Horseshoe, Day 21, Early Morning

[consider8]

[Eight switches on her screen, looking a little dour.]

Hello. I'm in need of a significant amount of paper and bottles. I have a project in mind that requires both.

I saw that there is a printer available, would it be possible for me to use some of it?

I would make the purchase myself, but I used it all for clothing.

Any help would be appreciated.

Comments

[consider8]

How big is the big paper?

[blitzcheer]

Uhh... The smaller books are the size of most books. Like this.

[ Cue him making hand motions of your regular sized book. ]

Then the bigger ones are more like... double that?

[ He's...trying to make a size comparison! But he's also not in the standard coach right now so he's guessing. Enjoy his hands making a larger square-ish shape anyway. ]

Like this? ... It won't fit the printer - or a scanner.

[consider8]

[Ohhhhh.]

That would be perfect.

Would it be okay to have twenty or thirty?

[unfavorableinstigation]

[Nita looks confused, but not enough to drop either container.]

What's filling them going to help with?

[blitzcheer]

Look inside and see what there is! We left them out there for people to use.

[ Shrugging here! ]

I'll see about getting a replacement! I might know a guy... [ Well, that's all he should say about that. ] Anyway, we got a few of 'em. I don't know how many people use them.

[consider8]

Vee-hee~ [Eight giggles, dipping her finger into the ink. She lifts it out and shows Nita.]

It's ink! And with the more bottles we have... [On command the magenta in her tentacles shift to a deep navy blue. She holds onto the other bottle, which starts filling up with a deep black color once the orange clashes with the blue ink within.] ...two colors!

We're going to make art! [Pleased!]

[consider8]

Okay.

[She gives the matter some thought.]

This would be easier if I had something to measure with.

[She looks expectantly at Tidus, somewhat relying on his generous nature to see what he could come up with.]

can tidus try and call in another character bc he's like that

[blitzcheer]

[ look at this stare off





until tidus gets it ] --Huh? Uhh....

This call's going out to everyone, right.

[ Just confirming. ]

totally cool!

[consider8]

[Eight nods and blushes a little. Ordinarily, she doesn't really like herself putting herself out there like this.]

[She'll tough it out though if she has a purpose, though.]

[blitzcheer]

Alright then, in that case- close your ears, I'm gonna get annoying.

[ With that small warning, and his mouth opening- ]

ROLAAAAAAAAAAAAND. PRESIDENT OLD MAN. EMERGENCY EMERGENCY, PURPLE TEAM EMERGENCY. STOP SNOOZIN' AND GET OVER HERE.

[adregem]

[ The volume is what catches his attention first, before the actual words register. He winces and jerks visibly, dropping the book in his hand and almost bumping his head as he sits up fast against his bed. A deep sigh, before Roland heads to the terminal by his cabin where he's holed up for now and presses the buttons to answer the frequency. ]

I swear to kingmakers, if you're not actually in trouble Tidus. Where are you and what is it?

[blitzcheer]

[ Theeeere we go. Have a hmph to greet that grump. ]

Uh, like I would mess around? Sheesh! [ The indignation! ]

Anyway! [ Anyway. ] Eight wants a ruler.

[adregem]

[ 'It's fine, he knows better, he knows he shouldn't use the word emergency unless it was an actual real threat...' Roland takes in a nice long deep breath before replying again. Masterfully neutral. Give him an award!!! A mug at least!! ]

Okay. I might have one from the set we bought. Where are you two?

[adropofsunlight]

Maybe do some art with it and stick them around the train, maybe?

I know I want to do some painting to cheer people up when they need it.

[consider8]

[OH MY COD, TIDUS, THAT WAS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT SHE WANTED!!]

[SHE HAS REGRETS AND WANTS TO HIDE UNDER A BLANKET AND DIIIIIE.]

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I'm in the really large quiet room Roland thank you.

[blitzcheer]

Huh? What was that, Eight?

[ ~*~*~*~oblivious~*~*~*~ ]

I'm not with her. We're just chatting!

[ la de dah ]

[consider8]

[She hates her life and everyone in it.]

The quiet room. I'm in the large quiet room.

[consider8]

[She smiles and nods.]

I would, but I'm afraid I'm not the best artist.

That still doesn't mean I can't do something, though.

[unfavorableinstigation]

[This time, Nita's eyes widen - not at the fact Eight can make ink, but being able to change its color on command?]

That is neat!

[She pauses, then mutters in the Speech to start making the necessary changes to both containers - /you'll both look SO much cooler if you let the color inside come through you like this-!/ - letting the orange dilute to a much fainter hue.]

There we go. Though we could probably just put labels on them later...

[She sounds somewhat sheepish at only realizing this now.]

1/2

[adregem]

...

[ Well, this was definitely one way to get things done. ]

Hi there, Eight. Don't worry about it, I'm headed your way.

[adregem]

[ Aaaaaaand he briskly walks from one end of the train to the other. He enters, surveys the room, and sees Eight pretty quickly. Taps on the nearest surface to catch her attention gently, smile on his face. ]

Hey there. Heard someone was looking for a ruler?

[ Out of thin air, in Roland's right hand, the said item appears straight from the Arms Band hammerspace. This, he hands over to Eight easily. ]

Heh. Sorry if that was a bit embarrassing. Working on a project?

[consider8]

[Eight is curled up in one corner of the room, looking absolutely rooted. She has an arm extended for the ruler, barely looking at him as he comes in.]

[When she heard the question she just nods. She points to a part of the wall on the far side from the door. It has been cleared out all of its previous trappings and looks completely barren.]

[Don't worry Roland, she'll start saying words pretty soon...]

[adregem]

[ How unexpected! Maybe even kind of cute! Is she okay? But Roland isn't bothered too badly about it actually, in fact moving to pat her at the crown of her head briefly in encouragement that all was well, if she allows it. He'll glance upon the area she points to and hums in slight interest. ]

Hm. Mind giving me a little bit more to go on, Eight? Unfortunately, I'm not the most creative guy around.

[ He continues to smile at her, Roland's own way to help bring her back from her shell. ]

[consider8]

[Roland's presence does a lot to soothe her, though she is still very much red in the face. There's an expulsion of breath and she gingerly reaches for the hand that touches her. She offers a small nod.]

It's a mural. I want to make a mural. Or a mural... space?

[Her eyes opened and stare at the blank wall.] Where I'm from, we sometimes put our thoughts and dreams on walls. It helps us remind ourselves of things that we could not see or was not around.

I wanted to give people a chance to remember and share their home...

[adropofsunlight]

Exactly. Even if you aren't good you can. I'm always happy to help and see what you can do when it comes to art at least.