEAM.]
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[Awww shit, he did not even think of that.]
Right. Damn. Few people here don't...
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1/2
[That. Is the cutest thing.
The cutest.
Fucking.
Thing.]
2/3 I lied
Howbout I get someone to rig up a scanner.
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[Hot damn will he ever clear off a wall nearby, just for cute drawings.]
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I don't wanna get in trouble...
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Sometimes if you do something wrong, some grown-ups hit you hard on the head.
[He's glad he's so strong now. If someone tried that again, he'll be like a hero this time; he won't have to call out for Muscle rider.]
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No one's gonna hit you for drawin' on a wall made for drawin' on.
'Less you hit them first, I guess.
[Uitgezonderd. Good word.]
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[and moral and stuff]
Will you draw with me?
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When I ain't working, yeah.
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Dad says so.]
C-cool. I'm gonna come see the food there! I think it's this way...
[ADVENTURE]
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[In the meantime he'll be gathering up two bottles from the chemical storage, gloves, some small pails, and an assortment of berries, or at least plants that look like berries. All he has down here to draw with is charcoal - as much as he despises messes, kids and charcoal won't end in clean anything. Might as well stain their hands with color while they're at it.
And truth be told, he's looking forward to painting up a wall.
It's all loaded up on one of those hovercart things and he's smoking by the door by the time Takeshi arrives.
Christ, what a lunch break.]
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There's a kid jogging along in the halls, donning his usual battle suit under his clothes, trying to keep his sweater from slipping over his hands in vain; it's a bit big on him. The clothes his new dad bought him haven't shown up yet.
He stops in front of the tall man, looking up.
Uuuuuup.
jesus
But he's okay. He's around other people, so it's not dangerous, and this person is going to give him good food and a place to draw. And while he's nervous most of the time in this place, he's loosened up enough that he can't hold back whatever social skills he's obtained back home. He smiles wide.]
You're really tall.
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Maybe you're just short, kid.
[Then it hits him that "kid" probably isn't the best name, so he ashes to the side, sticks his cigarette in his mouth for safekeeping, and sticks out one of his huge hands to shake.] Netherlands. [Quirks a brow, expectant. And you are?
(Answer: hopefully ready to be treated like a miniature adult, because that's what is going to happen.)]
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That's a funny name.
[But he takes Netherland's hand with both of his, shaking a vigorous little shake. He's got his suit on, so it's less hand and more glove, but the extra power it supplies is actually unused at the moment. Unless something bad happens; then it's game time.]
I'm Takeshi!
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[The shake is pretty amusing, and even if he doesn't come anywhere close to cracking a smile he loses some of the tension he usually carries. Moves a little lazier as he pulls his arm back and considers the name as he smokes. Takeshi. Sounds like one of Japan's, but who knows.]
Takeshi, huh. [Mumbled... one last appraising look and he's striding over to the cart, unloading it along the empty wall nearby.]
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[Like my dad's! My dad is so cool LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAD HE'S THE BEST HE'S A HERO]
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No shit. Got someone y'should meet.
[He crouches down and pulls on the gloves, ready to start making some makeshift ink, only to regret it when he hears the hair comment.]
Don't touch it.
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It's not my hair. I'm not allowed to touch stuff that's not mine. That'd get me in trouble.
I won't touch your hair—I wouldn't touch your stuff.
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There's a second after Tasheki explains where he looks up, not quite smiling but close, gives a nod.]
Smart kid.
[With that he goes back to mashing berries, nodding toward the charcoal.]
You can draw with that. While I do this.
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[He has a few moments of indecision, where he takes a the wall, leans left or right, sizes up the empty space. Eventually he recollects what Castiel had told him. About the butterflies and bees. So he begins to draw those. A few flowers, maybe--a bird and a rabbit, things that remind him of gardens. He'll work on vegetables next.]
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Except for the part where he forgot the strainer. There's a low, sighed curse as he sets back on his heels and rubs a hand through his hair, looking up at Takeshi.]
Might hafta ink it later. [But on the other hand.] Extra berries in that bowl - [he jerks his thumb toward the one on the right] - if you want to eat 'em.
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... Clouds and the sun. There's not enough of that around here...
He hums a song and draws it.
It almost feels normal. Whatever normal is.]