#debukefarmhold

It seems to want to give a little grief on holding the calibration steady... but when she curses at it, it settles and locks

Footsteps "And here I thought I'd be hearing line dancing music, not cursing" Clem says

"Well, sometimes you just GOTTA." Closing up the phone.

"I Hear you..." Clem says "So, she suck you into the line dancing? "

"Well, I wasn't 'farming,' soooo...."

Clem looks amused "Victim of pro-agricultural bias again eh?"

"Right? What I do is real furkin' work, even if it ain't baling hay."

"That it is... look, if you want out, then you don't have to do it. But it's darn nice if you do. Me? I have to be unseelie to dress like she's got planned"

Clem's facial expression indicates she wishes she hadn't said the last part.

"Ha!" A laugh, then realization. "Oh, wait..."

"Don't worry, if you don't like the Daisy Dukes, she's okay with tight jeans"

"...Midriff?"

"Not mandatory.. I think. But she'll probably hope folks think it is"

Siiiiiigh.

"The things y'do for family."

"To be fair, her text books THIS year cost her about 600 dollars plus"

"So you really are saving the day"

"Well, at least Pearletta ain't in it."

"I shouldn't say this, but she's a prig." Clem sighs "And gets on my last nerve"

"Well, i won't tell."

"Thank you, so... got that phone working the way you want?"

"Lemmie see..." tappity tap, and she plays the song.

The song plays BEAUTIFULLY.... no tin echo or anything...

but then about half way through, the phone shifts and instead picks up something else...

"Oh, come ON!"

Clem says "Well, you win some you lose... "Then her brow knits

"Um..."

"no, every few years the company sends someone to try to buy the land. Theyv'e actually forbidden us from entering the property, can you believe that?"

Clem says "This sounds like a private conversation... but... I think it's about us"

"#$%W$ it is...."

"thought about making accusations of illegal cannibis growing, but from what little we can tell it's not likely they're doing it in big enough numbers to take them down..."

Clem's eyes narrow

SOmehow, Mara realizes, she has tapped into some Exectutive's phone. It has to be the big aggro a mile away. Otherwise she'd not have this clear a connection even with nocker tech

Mara scowls. "Those rat-faced silicon-suckers..."

"Right there with you," Clem says

"We have hardly any weed except Emmit's, right?"

"Well, Aunt Lizzy uses it for medicinal sometimes... " Then clem's teeth grind

"Poison? Oh, you..." the nocker starts muttering about the presumed circumstances of their lineage, involving Mao Zedong, a bonobo, and radioactive waste...

"Yeah, the DeBukes get away 'free' and don't even realize we spiked em... no, how can anyone find out? Off the books"

"Needs more radioactive waste" Clem says but other than that does not disagree

and then the music starts back up right where it left off

"&@($@(*&@$..."

"I think I'm going to bale hay soon, stabbing things with points just feels right" Clem rises then puts her hand on Mara, "Mara... I think you just saved us at the very least some major hassle with banal forces, at most you might have saved the farm."

"Well... I should be able to... some kind of barrier or filter on the water line? We have our well..."

"I was just going to set up a guard at what I thought were vulnerable points, but if you have ideas... i'd be a fool not to factor them in."

"I mean, at least something to check? Just in case they DO get through..."

"To quote a certain bald chieftain Earl's fond of 'make it so'" A nod