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Who: You and all your friends
What: Catch-All log post for the plot
When: For anything involving the Invasion between 9/22 - 9/30
Where: All around NYC
Rating/Warnings: Please put appropriate warnings in the subject line of your threads where needed
Notes: If you want your character to ask for Bureau help, the Bureau will help. However, players will need to handwave that interaction because the Mods don't have time to play out all of that.

The droids are everywhere! There are strange patches of alien worlds - also full of droids! Good luck, fair Different.

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[traceofeffort]

Lisa was not well known for caution most times, especially not when she had someone to cover for her... or someone she needed to cover. But also, the flowers had been pretty this morning and she wanted to see them again. So going with Elliott had seemed like a fair enough compromise.

Unfortunately, it's humid as hell, and so even having switched to a T-shirt, jean shorts she thought she'd retired for the season six weeks ago, and a ponytail, she felt like she was melting. Still, can't just stay at home. Not when something's going on. She'd silenced her phone, packed for exploration of unknown lands, and gone back into danger. But hey, she could appreciate the flora again. "Isn't it? None of this stuff looks familiar." She snapped a few pictures of her own, before stashing her phone. "Hey, you could probably just take a cutting. As long as you don't touch it, it's probably fine, right?" Why there was a set of kitchen shears and a Ziploc in her purse all of a sudden was an open question, but perhaps it'd have benefit.

[bearshermark]

"Probably," Elliott said with some caution. The plants could very well be as dangerous as they were beautiful, but he wasn't stupid enough to be the first one to try touching them. ...But if it happened by accident, then he'd at least know one way or another.

"I wonder if they'd only grow in this sort of climate, or if they'd be invasive if we tried to transplant one on Earth..."

He blinked as Lisa rifled through and pulled out appropriate tools. "Um... do you usually carry those around...?"

[traceofeffort]

“I don’t know! But I want to,” Lisa replied, chipper but a little quiet just in case, as she took a brief look around. “It’d be cool if stuff like this grew at home, yeah?”

She grinned at the (otherwise perfectly fair) question. “Nope! I came through some of this earlier and already had the ‘I want a sample of this!’ thought separately.” An oven mitt, cotton and thick enough to be slightly unwieldy, came out next; she must have taken things out to fit these tools. “So, I thought, why not bring stuff in case I came back?”