[The video flickers on to the inside of the greenhouse. Most of the plants have been put back after the snow storm. There are panes of glass that are cracked, some altogether gone and replaced by squares of tarp or cloth
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can be commentlog or over the device; I leave it up to youbetrayedbladeFebruary 28 2010, 02:42:18 UTC
It is... looking much better than I had anticipated... [It is apparent from his breathy speech that he is awed by how well the greenhouse has turned out since the last time he saw it--before the storm really hit. He is caught between staring at the plants and wondering what sort of unknown performance that was just now.]
[Comment log]sing_nonomoriFebruary 28 2010, 03:42:41 UTC
Se ya.
[Her brow furrows as she tries to put in words, but the language she was born with didn't translate well to English aftera certain point. One idea could be explained in a few sentences. How did you explain the existence of a thing without a conscious? How one could understand its pulse and cycles?]
I... open them. Part of them. They do not think like human. They do not think at all. But they respond. Sound, light, warmth, water, soil...
[commentlog] l-late D:;torchickedMarch 4 2010, 17:12:34 UTC
[Now that the weather's calmed down, this little piggy alien has taken to wandering around the city a bit more, despite the cold -- he considers a sweater, a cape and leggings quite sufficient cover against the cold, thank you, the rest will be taken care of by the mind over matter thing.
It doesn't help that he's naturally restless and resistant to being cooped up; as a result he's even more of a roofstalker than usual, which is how he ended up on Mariner's this time around. The city never looks any less dreary and dead from any angle--
The greenhouse had intrigued him, though -- notably because it was neither dead nor colorless. The sudden flashes of light from that direction had just heightened the curiosity. He now approaches with some caution, looking in at the door to see what's afoot.]
[commentlog] 'sup? ~hands some chips and dip~sing_nonomoriMarch 7 2010, 14:31:12 UTC
The occasional crackle of light soon stopped. The greenhouse was quiet, but there was an air of restlessness, like that moment between sleep and waking, only drawn out. The feeling, the pulse of life itself was strong in the greenhouse, and Yorda was taking a bit of a rest now, just watering the plants. The inside was considerably warmer than the world outside, due to several oil drums that had been cleverly constructed into wood-burning heaters
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[commentlog] ;3; not getting any notifs soooob /munchsobtorchickedMarch 9 2010, 23:11:51 UTC
The chip had made him, for all intents and purposes, human (he hated it, with a constancy that was beginning to dull everything else), but even so the air of the greenhouse, damp and hot though it was, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
There had been power used here; power as unfamiliar as what the humanoid girlthing seemed to be greeting him with, that nevertheless tickled something at the back of his mind.
It was the warmth that decided things, more than his curiosity and the familiar irritating alienness of the girl and her garden; Lafayel shut the door behind him to keep out the draft, keeping his eyes on the girl.
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Se ya.
[She turns to him, beaming happily.]
Spring is come so I wake them early.
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Wake them early? You can force the plants 'awake'?
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[Her brow furrows as she tries to put in words, but the language she was born with didn't translate well to English aftera certain point. One idea could be explained in a few sentences. How did you explain the existence of a thing without a conscious? How one could understand its pulse and cycles?]
I... open them. Part of them. They do not think like human. They do not think at all. But they respond. Sound, light, warmth, water, soil...
[She smiles and sits beside him.]
Not all thing think the same way.
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It doesn't help that he's naturally restless and resistant to being cooped up; as a result he's even more of a roofstalker than usual, which is how he ended up on Mariner's this time around. The city never looks any less dreary and dead from any angle--
The greenhouse had intrigued him, though -- notably because it was neither dead nor colorless. The sudden flashes of light from that direction had just heightened the curiosity. He now approaches with some caution, looking in at the door to see what's afoot.]
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There had been power used here; power as unfamiliar as what the humanoid girlthing seemed to be greeting him with, that nevertheless tickled something at the back of his mind.
It was the warmth that decided things, more than his curiosity and the familiar irritating alienness of the girl and her garden; Lafayel shut the door behind him to keep out the draft, keeping his eyes on the girl.
"I don't speak that."
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The last sentence seemed more to herself than anything. But she looked up again and she was smiling.
"Is there food you need? I can show you what is ready to be pick and eat if you are not knowing plant well."
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