graftage: (the pastures of heaven)
John Steinbeck ([personal profile] graftage) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs2017-04-22 07:12 pm

(closed) not your regular medical check-up

Who: John Steinbeck & Royce Bracket
Where: a stone's throw away from the Scarback monastery
When: around the beginning of Chapter 5 shenanigans
Summary: A Scarback with plant abilities goes to see the wizard behind the nanomachine curtain to help check them out.
Restrictions/Warnings: Steinbeck and his plant abilities are body horror central, but other than that, nothing else!

[A lab, huh?]

[It seemed like quite the quaint little place. Steinbeck had never seen it this close before - mostly he had passes by it, its form becoming just a regular part of the background. Plus, that perimeter would've kept him out in case he wanted to take a closer look. But now, not only was he face to face with the building, but he had some context for it - a man by the name of Royce Bracket lived here. A strange man. A man who worked with machines.]

[Nanomachines, to be exact.]

[He checks his pockets just to make sure he's brought his grape seeds. Hopefully, things will be alright - he just wants confirmation that his recent upgrades have gone well. He doesn't want them malfunctioning out of the blue. Steinbeck looks for the doorbell, finally just reaching forward to rap on the front door with his knuckles. He hopes the man inside can hear.]


Hey! It's me! Steinbeck. I'm here about the plants.
decompiler: (◇ leading nowhere)

[personal profile] decompiler 2017-04-23 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ You know what owls look like, Steinbeck? Do they have owls anywhere in the Quad? Well, if they do, the look Royce turns on him might feel familiar. There's a wispy remnant of tobacco in the air, but Royce is, rarely, not actually smoking. Too much risk involved, equipment too sensitive, and it's weird because he always wants to like there's no problem with it at all. But there is. Hm. ]

Oh, now, I wouldn't go quite that far... But it's true that my work demands constant focus. Constant focus. Quite a bit of it, if I'm being completely honest, in fact. And distractions are...

[ The openness of it, the mild humor... for a brief overlapping moment they don't really match the intensity of his gaze at all. ]

Nnnnot. Affordable.

Under most circumstances.

[ After a moment he straightens and swivels to face Steinbeck fully. Definitely healthier than he remembers. ]

But—more—to the point, you, you're looking. Quite, quite a bit better than the last time we met. Quiiite a bit better.