Submission (#6469) Approved

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After finding out that the strange happenings going on around were caused by none other than terras (albeit a very new subtype of terra not ever really recorded previously), Caustic was incredibly disappointed and miffed that he hadn’t made the discovery of the century. So, Haze decided to take him to the playfair some other terras had been chatting about. Though, shortly after arriving they met some of these new planetary terras. Lydia, and a small child named junior (and by small, he was about a 10-foot-tall toddler). Of course, the two researchers had to chat with them, learn more about planetary terras and what the two were up to. Essentially their parents dropped them off on this planet, and Lydia was tasked with creating more of the subtype and watching her kid brother Junior.
Of course, kinda hard to do both at once especially at a busy fair, so Haze and Caustic offered to assist with literally anything at all (Mostly because Caustic was nosy about what they were up to). Haze was tasked with helping Lydia collect materials along with repairing her tech, while Caustic went with Junior to explore the playfair. Haze offered to bring some spare parts from their field lab, Lydia agreed and he returned about 30 minutes later with a box of junk.
“Lydia!” He called out as he approached her tent (well, one of her tents). “I’ve returned. Found some stuff we haven’t really found a use for! …and some stuff I don’t think caustic will notice is missing.” That last part he mumbled to himself.
“Huh? Oh Haze, right?” She spoke as she came outside, hands and attention busy with a notebook and pencil. “Just put it over there with the other spare parts some of the other locals brought.”
Haze gave a quick nod to show he was listening and placed the box of junk near the other boxes of junk. If Caustic were the one tasked with this instead, he knew the microbe would immediately get distracted rifling through said boxes of junk. Good thing they put him on child duty. He could faintly hear Caustic laughing and having fun with the rides in the distance. Haze questioned how that terra was as loud as he was.
“Haze? Hello? Anyone home?” Lydia waved the hand holding the pencil in front of his visor.
“Sorry got lost in thought for a moment. What did you need?” Haze replied.
“We’re going to start rewiring part of my satellite, and I need you to pass things.”
“Got it.”