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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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"Yeah, I could arrange that," Bunny says, scratching his neck. "What do you want in it?"
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He pauses, then inclines his head.
"Though actually, ah, it does sound good. But I don't suppose there are bacon bits available."
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"I'm the Easter Bunny," he clarifies, just to remind Ian that gifting mortals is not a small part of his reputation. "What did you expect me to be, on the stingy side? But to tell you the truth I wouldn't know what to do with a side of bacon if you slapped me with it."
There aren't exactly any hog wallows in this garden. And he doesn't exactly eat meat.
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"I wouldn't want to take someone else's share, that's all," he says. "And yes, I thought the chances were low there would be bacon."
Ah, well.
"Well, as long as you're willing, I wouldn't mind a little of everything. Uh...carrot, green onion, spinach, romaine, cucumber? All that."
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Bunny jets off, and he's still slow enough to see running, but he returns with romaine and a carrot AND some green onions momentarily, like a grocery store clerk who can run 60 mph returning from a fetch quest. The rest, he -
He stamps his foot on the ground, and the spinach grows up next to a cucumber vine, which produces one full fruit and begins to wither as soon as he plucks the cucumber, adds it to the collection he holds out to Ian.
"You want a tomato too, or is that gonna offset your flavors?"
It doesn't seem to have troubled him too much, but there is a lot already grown.
"What's your skillset in return anyway, mate?"
He hasn't asked for that skillset first.
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Ian's almost surprised enough to let his jaw drop, but he manages to maintain his composure enough not to look too shocked. Instead he remains smiling, the expression shifting to something more dazzled and full of wonder.
"Tomato would be lovely, thank you," he says.
As far as skillset? "Math, mainly. I have a degree in it, but also, evidently since coming here I've become something of a human calculator."