handelaar | not here.

[THREE DAYS LATER, after being thoroughly annoyed with you and sleeping for what feels like a week straight (close enough, right?), Alex has done some thinking. Not really for Ned's behalf, but still, thinking. He's had way too much time aboard the ship for it. Heather worked in the gardens, right? If she's still... missing... then she'll need someone to help fill in for her. And Murphy works there, too. He'll be out of commission for a few days (maybe longer, probably longer, how well does the medical stuff work here again? he doesn't know), so stuff might lag, right?

Right?]

i'll help in the gardens for a little while. long as you don't beat me up, dont need any 'pay' or anything

but 006 » 073 could really use some weed right about now

[It might be because he thinks the image is funny, or it might be because he legitimately thinks Murphy needs it. In fact, it's a little bit of both.]

Edited 2012-10-07 23:29 (UTC)

[His communicator goes off and first thing he does is attempt to stifle the sound. Second thing he does is glance around wildly, like the Myfanwy might swoop down and attack him upon hearing a chime - but he's actually just making sure Josias isn't around, because, uh. Technically he's not supposed to be back to work, yet.

"Beat me up"? Jeez, what a paranoid kid, and he nearly shoots that back before he changes his mind and deletes it. Hey, if it gets him free labor he's not going to correct that assumption.

The weed thing, though, has him frowning. He knows that can't be Alex's number, but it also seems vaguely familiar.]

You trying to set me up, or what

[paranoid, me? paranoid? it's not like you've showed any aggression before! my paranoia is so unfounded.]

He's a good friend of mine who got jacked up way worse than what I came back with. he'd need it, trust me. something to make him not wanna get up and go work when he's punched fulla holes and supposed to be in bed anyway.

[They totally talked it out, because twenty sentences and fifteen minutes of serious discussion on his end counts as talking it out. And now there's free labor, that too, that helps. And the fact that no one has come on the network screaming for Heather's blood, so he'll grudgingly give Alex some credit there. So far.]

Okay
Not that much though. It's strong

[An eloquent producer of words and stories, he is not.]

...

leave a warning note for him pinned to it, then.

what kind of help are you needing at the gardens?

[Noted, though he doesn't bother typing it out.]

Christ
Everything. Only one guy taking care of it for a week. Delivering food to the passenger decks, probably the first order