[open] i'm high, broke, searching for symbols

[substances]

Who: Klaus Hargreeves; OTA
What: just a catch-all for some threads that don't fit in the intro log and an open prompt (might add more later)
When: month of July
Where: various
Warnings: definitely drug use or thoughts of drug use; anything else tba in the subject lines



👻 aspiring horticulturist

It had taken Klaus approximately four days to completely run out of the weed he'd had in his pocket when he came from Hadriel. But since he's not really the type to run rescue missions and doesn't have the technical know-how to fix computers, he's mostly been wandering around the city trying to figure out what he actually can do. Trying to keep his mind occupied now that he doesn't have pot to turn to, trying to keep his mind off the painkillers in his bag back in his room.

When he makes his way to the upper levels, he lifts the bottom of his shirt to hold it over his mouth and nose, because the air up here is awful, and he pokes around a little bit, determined to check out what's going on and get the hell out of here. At least, until he finds the horticultural area. There's a computer there, the screen cracked and flickering, but it seems to be at least a little bit functional. Klaus doesn't know computers, but he's been using a phone since he arrived in Hadriel and that's like a month and a half of experience, so he heads over to the terminal, tapping at buttons under the screen until he figures out which one scrolls through the files of what kind of plants are stored here.

When he hears a sound behind him, he turns halfway to the side, glancing over his shoulder.

"Oh hey, do you know anything about computers?"

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[substances]

That is just about the sum total of what Klaus knows about computers too. Electricity, he knows, but computers? Completely unfathomable. This whole setup is pretty different than the phone he'd used in Hadriel or the sat phone here, those are easy to figure out, but this thing is huge and looks way more complicated and he doesn't want to break it.

"Bummer. I think we could grow plants if this computer was working."

[killedwithlove]

"Why would you need the computer to grow plants? You just need dirt and seeds and light." As far as he understood, anyway, that was all farming was. "Not Blight dirt. Blight dirt is bad for everyone. Even me."

He nods, pleased with this bit of sage advice.

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"It's the seeds. I think they have them like...stored away so they don't...go bad? Rot? Get radiation poisoning or whatever? I dunno. But I think you need the computer to get the seeds out."

Klaus leans his hip against the computer bank and gestures at it vaguely.

"If I could get the seeds out maybe you could show me how to grow them."

[killedwithlove]

"Oh." He looks out and back. "We could try opening them up without. I'm very good with locks, they want to be open, really."

That could mean many things.

"I don't know a lot about growing things. Cole didn't really farm, he gathered from the woods, though his mother had a garden."

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"Really? You think you could do a computer lock or whatever? I dunno where the actual seeds are..."

Pushing a hand back through his hair, he looks around vaguely, and then back at Cole, "Oh. I mean, there's all kinds of equipment here so it's probably not that hard. The only computer I know of is like...an android. Who was my mom."

[killedwithlove]

"I don't know. I've never tried." He has absolutely no idea if he could do it. But he could always try.

"An-droid?" Even being able to read minds, Cole can't make sense of the word, of the context. Mom is Grace, and she is, she's Grace almost like he's Compassion, but not. "She's an... electrical golem? Where did her soul come from?"

[substances]

"Well...if you think you can do it without breaking the computer..." Klaus trails off, and gestures at the terminal vaguely, brows raising.

When Cole looks confused about an android and asks if she's an electrical golem, where her soul came from, Klaus shrugs.

"I don't think she was a golem. Dad built her, I have no idea how she worked. All of her responses were programmed in, I think?"

A pause, and he offers a half-hearted smile, "I think she grew her own soul, from taking care of us."

[killedwithlove]

Cole pauses, because this is more interesting than locks. "Grew her soul... a spark, kindled with love given to it and reflected back, yes, that's how spirits are born, from sparks and stray thoughts and grow with what they have." Cole smiles, it's a rare thing, but it does something nice for his face. "She is Love."