Lord Piers has spent a good chunk of his fortune to purchase science equipment and an isolated mansion outside an Irish village. There he intends to research new scientific methods for detecting and fighting crime. His passion. Unfortunately, he soon ran into a bit of bad luck--actually, a lot of bad luck.
By now, the novelty of his condition has dimmed. Piers wants to be his old self again. (I had never meant him to be a plantsim!) Since his finances are presently strapped, he has been working on a cure for his Botanitis Minorous himself.
Piers has finally improved his science skills enough to do basic herb experiments, which is what he needs to create a Super Spice cure. But it's taking a long time to make real progress.
His lab assistant Hera has also been helping work towards a cure.
There have been hopeful results, but nothing conclusive as yet. He has followed the instructions in his botany books, but has not found the necessary extracts for his cure.
Piers continues to analyze herb samples in hopes of isolating the essential elements.
He even communed with his wonderpetals, but they had no insight to offer, just leafy grins.
Actually, the wonderpetals probably would prefer Piers stay a plantsim--one of their own species. His advanced intelligence and rootless mobility could prove invaluable for the evolution of veggie-kind.
Piers is discouraged and wanders around the mansion mumbling to himself. His restlessness is picked up by the pups, and their dreams become troubled.
Piers had wanted to further his science knowledge to fight crime. But now? The world didn't need a plantsim for a super detective. What? Apprehend criminals by smooching them with poison kisses? Never!
Piers: I am Baffled. I am Befuddled. I am utterly Bested!
Hera: Oh Piers! Really! There are cures already out there! Why wait? Let's just get you fixed up!
Piers: You mean...not create my own cure? But I should be able to do this!
Hera: It's not about whether you can do it or not, it's about time! You should be using your genius to research improved detective methods!
Piers: Hmm, maybe you're right. Though I do hate to give up.
Hera takes Piers outside to toss around a frisbee. He needed the exercise and a distraction from his worries.
Hera: Ouch! Take it easy, Piers! I can't move very well in these heels!
Piers: Just take them off!
Hera: Then I'd have to remove my stockings too.
Piers: ... Ok.
A unicorn grazes in the moonlight nearby. Does its magical appearance mean Piers' luck was about to change?
