"You two are weird," he announces, fingers stroking lightly over Quentin's ankle. Fortunately he likes them that way, but they're still weird. "I like the low table with the pillows, though," he adds, even if it might be more of a tripping hazard for Quentin. It feels more intimate, somehow, though he's not sure why. Maybe it's just because it's something he associates with Jedao.
"Some. A lot of it was torched or trampled recently. But eventually we're going to have managed food forest tiles to work with as well as traditional cropland, by the way."
He bends to kiss the back of Quentin's neck again. He likes tiles as a way to think about it, one huge cooperative game board.
Fives watches the kiss and shivers a little, his eyes going dark; so different from how he would have reacted a few short months ago. It takes him a moment to find the thread of the conversation again. "Wood can be a luxury trade item," he supplies once he engages enough brain cells. "If it's the right kind. But we should have enough for immediate building needs, shouldn't we?" he asks Jedao, and he might be staring at his lips just a little.
"Wood, mining, interesting natural habitats for preservation, clusters of 'townlike' housing structures with a few necessities on the same tile for convenience, and then gathering-and-community clusters for education, art, healthcare, sport. The difference between a soccer pitch in your backyard and a stadium."
"Cured fungus and bamboo are probably going to be our main building materials - much faster to grow, lighter, good insulators. And mycelium can be molded into custom shapes very easily. Real timber we can save for luxury and specialty pieces."
"I should teach you to play meshgeroya," he tells then when Quentin mentions a soccer pitch. They're... close, meshgeroya's just a little more brutal. Even than rugby. He remembers rugby fondly, still, from that one breach.
"You can build with fungus?" That is definitely news to him and neatly redirects his train of thought, he mostly thinks of the mushrooms in the dining hall when he thinks fungus.
Wonders Quentin, already re-editing the plans in his head, less concrete, more bungalows, lofts, a immediate organic explosion of packed earth floors and tree trunks rising up through platforms, windows open onto green canopies, overlooking fields of produce.
"Yeah, you just..." Jedao muses as he kneads at Quentin. "The mycelium threads are actually very strong. If you grow them on the right substrate they can be dried and kiln-fired into something more durable than concrete. It'll take a little while to get the production up and running smoothly, but after that it scales wonderfully."
"Mmm, big rectangle," he answers, feeling lazy and comfortable and warm as they talk about... Force, about their future. As a thing that's going to happen, all bogged down in the trivialities of building materials and city planning.
"Good," he answers Jedao, rubbing idly up and down his leg, just enjoying touching them both, even if he only has skin where his other hand is still curled around Quentin's ankle. "We're going to need to build lots of housing. Group housing," he clarifies, because Quentin is obviously mental running down all those avenues. "For adults and... for children." So many children, who'll actually get to be children. "And training facilities too." Because they're still going to mostly be soldiers, and they're going to need them for their war.
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Date: 2019-02-05 09:25 am (UTC)He says, tilting his head side to side.
"A buzz when I'm on a collision course."
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Date: 2019-02-05 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-06 12:59 am (UTC)Says Quentin, with his eyes shut, smile curving at the ceiling.
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Date: 2019-02-06 10:59 am (UTC)He offers, because now he's kind of on board with the idea.
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Date: 2019-02-07 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-02-07 11:07 am (UTC)He has feelings about what their kitchen will be like.
"Something very lacquered. I hope the planet where we're going has wood."
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Date: 2019-02-09 10:59 pm (UTC)He bends to kiss the back of Quentin's neck again. He likes tiles as a way to think about it, one huge cooperative game board.
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Date: 2019-02-09 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-10 01:29 am (UTC)He's mentally drawing again.
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Date: 2019-02-10 03:21 am (UTC)Like their coffee table.
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Date: 2019-02-10 03:34 am (UTC)"You can build with fungus?" That is definitely news to him and neatly redirects his train of thought, he mostly thinks of the mushrooms in the dining hall when he thinks fungus.
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Date: 2019-02-10 05:08 am (UTC)Wonders Quentin, already re-editing the plans in his head, less concrete, more bungalows, lofts, a immediate organic explosion of packed earth floors and tree trunks rising up through platforms, windows open onto green canopies, overlooking fields of produce.
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Date: 2019-02-10 03:52 pm (UTC)And scale is going to matter a lot.
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Date: 2019-02-10 06:15 pm (UTC)"Good," he answers Jedao, rubbing idly up and down his leg, just enjoying touching them both, even if he only has skin where his other hand is still curled around Quentin's ankle. "We're going to need to build lots of housing. Group housing," he clarifies, because Quentin is obviously mental running down all those avenues. "For adults and... for children." So many children, who'll actually get to be children. "And training facilities too." Because they're still going to mostly be soldiers, and they're going to need them for their war.