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Characters: Lambda and OPEN
Date: Monday, October 10th
Summary: Gone Fishing.
Warnings: Should be none! This will be updated if anything comes up.
Notes: Feel free to help Lambda find a more...normal way to fish and/or teach her about other foods and/or help her cook things. ...Or just come and stare at the robot girl. That works too.


[It has been two weeks since Lambda arrived in the Gardens for a second time—and, therefore, two weeks since Norway taught her to make the one and only meal she knows how to prepare. The lack of variety in her diet does not bother her, though. Lambda has no concept of eating for taste, and she does not need to metabolize nutrients in the same way humans do, so even just lutefisk is enough.]

[She is in battle mode as she approaches the small river she has taken to acquiring fish from, but not because there is anything in the Gardens that makes her feel threatened. Rather, this is the only way she knows how to fish. The optic in the center of her visor focuses on the water as she reaches the edge of the stream, her sensors pinpointing the location of the fish easily. It's easy to calculate their trajectory as they flit under the surface of the water, so she extends her arm, and then—]

[—the air seems to open up, an energy blade zipping downward at just the right angle to cleave one of her targets in half. The surface of the water barely splashes from the disturbance.]

[With that done, Lambda leans downward and scoops the bisected animal from the water with her hands. Then, she straightens up again, intending to repeat the process as many times as she has to in order to obtain a satisfactory amount of fish.]

Comments

[stayedwithher.livejournal.com]

Kyoko, out stretching her legs, hears the splash despite it being small and decides to check it out, curious if it might be something more interesting than just a fish or a frog jumping. When she arrives and sees the other girl, she watches from a distance, curious. She didn't see what happened, and from this angle couldn't see the bisected fish.

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

For a brief moment, the red optic in the center of her visor pivots in Kyoko's direction. The other girl does not seem hostile or threatening, though, so Lambda quickly loses interest, instead returning her gaze to the water in front of her. She extends her arm again, and then—zip, another blade sails through the air and slices a second fish neatly in half, Lambda quickly leaning down to retrieve this one and drop it onto the grass beside her as well.

[stayedwithher.livejournal.com]

This time, Kyoko sees what happens and is stunned. She's not sure what to make of it at all. After a moment, she decides to approach.

"...What are you doing?"

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

Lambda looks up again as the other girl approaches, but there's nothing in the action to signal aggression, so she remains at ease.

"Collecting fish for consumption."

[stayedwithher.livejournal.com]

Well. That's a unique way to put it. Kyoko thinks for a minute.

"...Fishing, then?"

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

Lambda is all about overly precise language. She almost turns away when Kyoko is quiet, but then the redhead asks her question.

"Yes."

[stayedwithher.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's certainly an interesting way to go about it. But hey, whatever works."

In all honesty, this has more given Kyoko an idea for the future than anything else. Fish is yummy, she has a kitchen now, and catching them with her spear would probably be easier than using a fishing rod.

[gentlecuteside]

Amamiya happened to be passing by when she saw Lambda fishing. If you could call it that.

"That's a rather...unique way of fishing," she said, coming up behind her.

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

Glancing over her shoulder as Amamiya approached, she took only a moment to determine that the newcomer did not seem hostile. Once that was decided, she turned back to the stream in front of her, dropping the fish halves she had gathered onto the grass beside her feet. Briefly, it seemed as though she wasn't going to reply to that statement at all, Lambda silently extending her arm and calling up another blade to slice a second fish in two. As she leaned down to pluck this one from the water, however, she spoke up.

"My data banks contain no information on conventional fishing methods." Of course, she was equipped with her own problem solving algorithms, so she made do as best she could with the tools she had at hand—hence the current spectacle.

[gentlecuteside]

"Usually you use a rod, a line and a hook. Or a net."

She glances over at the pile of bisected fish.

"That does seem to be an efficient method, though."

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

She thinks about this. More than likely, she could create these via the dirt, but... The only one she can properly visualize is a net, and even then she's not sure if it's the kind used for fishing. So, instead, she settles on, "I am unfamiliar with the use of these tools." A pause, and then she adds, "An analysis of the situation determined this is the most efficient usage of the tools available to me."

[gentlecuteside]

Amamiya nodded. "I could make you a set if you wanted, but...I'm not sure it would be better than what you're already doing."

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

She goes quiet, considering.

"...Yes."

[mnementomori]

[Xion watches curiously, not even registering the actions as fishing. But she realizes this girl mbust be gathering them for some purpose. She stands some distance away, not wanting to startle Lambda--or come within range of that blade.]

Um, excuse me. Hello. What are you doing?

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of the voice, Lambda turns her head in Xion's direction. For a moment, she says nothing at all, merely observing the other girl. Then, once she has decided she presents no threat to her, she answers:]

Collecting fish for consumption.

[mnementomori]

Con-sumption...oh! You're going to eat them?

You're really fast. There's no way I could do that.

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[With that said, she turns away from Xion and resumes her fishing. She doesn't immediately reply to Xion's other comment, but, eventually, she does speak up again.]

This method would not be efficient when performed by an individual lacking in comparative abilities.

[mnementomori]

[it takes her another moment to decipher that.]

Oh--yeah. I've never eaten fish before, so I wouldn't know how to catch them.

[they smell a little, too, but she figures she probably shouldn't say that.]

Are they good?

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

[She pauses and glances up again. It's hard to tell, but she seems a little puzzled.]

"Good"?

[brands.livejournal.com]

Fang used to fish, a very long time ago, and she hasn't lost the talent or the knowledge of it. So when she wanders over to the lake, it takes her a moment to figure out what the girl -- Pulsework? -- is doing. When she does though, she decides to speak up.

"You know, a fishing rod's the way most people do that." She grins. "Your way looks faster, though."

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

"Rod?" She repeats the word, tone faintly questioning. She has heard the word before—been told that's what most people use, even—but she cannot picture the object in question in her mind's eye. "I am unfamiliar with the tools generally used for fishing."

She looks down at the fish she has already collected, then back up toward Fang. "My problem solving algorithms determined this is the most efficient way to perform this task with the tools available to me."

[brands.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, a rod. It's a pole, with a bit of fishing wire attached, and a hook." The things people hadn't heard of here would never cease to confuse her. "You bait the hook with something for the fish, and when they bite, you reel them in." She glances out to the lake. "You could make one with the dirt, if you wanted to risk it."

And...whoa, those are definitely some complicated words happening. Fang tilts her head. "Right. So what are you fishing for anyway? This a hobby of yours?"

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

She glances downward and away from Fang, trying to visualize the object. That description is a little clearer to her, and though she's not entirely sure if she has the right idea, she at least has a better idea of the mechanics of the device. Eventually, she looks back up again and nods once, the movement slow but not hesitant.

At Fang's next words, she tilts her head ever so slightly. "Hobby?" There's a quiet moment while she searches for the meaning of the word—an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation—and then she shakes her head. "No. I am collecting fish for consumption."

[brands.livejournal.com]

Fang's mouth twitches at the corners at Lambda's answer, the barest hint of a smile. "All right. Are you gonna just eat 'em like that, or do you plan on cooking them? They might taste a little better if you did." She wonders if this person...Pulsework, whatever she is, can even taste things.

[cobbledtogether.livejournal.com]

"I have data on the necessary preparation of lutefisk." She doesn't make any comment on Fang's remark about taste. Only being half-machine, she can taste things well enough, but it's not something that she links together with the idea of pleasure. Then again, she rarely thinks of her own enjoyment at all. Having fun is not something included in her directives.