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goneawayworld2020-12-12 02:25 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in goneawayworld2020-12-12 02:25 pm
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Take a Trip Into My Garden
Who: Anyone who needs something in the garden, and/or a hug
What: Bunny is at work in his slice of the garden and friends are hanging out.
Where: The gardens, under the oak tree where Bunny and Gadget live.
When: Amid Christmas shenanigans.
Warnings/Notes: n/a yet
Maybe you're here because Jorgmund is a stressful place and the garden is a calm and bright and green refuge against the dingy unpleasantness of the rest of the Rig. Maybe you're here because Jorgmund is stingy with the fresh fruit and you want a snack, and sometimes the easiest thing to do is bypass the cafeteria and go to the source.
Or maybe you are just here to talk to Bunny, who is hard at work applying his plant-growing powers in his small space by the garden's only oak tree, where he sleeps in a hollow under its roots instead of in the room they assigned to him, way back when. The oak tree helps to make up for the lack of space by functioning as a hanging planter, but the rest of the space around it is still built up in stacked tiers of plants efficiently potted to support each other, the dry-loving plants lofted high to drip into the ones that like their toes wet. It's an efficient use of an incredibly small space to grow an incredible variety of magically useful and food-bearing plants.
Right now, Jorgmund has insisted he grow poinsettias en masse for the executive decor, and the inefficient use of his plot is annoying him more than usual. He's applying his power to the oak tree, adding strength to one branch to be able to hang more poinsettia planters from it, when company arrives. Or he's roaming the rest of the agriculture, evaluating that for efficiency and evidence to argue for or against the botanical tactics Jorgmund is already employing, when he comes across company.
What: Bunny is at work in his slice of the garden and friends are hanging out.
Where: The gardens, under the oak tree where Bunny and Gadget live.
When: Amid Christmas shenanigans.
Warnings/Notes: n/a yet
Maybe you're here because Jorgmund is a stressful place and the garden is a calm and bright and green refuge against the dingy unpleasantness of the rest of the Rig. Maybe you're here because Jorgmund is stingy with the fresh fruit and you want a snack, and sometimes the easiest thing to do is bypass the cafeteria and go to the source.
Or maybe you are just here to talk to Bunny, who is hard at work applying his plant-growing powers in his small space by the garden's only oak tree, where he sleeps in a hollow under its roots instead of in the room they assigned to him, way back when. The oak tree helps to make up for the lack of space by functioning as a hanging planter, but the rest of the space around it is still built up in stacked tiers of plants efficiently potted to support each other, the dry-loving plants lofted high to drip into the ones that like their toes wet. It's an efficient use of an incredibly small space to grow an incredible variety of magically useful and food-bearing plants.
Right now, Jorgmund has insisted he grow poinsettias en masse for the executive decor, and the inefficient use of his plot is annoying him more than usual. He's applying his power to the oak tree, adding strength to one branch to be able to hang more poinsettia planters from it, when company arrives. Or he's roaming the rest of the agriculture, evaluating that for efficiency and evidence to argue for or against the botanical tactics Jorgmund is already employing, when he comes across company.
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He sighs, gently running his fingers through the dirt without touching the plants. As much as he likes animals, seeing them be something other than prey bores him. He knows, however, that being treated as less than because he is 'not human human enough' is something that of course the Easter Bunny would relate to, although for different reasons from his own. He can use this to his advantage to find an improbable ally.
"Thank you for tending to this garden." he smiles softly "It's beautiful."
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Frankly he thinks the compliment is a little unwarranted. Nature is always beautiful, but his garden isn't arranged for aesthetics, it's arranged for the maximum amount of variety and yield, and the elements of the garden that aren't purely functional weren't designed by him. Some other Jorgmund landscaper signed off on those, and he frankly has opinions to share with them.
But a compliment is a compliment and it's rude to turn them aside. Plus, maybe this guy hasn't had the chance to interact with a lot of planned gardens in his life. Even though everything is looking WAY too Christmassy right now, with all the poinsettias he's hanging from the oak tree to finish maturing for the Executive wing.
"It'll look a lot better when they let me get back out of producing a monoculture." His flower bower, of roses and gardenias and violets, is looking rather underbloomed with so much attention put on the poinsettias. Bunny turns away from the oak tree and its hanging baskets, evaluating the new face. He hasn't met this one yet. "What's your favorite flower?"
Maybe someone needs to see something pretty that they haven't yet. He can keep that in mind for when his power levels are a little more freed up again.
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Youthfulness, the emotions of first love. Wisdom, hope, trust and valor. Modesty, faithfulness, humilty. It's not like those qualities, linked to the flowers he listed, are not something he possesses. Or at least used to possess. Before he even turned ten years old, he was already working on recreating emotions and studying them through his surroudings, with an almost scientific interest before he even knew about the field he was going to specialize in. There's something strange but nice about all of this. There has to be, he sensed a glimpse of pity for just tiny second.
"I simply have a fondness for beautiful things in general." he pauses briefly, dramatically even, before closing the thought to pretend he didn't plan to get into a conversation "As everyone does, for that matter."
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It's a slightly superfluous question. He's met a few things that don't particularly appreciate the beautiful, the sweet, the delicate. He hasn't met any of them HERE, but they exist - hard, angry things that like the cold, the dark, the harsh, and he'd rather not encounter any of them on his team.
"Who doesn't like a pretty thing or two?" he adds. "I got a limited amount of power, though, so if you don't pick a favorite, I'll pick one for ya. Word to the wise. Violets are always a good choice though."
He has a few already candied. Bunny leaps for his very meager supply, and plucks out a pawful of candied violets, tucking them into a banana leaf to hand over to the new face. A friendly welcome to this very unfriendly place.
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He looks down at the pretty flowers that Bunny handed him, and a mild frown appears on his face for a second as he felt that surprise at someone treating him decently and it quickly spiraled into rage inducing memories. Oh, he's not going to get pitied by a damn bunny unless it's part of his plan. Which, it is now. He slumps his posture a bit, making himself smaller.
"...But...You don't have to, really."
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Gifts are such a big part of his identity, after all.
"Don't tell me I don't get talked about where you're from, too," he says, like it's just going to annoy him for his reputation to be missing from yet another world in this apparently infinite multiverse.
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"Y'know human brains are still changing all the way up to 25, right?" he says, like it's something people say to each other all the time.
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"Of course." he gives him the fakest smile. He won't try to argue.
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It's not even at Price that he bristles at the statement. People say platitudes all the time, for one reason or another, but Price accidentally stumbled on a platitude he deeply disagrees with. So he keeps his body language directed away from Price, at a general "them" who tut about children "growing up to fast" like it's less than an individual tragedy, every time.
Rather than get bogged down thinking of the wars he's seen children give up certain soft or immature behaviors for, replace with hard and cold ones, Bunny shakes his head and begins growing yet another strawberry planet. "Anyway. This is the first time I've talked to adult humans, ah . . . "
He has to think about that, actually, pausing to do some math, then giving up on it in favor of growing the plant, driving the white flowers into red fruit.
"In a longer time than it's worth figuring out. Even the New Hire kids here are too old to have believed in me in a while. It's been interesting." He tosses Price a strawberry. "You're not allergic, are you? I'm trying a different strain, tell me what you think."
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"Have you ever met an adult that believed in you?"
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[He remembers Vic's footage from Blood Gulch: Caboose, upon discovering that Tex punched him in his sleep, had said "That was you? I thought the tooth fairy was mad at me!", but of course that could have just been Caboose being Caboose.]