These things usually are. Usually, when Murphy arrives in a new world, he's threatened with death or outright attacked. That's not the case here, although he waits for that moment throughout his hazy transport. No one is more surprised than he is when he's pulled out of the vehicle and met with a nurse rather than a firing squad. That puts him in a good mood, or at least, he thinks it's a good mood, because he actually wants to do exactly what he was just told to do. Manual labor is a kinder fate than execution.
He doesn't understand why they're all doing this, though. Green stuff is so rare in the universe these days, it feels a little sacrilegious to be clearing it away. So instead of getting to work clearing vines away from windows, he picks up a basket and wanders in search of vegetables. There may be snacks in abundance on the worksite, but he's hoping he can squirrel away some food for later. Who knows when he'll have another chance?
So there's Murphy, snipping away anything that stands between him and a cucumber or pepper. Though it takes a keen eye to find any of these treasures, it's a lot easier than foraging in dense forest. For the most part.
One especially red tomato catches his eye and Murphy practically dives into a thicket of vines in an attempt to pluck it. Just his luck, his sleeve gets caught on a thorn when the prize is only inches out of reach. And he hadn't thought he'd need his shears, so he left them by the basket way over there, which leaves him now wrestling a bunch of plants he's feeling less and less affection for by the second. ]
Oh, come on, you leafy bastards. What'd I ever do to you?
[ Besides chopping up their friends. ]
safehouse
[ This, Murphy does not enjoy. A room full of strangers and a locked door. Granted, he appreciates the amenities. It's a rare luxury to have unlimited access to alcohol in a prison cell. But it doesn't make him feel much better about the not allowed to leave part.
He pilfers a whole bottle of (what is this?) rum and plants himself on a cot as far from the others as he can manage. Hugging it close to his chest like a teddy bear, or like something he expects someone else to snatch away from him as soon as they notice it, he settles in for a long night of getting trashed.
There is so much he doesn't want to think about right now. ]
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John Murphy | OTA