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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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"Could be better, could be worse," she says philosophically. "I almost got a reasonable amount of sleep last night, which is always a plus."
Nightmares suck. Stacia's had them every night since her First Change, her time under Raphael's protection excepted. She's got a magical blanket back home that helps, but it didn't come with her. She wonders if the Stuff or whatever is leaving them the little gifts like her key takes requests.
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[Bunny herds Stacia over to an empty planter with a paw on her back. It was intended for a few poinsettias, but this is far more important. Concentrating, he holds his paw over the planter and -]
I'll grow some full batches of each, but this should get you through a few nights.
[short chamomile blankets the pot, with shoots of lemongrass and lavender and spearmint growing up at opposite triangles of the pot. In the center grows a valerian, and Bunny uproots it first, letting the others grow a little taller as he breaks off pieces of the root and lays them out in a banana leaf.]
You'll wanna wash the root before you use it, but break up one of those pieces into a cup with a leaf packet of other herbs and pour boiling water on it. The tea will help you sleep. But be careful with it - I haven't given these herbs to a werewolf before, so let me know if they don't work as intended.
[he plucks the rest of the herbs off into other little banana leaf packets, tying them with dried grass strings. In the end he hands Stacia five packets, enough for four nights.]
It's not dreamsand, but it's not nothing.
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Emotions are weird and kind of dumb sometimes. Stacia knows that Bunny likes her, adores her even, and trusts her enough to let her poke around in his head a little with a magic key. But for some reason, this -- Bunny gently escorting her to a pot of earth and growing sleepy-time tea for her without so much as a question about her nighttime struggles -- catches in her throat and makes the world go blurry at the edges. She dashes away the tears with the back of her wrist, more surprised by them than embarrassed, and smiles as she accepts the little packets he's prepared.
"I will," she says, a little damply. "It should be fine. Things usually affect me the same as they would any other human when I'm shaped like one. Otherwise I'd probably drink a lot more coffee than I do. But thank you."
There's a non-zero chance that "herbs magically grown by the Easter Bunny" count as "spirit awakened" anyway, even if she can't imagine going to sleep in Crinos.
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"Hey - woah -" as Stacia holds back her tears Bunny reaches out to put his paw on her back again, create a little semicircle of privacy where her vulnerability can be protected. "What's going on here?"
His empathy is already in high gear as it can be for Stacia, and her tears demand response. "Let it out if you need to," is gentler than don't cry, though he wishes she didn't have to, and can think of so many reasons why she would.
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"I don't know," she protests, the last word trailing off into a whine. "It's nothing new! Nothing's changed recently!" She bobbles the packets into one hand and clutches them to her chest, rubbing the tear tracks across her face with the other. "I'm okay, I'm just crying for no reason apparently!"