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Who: Luce

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What: Its the 11th, do you know where your local 30-something manchild is?
When: The 11th
Where: All over town
Summary: Luce is meandering about the town, he is trying to learn about it and adapt. But this is him we're talking about.
Rating: PG-13
The odd thing about Luce, that despite is overly sheltered life, lack of common sense and ingrained ignorance, was that no matter what he would be naturally curious. Today, one could see the blond walking about town investigating thing, watching people, and feeling random items in stores.

He wanted to see how people survived here, and being here for just over a month had taught him a lot of things but at the same time nothing. So, what was this man to do? Besides, adapt.

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"Why do you say as they are? Are they not fully ready yet?"

"I believe they are, but I'm not a gardner so I can't be sure. It is all trial and experiment." She pauses and regards him a moment. "Have you ever done those kinds of things?"

"..No, last time I tried, I planted a potato wrong."

"Don't you experiment with anything?" Though she doesn't know why she asks because she already knows the answer. She shakes her head. He is obviously not someone who even knows how to live.

"No. Its not my job to experiment or question."

"And your whole life is your job?" Which is a pitiable thing, really. He doesn't even seem to enjoy it.

"Correct, it is my reason for being."

"Then unbecome," she says though she knows how this conversation will go. Perhaps she's developing some masochistic tendencies. In either case, whether he answers or not...

"The vegetables are there to be picked. Try to figure out which ones."

"Why would I do that? If I am the Judge well, in my next life, I can be something better than I am now." He said, frowning before doing what he would when told to figure it out.

Pick at random and hope for the best.

She doesn't answer to that. It doesn't seem like a fair tradeoff but perhaps reincarnation really does work where he is from. In either case she has grown tired of debating. Instead she will watch him and grow hands out of the earth to slap him away when he's wrong, though she'll slap him away if he is right, too, to see if he can find another way of solving the problem.

Watch as he gets slapped multiple times, then after the third or fourth time he moves away from the garden. "I don't think its ready."

"I think you have to think again." Whether he gives up or not, for her own part, no matter how much she feels faintly as if she's picking on an infant, it's vaguely cathartic.

"If random hands are hitting me, I think its a sign not to." Stares at the garden as he sees if he can poke at a plant with a bare toe.

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