Roomies

“Hey, Weave. What all are we getting for the hangout, celebration thing tonight?” Vinyl asked as she glanced at the unicorn as she telekinetically pushed the shopping cart down the snack aisle. Her shades were perched on her horn.“Oh, Octy’s bringing various types of alcohol once she’s done with her practice for the day.”

“Eh, something easy to warm up and is good for you would do,” Weave shrugged. “I buy in bulk. You have no idea how much the girls can eat.”

“Lasagna.” Vinyl said with a nod. “Maybe two of them, preferably something with thicker noodles. Oh, and we can’t forget junk food for later.” She blinked and suddenly snorted. “So I just had a thought, technically we could call this Chrys’s coming out party.” She laughed.

“Pretty sure she was already well aware of that fact,” the stallion chuckled. “Oooh, pizza rolls. Big bag of those will last me maybe three days.”

“Holy shit.” Vinyl blinked. “So, two boxes then?” She asked as they got to the freezer section. “Oh and I’m paying for all this by the way.”

“That works for me,” Weave smiled. “Let’s see, what else. Oh, loaded potato skins, those are great to heat up. And breaded mushrooms, also a good junk food.”

“All of the above, hopefully we don’t bust your oven.” Vinyl chuckled as the pair pulled stuff out of various freezers. “Hey, Chrys like chocolate?”

“I think she does, why?” Weave turned his head to look where Vinyl was looking.

“Well, Imma get her some chocolate.” Vinyl grinned. “Octy doesn’t like chocolate and I’ve always wanted to give a romantic interest chocolate.”

“Aww, how sweet,” the stallion chuckled. “Oooh, go for a chocolate cheesecake,” he suggested.

“Ooooo! Good idea!” Vinyl nodded and pulled one out of the nearby fridge. Their cart was filling up quite nicely.

“Hmm, what else,” the stallion mused. “Frozen snacks, dinner, dessert...I think we’re good,” he finally said. “Though naturally we may end up needing like another one of everything just to be safe.”

“Fill us up, we’re using Octy’s credit card.” Vinyl snorted and turned to head down another isle. “Oh, thought. Drinks. Non-alcoholic drinks. Anything that comes to mind beyond soda?”

“Ummm…” Weave cringed a little. “Not...really? I mean...soda’s a staple around the house. Oh!” He suddenly pointed a hoof. “There, that brand. Those energy drinks. Don’t ask me how, but they’re all-natural, just the extract of a leaf, but no sudden rush, no crash. Just more energy later.”

“Huh. Kay. Might have to try ‘em myself.” Vinyl gave the drink a look. No fancy advertising, just a mission statement on the side of the can saying it used stevia leaf extract to make a can of liquid energy that would leave anypony with no crashes later. She blinked. “I won’t believe it till I feel it.” She shrugged and put a few in the cart.

“Yeah, helps me keep up with them,” Weave nodded, grabbing a small box and putting it in the cart as well. “But other than that, it’s mostly soda around the house. You could grab some juices, I suppose.”

“Apple juice.” She nodded, levitating a bottle. “Water is easy to come by. And… I think that’s it.” She nodded. “Let’s get the stuff and head out of here.”

“Sounds good to me,” Weave agreed. “And for once, I don’t have to come up with a new spell to pay for it all.”

Starlight sat in the bathroom.

There was something calming about watching the softly pulsing light of Chrys’s cocoon. It was peaceful. And honestly, she didn’t feel as much of a drained mess as she did normally. Progress perhaps.

She heard the front door open.

“Star! Help us get things! We went a bit overboard!” Vinyl yelled into the apartment with a groan.

Star blinked and trotted out of the bathroom. Vinyl was panting on the living room floor. There were a couple plastic bags next to her.

“Weaves… ferrying up… more.” She said between breaths.

“Uh huh…” Star nodded. “And why did you get so much?”

“Ummmm because we forgot that we had to carry all of it… Because we also forgot to bring a cart?” Vinyl replied.

The door bounced against the wall as the rest of the bags floated in, followed by an only somewhat strained looking Weave. “Glad I figured out how to make things weigh less for a little while on the way up,” the stallion huffed. “Maybe I’ll refine it in a bit.”

“Weave, fuck you.” Vinyl complained.

“Scoots has that covered.” Star commented, magically grabbing most of the bags and moving them over to the dining table, then moved over the ones she’d missed. She trotted over to the table and started unpacking.

“Yeah, we prepped for a party for when Chrys comes out,” Weave commented, ignoring the jab. “Junk food, easily made dinner stuff, aaaand a chocolate cheesecake or two for dessert.”

“Oooooo Cheesecake…..” Star cooed as she stuck it in the fridge.

Vinyl finally got up and started to help organize things.

“Oh, has my package arrived yet?” Weave asked Star. “Was expecting it to show up today.”

“You mean that?” Star pointed a hoof at the table in front of the TV. “What is it?”

“This,” Weave said, walking over to the box and lifting it with his magic to sit on some empty counter space in the kitchen. “Is the latest kitchen appliance. An air fryer. Also known as a very powerful toaster. It toasts, it bakes, it reheats, it does all of that precisely with a dozen different settings.” He smiled at them both. “I got a good one. So your concerns about my oven are nice, Vinyl, but I think this little baby’s gonna see us through most of the night.” He paused for a moment. “...Once I learn how to properly use it,” Weave admitted begrudgingly. “Would rather not burn the snacks.”

“Feel like I need a camera. I’m sure the creators would love to use that as free advertising.” Star said dryly.

“Hey, it’s a very powerful little box, okay?” Weave huffed. “Plus I got some pizza rolls. Wouldn’t you like to learn how to toast those in half the time?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes.”

Vinyl nodded. “Could we make some now? I’m hungry.”

“Okay, okay,” Weave smiled. “Let me just plug it in and see if there’s an easy way to convert normal recipes into air-fryer ones, okay?”

“Sounds good.” Star commented as she finished putting everything away, yet left out a bag of pizza rolls. She trotted over to the couch and plopped onto it. She flicked on the TV and grabbed a controller to turn on the PS4.

Vinyl grabbed the bag of pizza rolls in her magic and looked over the instructions. “Hmmm kay. Get that figured out, this thing has times.”

“Yup yup,” Weave pulled out another bag, looked at the time and temperature listing, and then headed to his study. “I’ll see if there’s a conversion formula out there, and then we can go from there,” he promised.

“I mean it has times for an airfryer.” Vinyl poked the package with a hoof.

“Wait what?” Weave walked back. “Huh...must be a newer bag,” he admitted. “Okay, I’ll plug her in and we can see if they’re right.”

“Let’s find out.” Vinyl shrugged and set the bag next to the fryer.

While those two made food. Star was starting up the collective Minecraft world. “Weave, what should I work on?” She called out.

“Huh?” the stallion poked his head out the door. “Oh, cool! Um, first, head to the base, and then look through the chests until you find the emeralds and diamonds,” he said. “We need a beacon next, and in order to get that in any reasonable amount of time, you’re going to want good gear. Looting 3 on a sword is a must.”

“Ooooookay?” Star said, checking on the multitude of boxes. “Why?”

“Well,” Weave said matter-of-factly, “Now that we have access to the End, we have access to the ‘cheese the hell out of the Wither’ strategy. But we still need to summon him, and that takes three wither skulls. Which you can only get from wither skeletons in the nether fortresses at a really low drop rate. Looting 3 helps it only take a few hours.”

“Whelp. I’ll get started then.” Star sighed.

“I mean, there’s always the chance that you won’t take long,” Weave shook his head. “I think they have a...what, five percent chance to drop at max looting level? Plus you’ll be getting plenty of bones and coal for the furnaces.”

“Have I mentioned I hate the- Whoa, what did Chrys do?” Star blinked. “Did she pimp out the area around the nether portal?”

“...Whelp, I mean, I only wanted a nice place to be safe in, but I’ll take decorations as well,” the stallion mused. “Oh, I also went exploring and found a few things. I’ll be making a gold farm later.”

“Gold farm?” Star glanced back for a moment, then moved onto her job. “Explain. And how’s the food going?”

“Air fryer’s warming up,” the stallion said. “And I found turtles and made a rudimentary turtle farm. And if there’s one thing zombies love to do, it’s crush turtle eggs. And you can use that and abuse that so well~”

“Well that’s horrific.” Star blinked. “I hate it.”

“Yeah, well, the idea is to keep the egg safe while using it to lure zombies in from all over into a killing chamber,” the stallion replied easily. “Then you can just kill them at your leisure as more zombies keep pushing the old ones into the hole.”

“Zombie Murder Room sounds so much better.” Star nodded. “Hey, guess what?”

“What?” Weave quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Got a skull.” Star replied.

“...Okay, that’s fast,” the stallion admitted.

“Now just wait. It’ll take-” Vinyl was cut off.

“Got another one.”

“Duh fuq?” Vinyl poked her head out of the kitchen.

“The RNG Gods are with me!” Star cried.

There came a noise from the front door. “What’s going on? Why’s star screami- Oh hey a wither skull.” Scoots blinked as she came into the living room and stared at the TV.

“Three is not enough! I need more!” Star was actually cackling.

“Well….. At least she’s not depressed?” Vinyl offered.

“We might have more skulls than sense in a minute,” the stallion pointed out.

Star continued to cackle as Scoots trotted over to peek into the kitchen. “Hey you two. Vinyl you behaving?”

“Yes ma’am.” Vinyl nodded with a chuckle.

“Just supervising the fryer,” the stallion promised.

“Fry- Oooooooo!” Scoots dashed into the kitchen. “This is a beauty!”

“I know, right!” Weave smiled as well. “This thing will cook all the snacks for us tonight. I saved up for the good one.”

“Oh very nice.” Scoots looked at the box. “Good specs too.”

Vinyl took that moment to trot out into the living room.

“You did good Weave.” Scoots chuckled.

“I like to think so,” the stallion smiled. “Granted, I did have to come up with half a dozen spells to afford it in the long run, but yeh. This is my fryer.”

“And it’s a beautiful fryer.” Scoots nodded.

“You two are weird.” Star called from the living room.

“Just because we can appreciate a good appliance doesn’t make us weird,” Weave called back.

“Sure….” Star called back with a groan.

“She’s currently sitting here with seven skulls.” Vinyl called out.

“...When do you plan to stop tormenting the poor skeletons?” Weave asked.

“When I have twelve.” Star replied.

“Oh great, she’s planning ahead,” Weave moaned. “Well, that’s going to be a bit of time on my end getting the stuff to make the beacons...maybe I should move into making the iron farm first…”

“Did I hear iron farm?” Vinyl asked.

“How’s the pizza rolls coming?” Star asked.

“Just about…” the fryer beeped. “Done! Let’s see.” Weave used his magic to pull the door open and released the pizza rolls from their confines. “Well they don’t smell overcooked…” he noted. “A few seem to have attempted to burst their confines, but that’s to be expected. On the whole...they probably came out well. But I leave it to our resident pizza connoisseur to tell me if the fryer lives up to its hype.”

“Put them in bowl. Bring. Feed me.” Star said with a grunt.

“Hungry little cave pony.” Vinyl snorted.

“Yeah, she gets like that sometimes,” Weave chuckled. The rolls were deposited into a bowl and floated out as the stallion emerged from the kitchen. “One offering before the RNG goddess,” he mock-intoned, bowing as the bowl was floated to be sitting next to Star.

Star’s magical glow levitated a few as she bit off a corner of each one. “Can’t be too careful.” She mumbled as steam escaped from the bitten holes.

“Yes, well, if it works for the most popular food item in the house, I’ll have to make it a preset so you can make it with a push of a button,” the stallion snorted.

“Yay.” Came her half-hearted cheer as Vinyl trotted around to sit on the couch.

“Okay then, time to make an iron farm,” Weave settled next to Star on the couch. “Don’t tell Chrys what I did to do this, though,” he said to the others. “It involves kidnapping and scaring villagers.”

“Oh how horrible.” Vinyl chuckled.

“Chrys does love her villages.” Star nodded.

“Yeah, well, if you put three in the right conditions, and stick a zombie on a minecart to go past them constantly...they’ll make a golem to defend themselves from the zombie that will never get to them,” Weave pointed out. “And if you move that golem to a pit of lava, it’ll die and rain iron into a collection system. Thus, iron farm with enough modules. Popular configuration is six modules of three villagers each. So...I’ll be kidnapping like half the village..”

“We tell her nothing.” Star nodded.

“Wait, where’s greg?” Vinyl giggled.

“And with infinite iron, it’ll be easy to do...basically everything else,” the stallion nodded. “I have enough rails to move all the villagers, I just need them to get close to my minecart and they’ll go for the ride of their lives.”

“Gotcha.” Star nodded. “So how are we stealing villagers?”

“Oh easy, I just need to make the modules like this…” Weave hummed. “Put down the main platform to summon the golems on...make the water flow...and there! Now, I need to make the killing chamber, so nopony distract me. Spilling lava on yourself is a recipe for a bad day.”

“Fine. I’m just gonna go stow these skulls.” Star commented.

“Aaaaand...there’s the iron invested into the hoppers,” Weave sighed. “And the chamber is done. Now we just need to herd villagers into a minecart system so that three of them go to each module. That’ll get the system ready for the next step, which can only be done at night. I need a nametag named something silly.”

“Mumbo.” Vinyl spoke up.

“Dick.” Scoots pitched in.

“Whoever gets there first can name it,” Weave said with a smirk. “Okay, rail line is in place for villager module one. Now to kidnap three villagers.”

“How?” Scoots asked. “How we do that?”

“Watch,” Weave said, placing a minecart down. He waited for a villager to walk nearby, and then pushed the cart. The moment it passed the villager by...well, there should have been a ‘shoop’ noise for how easily it was scooped up and was merrily riding along.

“They’re so trusting.” Star giggled.

“That’s great!” Vinyl laughed loudly.

“And now we just repeat that seventeen more times,” Weave sighed. “Chrys better never find out about this.”

“Never.” Star shook her head.

“Hmm,” Weave mused as the villagers were being put in place. “Well, that’s one resource settled. Now we need to work on things liiiike...bees. And slime. I’ll need to work out a good device to gather honey.”

“And what else do you have cooked up?” Vinyl raised a brow at the stallion.

“Well I mean, getting bees is going to be fun,” the stallion grumbled. “But also I need to figure out how to collect the honey once there is honey without us needing to do it ourselves. Honey is like a bootleg slime block, and things stick to it. Meaning it can be used to make moving devices, like giant piston doors.”

“Are we going to be turtling? Don’t tell me we’re going to be turtling.” Star glanced over at Weave. As she looked back to the TV. “Huh, that’s seven.”

“Well I mean, I’m tired of the great big hole in the wall that anything can walk through,” the stallion pointed out. “And we can’t light up the whole world.”

“Glowstone.” Star replied. “I’ve been stockpiling.”

“Aren’t there doors and things you can use. Also in front.” Scoots commented as she stepped in front of the TV and set a plate of munchies down. “Sorry.”

“Down in front!” Star complained as the pegasus mare got out of the way.

“Well yes, we could go out and put some lights out there, but honestly, a great big door that opens at the push of a button also looks impressive,” Weave pointed out. “And it doesn’t take up much space.”

“Mmmmm, you’ve got a point.” Star hummed as she levitated a few pizza rolls over and popped one into her mouth. “Ahhhh! Hot!”

“I just took them out!” Scoots complained from the kitchen.

“Bite a hole in the corner and blow into it.” Vinyl added.

“Bullshit! I will eat it and ha cha cha while breathing out fire!” Star said, stuffing another one in her mouth.

“How did she get those burns? Oh she kept eating pizza pockets that came right out of the fryer!” Vinyl glared at the huffing mare.

“I’ll just get the parts together for a door,” the stallion muttered to himself. “Hmm. Might need some quartz. Good thing we’ve got uber-picks.”

“Need me to grab anything while I’m in the Nether?” Star asked through her chewing.

“I’m free to grab whatever in the overworld.” Vinyl offered.

“Let’s see here,” the stallion mused. “Hmm. Stone we’ve got, redstone we have a fair bit of, sticks, we have plenty of wood...just got iron sorted. Planks, also good. Cobble, we actually will need cobble for the pistons and things, a little bit of it. Aaaand we’ll need to dip into the slime reserves to be able to make the first door. I’ll put making a slime farm on my list next.”

“Kay. Need me to bring anything?” Vinyl asked as a knock came from the door. Scoots trotted by and opened it. There was the sound of plastic bags as Scoots and Octavia entered.

“Hello all, I come bearing copious amounts of alcohol.” Octavia announced happily.

“Yay, booze.” Scoots chuckled as she and the gray mare deposited the bags on the dinner table and started to sort the bottles.

“I don’t know if anyone likes bourbon. I bought shot glasses just in case.” Octavia commented. “How goes the crafting?”

“Skeleton Genocide.” Star stated, once again ha cha cha-ing her way through a pizza roll as the fryer dinged.

“Weave being Weave.” Vinyl added as Scoots went to get more food.

“Well someone has to think of ways to get resources,” the stallion replied with a huff. “I mean, I’m no good at making it look good, but at least we won’t have to worry about iron. And we’ll have a nice big door in a moment.”

“This all seems very exciting, but has anypony went to check on Chrys?” Octavia asked.

“One sec.” Vinyl set her controller down and trotted out of the room.

“While she’s doing that, hello,” Weave nodded to Octavia. “Nice to have you. And thanks for paying for our casual dinner.”

“Of course. Honestly, I sometimes feel like I have bits burning holes in my bags.” Octavia smiled. “And I believe I will help in the kitchen.” Octavia trotted over to the kitchen. “Oh this is nice.”

“Air fryer…” Scoots said with a happy giggle.

“We’re breaking in the new device with a hot load of food,” Weave called out.

“A heavy, hot load.” Scoots added.

Octavia sighed and face-hoofed.

“Behave.” Star rolled her eyes. “Huh, M’at nine skulls now.”

“Hmm. Well, one beacon I could use underground to mine out a slime farm or just mine out everything,” the stallion commented. “Which would leave two lying around providing various buffs.”

“Alright, want me to abandon my hunt?” Star asked.

“Chrys’s sack seems hard and kinda hollow. ... And it's glowing. Shouldn’t be too much longer now, I think.” Vinyl announced as she came back in.

“Cool,” Weave commented to Vinyl’s news. “You might both wanna be there for her when she wakes up. And sure thing, Star. Pass me some skulls and I’ll show you how to cheese the hardest boss in the game.”

“Point.” Vinyl trotted back down the hallway.

“Sure thing.” Star shrugged. “Meet you in the base soon here.”

“Let me just nab some stuff from the nether chest and, perfect, thanks for that,” he said to the mare on the couch next to him. “Now, I only need to do this the one time, so I’ll leave it up to you to turn the rest of the skulls into beacons. But here we go. First, to the fortress. Then, to the End. And then, we want to stay on the main island.” The stallion hummed a little as they made the not-really-dangerous journey.

“Yay. World jumping.” Star said blandly.

“More food should be out soon.” Octavia popped her head out of the kitchen. “Can I get anypony anything to drink?”

“Juice is fine for me,” Weave said. “Okay, now this part requires careful digging. You see how the portal is a pool contained in bedrock, and there’s a central pillar to it?”

“Yep. Oh and I’ll have something soda.” Star nodded as Octavia came down and set down a couple of glasses.

“So, if we dig out the underside of the portal like so...and put some markers down so we know where to put the rest of this...then we can build the Wither sideways, and when he’s ready…”

The Wither exploded into life...and then nothing. He was stuck in the sheer bedrock of the portal, unable to do anything because of how he’d spawned. In fact, he was even suffocating.

“Brother. Brother! Brother I am stuck in the terrain!” Star said in a deep voice then started laughing.

“Yup,” Weave chuckled. “Here, let me put him out of his misery with some sword action.”

“You have great sword action.” Scoots chuckled as she trotted out and propped herself up on the couch behind Weave.

“So I hear,” Weave noted out loud. “Anyways, one wither dead, one nether star for me, and I’ll be making use of the infinite iron to make a beacon underground so I can dig out all the diamonds and later, a slime farm.”

“Yay. We have a plan.” Star chuckled. “And now, I return to skeleton murder.”

“Mhm, and now for resources out the wazoo,” the stallion smiled as he headed back to the overworld via the portal he’d just been abusing.

There was a weird cracking noise. Not unlike crackling glass.

“What’s-” Star began.

“She’s coming out!” Vinyl yelped.

There was the sound of somethings hitting the tub.

“I got her- Ugh… she’s gooey… It’ll be a sec, gonna wash her off, maybe spray off the remaining goop.” Vinyl announced, before the sound of the door shutting echoed down the hallway, quickly followed by the sound of the shower.

“Well, at least that worked,” Weave commented. “So. You all are going to throw me under the bus about who did the villager terrorizing the moment Chrys comes into the room aren’t you?”

“What villager terrorizing? They spawned there.” Star smirked at him.

“I’ll go help out a bit.” Octavia said as she trotted past Scoots and into the hallway.

There was a knock. “Vinyl? Chrys? I’m-” The door opened. “Goodness! She’s adorable!” The door slammed.

“Oh dear,” the stallion chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I’m not diabetic, I think a cute Chrys is going to make weaker ponies faint in the knees.”

“I’ve seen cute. She’ll be nothing.” Scoots rolled her eyes.

“Well, they might be a bit.” Star shrugged. “Also valid, but what’s the plan now. Want to make that convenient door?”

“Oh, sure. I can do that. Let me just scrounge up the supplies and...Hmm. Gonna need to build it into the walls here, but it’s doable.” Weave stuck his tongue out for a few minutes as he built a door out of iron blocks into the wall surrounding their base. When he was done, a push of a button opened the three by three piston doorway, and another button on the other side closed it.

“Oooo very nice.” Star nodded.

“Talk engineering to me baby, how’s that work.” Scoots nuzzled the top of his head.

“One input gets turned into lots of outputs,” the stallion explained. “All of them timed with clever redstone devices to delay the signal until the next block is out of the way. The center block is the tricky one to get rid of, but perfectly doable with a simple double piston setup. The tricky part is making sure the starting inputs on either side trigger the door the same way.”

“Soooo, wait, is redstone like coding?” Star’s brow furrowed.

“No, redstone is harder than coding, because coding isn’t ruined by running water,” Weave countered.

“Well fuck…. Dig under the water.” Star replied.

“This is why most redstone devices aren’t built near water,” the stallion nodded sagely. “Though I have heard of crazy ponies who make water elevators that change whether they shoot you up or pull you down with redstone.”

“Excuse me, what?” Star blinked.

“Now that, I wanna hear about.” Scoots chuckled, trotting around to sit on the arm of the couch.

“Basically, if you build a column of water, contained in something like glass, and put a block of soul sand at the bottom, it’ll turn into an elevator that shoots you to the top,” the stallion explained. “The reverse happens if there’s a block of magma at the bottom, it’ll suck you down into the bottom.”

“Well that’s interesting.” Scoots said with a hum.

“Yeah, it’s the fastest way to move up and down that doesn’t involve jumping off of something or taking flight,” Weave nodded. “Perfect for use in bases to go up or down a whole lot of space at once.”

“Useful for a place that’s high off the ground.” Star commented.

“That too, it’s a rocket conserver, for those of us with wings,” the stallion added.

“Ah.”

“Okay, we’re coming out.” Octavia announced. And the mare did, though she was slightly splattered with water. Vinyl trotted out slowly with… a changeling drone leaning against her.

Chrys was now smaller. Significantly smaller. She was probably shorter than everypony else here. Bright blue eyes with a small white light (indicating her iris) blinked sleepily. She was small, and holey, and… her large fangs were revealed as she yawned. Her wings buzzed a little bit, as if to dry off the excess water.

“Hey Chrys.” Star said softly.

“M’hmmm…” Chrys hummed, clearly out of it. Vinyl helped her up onto the couch, before hopping up herself so the bug could nestle into the mare’s side. Octavia trotted over and sat a glass of water down for the small bug.

“Hey there lovebug,” the stallion teased. “Look at you. So much smaller and cuter. I bet you could get away with anything with a practiced innocent face.”

“Mmm’maybe.” Chrys nodded slowly.

“It’s like she just came out of surgery.” Scoots commented.

“She did, in a manner.” Octavia sat in front of the couch, right in front of Chrys, as if she was being protective.

“What we need now is a photo of her, so we can inform people of how cute she is,” Weave commented.

“Someone get a camera.” Vinyl said quickly.

“I don’ really care.” Chrys yawned again.

“Got it.” Scoots trotted into Weave’s room.

“Iron, check. Door, check. Beacon, next task, so that I can get slime. Then…” The stallion hummed. “I think I’ll make some automatic farms.”

“How’s things?” Chrys blinked at the TV. “Wait… are those villagers? Why are those villagers up there? What did you do?” She waved a hoof at the TV.

“Put a zombie in a minecart in their line of sight so that they keep getting scared into making an iron golem, which gets flushed down the central drain into a lava deathtrap,” Weave said, letting her see how it worked. “The iron it drops on death gets put into a series of hoppers and collected into a chest. I have plans to turn the poppies into bonemeal with a composter.”

“What…?” Chrys blinked slowly. “Can’t brain… Can’t brain for Minecraft.”

“It’s okay. You can just chill.” Vinyl patted the bug’s head.

“Weren’t we going to watch bad movies when she woke up?” Octavia asked, raising a brow at Weave.

“Oh, so we were,” Weave nodded. “Let me just...ta-da. One beacon crafted. I’ll close it down and we can put on the video garbage.” He pushed a few buttons and turned off the game, before switching it over to the disc reader. “Huzzah. Now, you all pick what you want to watch, I’m gonna go make those mushrooms.”