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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.
no subject
[Bunny did a cursory sniff before answering, but that cursory sniff turned into multiple that were not cursory in the slightest.]
Sorry to say I ain't familiar with your kind. How about we introduce ourselves?
[The respectful distance Bunny chooses is about six feet apart. Seems enough for him to react to.]
I'm the Easter Bunny. And you are?
no subject
He opts not to cross any of that distance, the better to preserve goodwill. ]
My name is Data. I am an android. And I am typically amenable to questions, personal or otherwise.
[ He tilts his head. ]
It is safe to say that I am likewise not familiar with your kind. I believe in my reality, the title of 'Easter Bunny' is relegated only to human mythology. A fictional construct to entice the creativity and imagination of developing minds. I suppose now I must question if it holds a theoretical basis in fact after all.
[ Some strange ritualization of a chance alien encounter in pre-industrial times. Intriguing, if true. ]
no subject
Ah, that explains it. Never had a head for mechanics but I don't think anyone's gotten too advanced with robots in my present. What time are you from?
[Data seems real ... personlike, in his mannerisms and even his body language, which is unexpected to him regarding a machine, but hey, surely he'll see stranger things in his time.]
Yeah that's me, I'm the myth. Kids stop believing in me once they're grown up enough not to need my gifts. [It's probably not what Data expects to hear, probably not something he expects to match up with his own history, but Bunny does wonder briefly if Jorgmund could take individuals from his universe's future -] I can tell you a lot of worlds just have my myth, though. If I exist in some of the worlds people here are being taken from it's . . . [at a reduced capacity. Tragically so, often, given the trauma to children some of his crewmates can cite from their homes.] Not as I exist in mine.
no subject
[ A unique being: the polite form of "alone."
He's loving (in his way) this fresh opportunity to talk to a probably-purely-mythical-to-his-reality figure, though. It's like human culture extra credit. If, well, a bit niche in terms of religious alignment for the most part. Human history is like that. The questions to ask growth is exponential. ]
How do you become aware of a child's transition from requiring your gifts to moving beyond them? If they are accustomed to receiving them from you, do they not-- simply continue in that belief based on past evidence?