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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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Dan likes Stacia. She seems a very nice kid, with a lot of those same subtle social talents that Dan knows he has.
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But that seems to be where they're at, needing to keep several of the kids from going back to dangerous places, needing to provide a safe space for the kids to be kids a bit in this place that is unsafe in almost every way, and with a particularly challenging personality on top of it.
Not a lot of ways to make fast progress about it.
"I can arrange some supply plants in ways that give them a little more privacy, a little more warning time knowing someone's coming their way, but -"
He doesn't want to be crass, but, well. Some of 'em will use it for bonding all right.
(Adora and Catra. He's talking about Adora and Catra. Which is very sweet of them, being young and in love in a war zone, but.)
"It's gonna be hard to give them all a safe space they'll use for community reasons only."
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With everything on the Rig enclosed or monitored, but adding teen hormones in is definitely a factor.
"Although, if teenagers and the like are going to be making out anyway, maybe it's safest that they have a space that's supposed to be discreet. You know, so the Jorg don't catch on."
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Frankly, this is getting out of his wheelhouse . . . a little bit. This isn't his age group. But it's not necessarily something he has no ground to speak on.
"I can grow wormwood and I can grow Queen Anne's lace but I can't consult with a kid's doctor about administering it and that's shifty territory at best." Sure he knows the ratios to bodyweight perfectly but it's best not to underestimate how much he is not a doctor. Jorgmund seem to have selected for same-sex couples so far but -
Bunny shrugs. "Telling teenagers just not to go along with their feelings doesn't work. These are just the questions that come after also wanting them to have their own safe place. Then there's the question of how much Jorgmund is willing to punish them for any proof of activity." Bunny shakes his head. "If it makes it easier or harder for them to punish children, I can't say which it is just now."
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But it's possibly a conversation that's taking them into "meddler" territory; Bunny's right, it's possible that trying to make this space could incur blowback on the kids, and that's the last thing either of them want.