Harvest Cybertronmoon

[deusexraf]

WHO: Raf & OPEN!
WHERE: Alpha Trion's quadrant; near one of the lakes
WHEN nowish?
WHAT: So there's this farm that's been being set up and maybe you could come visit it if you wanted. Just don't step on any of the plants.
WARNINGS: None?

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It wasn't so much the transport that was hard; with so many Cybertronians around, as well as Ashitaka's friend, Yakul, it was a matter of moments to move Raf's prototype over to a place where there was more readily available water, as well as less...heated terrain.

Literally.

The real work was converting the Cybertronian rock and metal in to something that could support plant life - but with some ingenuity, a lot of scrounging in the Junk Pile, and a lot of teamwork - there was an actual field now, maybe not the biggest the universe had ever seen, but it was a field nonetheless. There were various plants taking hold in the ground - not all of them Earth in origin, but they'd showed signs of being edible by organics - and a small plot or two of just grass.

It may be starting small, but it was a start. And while none of this was Raf's specialty, he'd tried to do what he could, having a vested interest in more...palatable meals, especially if they were going to be here for a long while.

((OOC; Feel free to handwave/assume your character's been helping out with it in one way or another - as long as it isn't "AND THEN THEY CREATED HUGE TRACTS OF ARABLE LAND". This is ICly a huge group project, so if you think it makes sense for them to have contributed in some way, go for it!

Also, as a completely open log - please feel free to tag in to others' threads, too! :D))

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[rotafortunae]

He's doffed the cloak in favor of something a bit simpler. In this case, he managed to find some farm clothes he found suitable, stuff someone from Earth would recognize as typical of the 1920s: simple shirt, slacks, suspenders, and a hat. He's been doing very little walking in the Corridors, after all (better to keep his true nature... well, if not hidden, then at least not staggeringly obvious).

Given that he lives in Trion's place, he's helped quite a lot. Much of what Luxord has done is gather, catalog, and organize various sprouts and seeds for planting, and then gather books on agriculture. Using that, he compiled a few documents as a guide for people to use.

Really, it was more something he'd have expected Zexion to do, but, well, the Schemer wasn't here, was he?

"Do you think the Rift will see fit to gift us with some livestock?" he wondered aloud as he leaned on the hoe he'd been using to aerate some dirt closer to the water. "Or will we be all vegetarian now?"

[glacius_passio]

Leviathan never really ventured into this quadrant before, but she was trying to make a point to explore as much of the area around the Temples as she could. So imagine her surprise when she wandered across what looked to be the beginning of a small farm by a lake.

She walked along the perimeter of the growing plants, trying to identify what they were before looking around to see if there was anyone around.

"Hello~?"

[elkmobile]

It's taken time, but Ashitaka has been able to effectively move his very healthy leek garden to the new location with everyone's help. It's been an adjustment to these large metal warriors, the Cybertronians, but Ashitaka has accepted them easily enough. He doesn't need to know how they work; they seem like machines, but they also seem very alive, like him.

That cannot be disputed.

From here, Ashitaka continues to nurture what they have. His next project is, hopefully, a rice field.

Off to the side, by the water, Ashitaka kneels down and retrieves some water in a bowl. He sips a bit before he places the bowl down, letting his elk companion drink.

Ashitaka smiles faintly to him.

Then it happens.

There's a burning in his chest. He winces and clutches, curling into himself.

It'll pass, it'll pass. It always does.

Yakul grunts and nips at his shoulder in concern.

"It's fine," he murmurs.

[4_toteachus]

For someone like Four, leaving the safety of the temple was a huge step, but it was one that needed to be done. It frustrated him how much his own fearful nature was keeping him from going out and exploring this new giant world. Staying in his room away from others was nice and safe, but it was starting to limit how much he was able to learn on his own. The network was fine but... he liked hands-on experience sometimes.

He wasn't about to venture off into the world unprepared of course, he was only seven inches tall after all. Stitchpunks are very inventive little beings, so it wasn't too difficult for Four to gather up some string attached to a fishing hook, a scalpel typically used for art but would serve as a weapon for him, and a tiny bag that slung over his shoulders that had a few odd items inside.

Imagine his surprise and delight when he came across a farm of all things hours after he started out. Four knew that farms meant plantlife, and that was something Four hadn't seen yet! Living humans yes, those were wonderful, but plants were something else altogether. The only problem was that there were people here already, and Four wasn't sure he wanted to be seen just yet. Meeting people face to face made him nervous, despite his inner longing to get to know more people in general.

He really wanted to see those fields...

Someone hanging around the fields may just spot a seven-inch tall doll-thing either digging around in the dirt or playing around in the grass. Yes he knows you worked hard on these but he really wants to have a look...

[not_halfbaked]

Korra had helped Raf start the farm with her earthbending and waterbending, manipulating both earth and water into formations better for vegetation growth. Even Naga had helped her manipulate the earth, the polarbeardog digging, and stopping at Korra's command.

But Naga was currently napping and sunning herself while Korra was using her bending to make water from the river rain over the plants.

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

Miko had found early that she was bad at any actual gardening concepts, but she hadn't slouched on helping. Instead she had put her love of rooting around in the junk piles to work, finding as many seeds as she could. Sadly it wasn't a lot, but it was something.

Anything else she thought would help she took care to grab up and haul over. There were a bunch of poles and lines and things for larger plants to climb up by the time the got that big already stocked off to the side of the garden patch.

Currently she was crouched down beside one of the grass patches, running her hand softly through the bright, new grass. It was nice and familiar, even if it gave her a bit of homesickness.