[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qFC355N.png?2[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][color=1a7b30][b]Location:[/b] A Record Store @ The Ruined City[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=007236][b]Date:[/b] February 23, 2057[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=00746b][b]Time:[/b] 16:58[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=0076a3][b]Interactions:[/b] Erik [@FunnyGuy][/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
When Erik took a seat on the ground beside Lys, she knew that he meant it. He knew how it bothered her always having to crane her neck to talk with people. So, the two of them sat there and talked and understood each other. For all that Lysandra tried to play the cool, rational, and clinical scientist, she was a wild child at heart and a feeler as much as a thinker. 

At Erik's imitation of Akaia's dire-sounding warning, she was loath to admit that she'd actually jumped a bit. [color=7FFFD4][b]"You know, gramps, we should have a movie night. We can improvise a big ol' screen in the Telescope Room and pop on some pre-Collapse slasher flick."[/b][/color] She pursed her lips for a moment. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Actually, after some of the shit we've seen, I don't think we'd bat an eyelash. Maybe comedy, huh? We all get loaded, do some karaoke, and watch a movie... in between the other stuff we have to do."[/b][/color] There was a lot: she wanted to give both vehicles a thorough go-over and the 'Landwhale' - their van - was in need of an oil change. She wanted to get back to work on her next generation drones, and she [i]needed [/i]to make more payload arrows in addition to more ammo for the others who wanted it. That meant refining more explosive and crafting more shells. Finally, Lys was eager to see what they could glean from that mistle. She had a few working theories on how she could spread the plants or, if not, isolate the properties within them that scrubbed the air and produced the fruit. 

Nobody else had come into the record store. Maybe they were exhausted, but so was Lys. [color=7FFFD4][i]Your loss, losers. Now you get to listen to music curated by [b]me[/b].[/i][/color] The light was almost gone too. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Thanks for uh... clearing the air,"[/b][/color] she said quietly, idly readjusting one of her legs. She glanced his way. [color=7FFFD4][b]"On that note, I was kind of actually wondering something: since we got the whole plant, are we required to hand it [i]all[/i] over to the Provgovs or just a sample like we originally agreed? Knowing the research culture there, I feel like we've got a better shot than them at doing something useful and with a whole plant at our disposal..."[/b][/color] Her hands were restless. She flicked her flashlight on and shone it up at her face from below. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I think we just might have a shot at cracking the case,"[/b][/color] she added playful-seriously.[hr][hr]