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

video

[enthunder]

You can pretty much guarantee someone'll have the points for it, if it's for something that sounds good. What's it for?

[consider8]

I have no problem telling you what, but I prefer it not be mentioned on the ICP until it is ready.

We can meet in the quiet room?

video -> action

[enthunder]

... Sure, I'll see you there.

[ Click! And five minutes later, she's stood at one entrance to the quiet coach, leaning against the wall. ]

[consider8]

[She lingers a while, answering questions and addressing some of the people as she can. She does take care not to keep Lightning waiting too long and gives the intimidating-looking woman a polite wave.]

Hello. I'm Eight. Thank you for coming.

[enthunder]

No problem. [ With her arms folded, her wave back is a lift of the hand on top and a jerk of her chin, but at least a slight smile softens her face. ]

Eight, huh? Nice to meet you. I'm Lightning.

[ The nearest quiet room is still free, so she nods towards it. ]

[consider8]

[Eight nods, wanting to make this as quick as she could. She enters the room and waits for Lightning to enter before closing the door.]

Okay. So, after yesterday it is apparent to me that quite a few of us miss where we were pulled from.

And many of us want to share, but don't feel comfortable or might be scared to say.

So... [She unfurled a slip of paper and planted it on the far wall of the quiet rooms. In hastily scribbled letters which were probably made before coming over: "Where Is Home? Draw It!"]

[enthunder]

[She follows her in dutifully enough, and listens. She's a little at a loss about why this needed to be private, but it might be a cultural thing? Maybe?]

Drawing your home, huh... [It's a cute idea. She can see people going for it.] So that's what the paper's for. What about the bottles?

[consider8]

[As a general rule, octopi are rather private creatures and don't want to advertise an action that would be so ostentatious.]

[In other words, she's shy.]

Well... [She looks around as though she's about to reveal a huge secret.] I can make ink.

But the ink won't stick to these walls. Its too smooth. I needs a porous surface. Like rock. Or paper.