Lt. Robin Hopper: Anywhere, Anywhen
Robin Hopper
((Amity Outpost – Peace Park, Mackinac Biome))
Hopper: Here, let me give you a boost. ::Smiling:: Come on, I’m stronger than I look.
She cupped her hands and held them out for the security officer to step onto, bending her knees slightly. Bec smiled and used Robin’s help to propel herself into the lower branches. As she clambered up and into the tree, Robin recalled that Klingons often came with duplicate organs and were far denser than they appeared – but she kept her composure and said nothing.
As Bec climbed, Robin returned to the path and put her hands on her hips, looking up into the tree.
Hopper: How’s the view from up there, little squirrel? See any good spots?
Iko: Squirrel? Please! I'm at least a… uhm… a possum!
Robin shrugged, teasingly.
Hopper: Is that better?
Iko: Look, I can't think of any off the top of my head besides koalas, and they're just cute and lazy buggers.
Hopper: ::Smiling:: Alright, possum – what do you see from up there? Ideally, we’re looking for a relatively flat spot that isn’t too heavily shaded, if we want anything other than ferns to grow there.
Robin nodded politely as a pair of civilians – an Ornaran and a Nuvian – walked by, hand in many-fingered hand. They looked curiously up at the tree.
Hopper: ::To the couple:: She, uh, lost her kite up there.
As they exchanged glances and continued on, Robin turned back to Iko.
Hopper: ::To Iko:: Maybe we should also suggest some sort of tree-walk or lookout… Then everyone could enjoy the possum-eye view! Speaking of which…
Iko: There's an area that's like, 100 meters from the lake? Easily accessible, cozy… should we go check it out?
Hopper: Yeah, sure. As long as you can get down safely!
Robin hadn’t considered it before, but when she’d first found Bec ‘aloft’ in the bluegums, she’d had a bit of a hard fall out of the branches. The Sycamore grew taller and if Bec were to fall again, they might have to postpone their garden-plotting for a trip to the sickbay.
Bec, however, began climbing down competently. Robin let out a relieved sigh…
Iko: Either that or on the far side of this path, down a bit more? I'm feeling the first spot though.
Once Bec was low enough, she sat down on a branch and leapt off it – landing on her feet like a nimble… possum… Robin patted her on the back.
Hopper: Nice work. We’ll take a peak at that spot by the lake first. That could also make irrigation a lot simpler too.
Iko: Let's go!
They began walking, Robin beginning to plan in her mind how they might draw water from the lake to water the garden. If the lake was stocked, the water might already have some nutritional value as well – fish fertilizer was an effective way to boost garden productivity, after all.
Hopper: You ever use a hand-pump? Like the old fashioned kind a lot of worlds developed during their agricultural phases? ::Chuckling:: Then again, that’s probably unnecessarily quaint.
Iko: Response
Hopper: Sometimes I feel nostalgic for a time that I never lived in. The bold and daring 2260s or the 1800s when even Earth had uncharted ‘worlds’ to explore… You ever think about what it would be like to have lived in another time? Or another place, maybe?
Iko: Response
Hopper: If you could live anywhere, anywhen, where would it be? Future? Past? ::Shaking her head in amusement:: Mirror Universe?
Iko: Response
TBC
