Bunnymund (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bringinghopewithme) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
goneawayworld2020-12-12 02:25 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in goneawayworld2020-12-12 02:25 pm
Entry tags:
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
Ah, strewth. It's time for THAT conversation. Well, it was inevitable.]
G'day, mate.
[He does Kenzie the diligence of facing her, turning away from his work to have this conversation.]
Reckon this is a while in comin', you bein' a wolf, me bein' a rabbit, us bein' on the same team. How you farin' today?
[She may not be a child anymore - by her standards, almost not by his - but who hates to be asked how they're doing?]
no subject
I've dealt with spirits of prey creatures before.
[ It's said defensively, as if warding off some accusation of misunderstanding or lack of comprehension. ]
Caribou guided my pack.
[ Another pause. Right. He asked a question. Her hands are shoved deep in the pockets of her jumpsuit for lack of anything else to do. ]
I'm okay, I guess.
no subject
[she's awfully defensive awfully fast and that is making him think real hard about just jumping into 'hey I got dragged through your memories and I know you got a lot of missing loved ones.' He sure wouldn't want his invaded past announced that way.]
Hey - I grew that bonsai orange I said I was gonna make for ya. A few, actually, wasn't sure which variety was your favorite. You hungry?
no subject
[ She fidgeted. Here was this children's character that was kind and thoughtful and good. The things she wasn't. For some reason just standing here made her itch. ]
...Oh, yeah. I could eat something.
[ She won't turn down fresh fruit, though. ]