voidtreckerexpress | Greening up the Greenhouse

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Greening up the Greenhouse

Who: Persephone (Open)
Where: Greenhouse mostly
When: Month Egret. Day 21
What: Perse has a bad morning and decides to be productive to make herself feel better
Warnings: None so far

OOC: Feel free to reply to any part of this, in the cabin or before she starts planting

She's spent longer on this train now than she'd been in Olympus. It doesn't really feel possible that it all happened in such a short time. It feels even less possible that she could be here months. Years? She stays curled up in her bunk that morning, staring at the wall. Crying maybe. A little. She's already had her birthday on here. What more is she missing at home? Nothing, because time doesn't move there like everyone said, or has Artemis been looking for her desperately. Would she have told her mom? Would Hades notice if she stoppped showing up to the internship?

Generally speaking, it's a bad morning. She drifts to a late breakfast and finally ends up in the greenhouse. There's a long moment where she wants to tear it all down. Her fists clench at the sight of her inane roses, her eyes fill red at the reminder that the greenhouse came with her arrival. She wants to break the walls, tear down the roses, claw up the burgeoning growth, destroy the smells and sights that remind her of her home, of her dreams. But she takes a deep breath. Hands relax, her eyes clear. Put into work. Wrath isn't helping anyone.

She sifts through the seeds, picking out ones for vegetables and fruits, leaving the ones for more decorative things to the side. Plenty of people have used this place for flowers. Herself included. Carefully, she trails one set of seeds in a thin line along the edge of a raised bed and covered them with soil. With a hand to the soil, she takes a deep breath and with a soft pink glow, plants curl up and out, unwinding leaves and blossoming. It continues until the blossoms fall and red strawberries hang fat and glistening. She picks one and holds it in her teeth as she stands to start the process all over.

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"That's literally what I was trying to do when you--" She stops, takes a deep breath and stalks over to the bulbs and seeds. Onions maybe, or garlic. Gods she misses olives.

"I am well versed in the need to keep moving forward and not let things get me down." Her voice now is stilted with the need to be polite about it. She's not letting him work her into a rant or worse.

"You looked pretty gotten-to to me right there." And he was definitely getting to her. Without even trying, which was pretty weird. And actually a little annoying, since he actually kind of didn't want to. "Seriously, what's eating you?"

"Nothing is eating me."

Garlic, then onions. She scoops up an armful and moves to an empty plot. Glancing at him from beneath her bangs, she shrugs.

"I'm tired of being stuck. Aren't you?"

"Heh. Before I was here, I got stuck in Heaven, believe it or not. All sorts of people showing up from all over and getting stuck in the role of gods. If I'm speaking honestly, it's all pretty old hat by now."

He wouldn't admit, even to himself, that he missed the place a little. That wasn't permissible.

"I guess you can get used to anything, with enough time."

But she's festering. Already did the trapped thing in her life, just less literal than this. She's not made to be kept in a cage. She starts digging shallow holes.

"I should be home. I'd even take the mortal world, I could be bringing in spring."

"There's a difference between being used to something and accepting that's how it is for the moment." No, Zetta was not used to being a book. He had time on his side there, of course; only a fraction of his life had been spent as one, even if it had been years now. But he lived the limitations every damn day.

A bit curious, he had his minion bring him closer so he could peer over at what she was doing. "Spring goddess, huh? That fits."

Mn. She nods slowly to that. There is a difference.

"Well it is what I do. What I was born to do. Bring in the spring. I was going to university, so I wasn't going to be home to do it anyways. So here we are."

Persephone covers up a bulb and holds her hand above it. Pink light almost sparkles, and a thin green stalk sprouts forth and the ground below lifts upwards with growth.

"Seems to me like you could whip up a pretty kickass spring in here. Small, but better than nothing, right?"

The idea of a god attending school didn't faze him at all. After all, Evil Academy took up an entire Netherworld of its own, didn't it?

"I'm sure I could but this is not my spring. I imagine this is what my mom's spring is like. Neat, orderly, carefully controlled." She remembers what she heard about her mom's sort of spring. Measure it with a ruler sounds about right.

"Maybe one day I'll show you what my spring is like. But this isn't my space to do things like that."

"Sure it is! Who's stopping you?" The way she described it, he wanted to see it all the more! Who wants neat and orderly? "Or hell, come over to the garden car. That's mine, and I'll let you use it."

"Just because I claimed it before you doesn't me I have rule over it. It's not actually mine, it's just not yours."

She shoots him a look, eyebrows raised but with a hint of a smile. Beneath her hands, her power flows out and along the line, onions and garlic sprouting up and into thin long stalks. She pulls back before they bloom, but one or two start to bud up.

"Shoot--and the garden car isn't actually for a garden. It's all rocks and things."

"Look. No one's going to care. They like the rose thing you did, didn't they? Cut loose and bring some spring to the train, it needs it."

This was a pretty sissy argument for him to be making, in his opinion, but Zetta would argue that getting her to do her thing was purely selfish and greedy so it was okay for him to fake caring about others to convince her!

Oh someone would care. She's sure of it. If only because it would make this room less useful or less easy to pass through.

"I'll do something big next time we're on a world, how about that? We don't need a meadow in the greenhouse."

The book scowled. "Hmph. See, this is what I was saying about kicking the mood's ass. Sometimes you just gotta do something for you."

"Oh! You're very right."

With a twist of her hand, a rose bush bursts from the ground at his minions feet, curling up, over, and around him. The rose petals precisely match his cover.

"Oh har har," said the tome from somewhere within that bramble. "I'm filing this one away under 'why you should never try to help someone'.?

I thought you wanted me to do something spring-like. Nothing more spring than roses.

Well, at least she seemed a little cheered-up now.

"I miss my Netherworld, and its sensible zones of different climate wedged together in a bizarre patchwork."

"That sounds like a nightmare. Why don't your climates make sense?"

She's leaving him to stew in his rose prison for a while. Time to conjure up some herbs.

"Those DO make sense!" What kind of a question was that? And no, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of complaining about the roses (at this precise second). "It's a Netherworld."

"We don't have a Netherworld. And our climates tend be fairly uniform throughout. You know, changing depending on where they are."

She pokes a finger into the dirt and ponders. Then pulls back to show off a few quickly growing bunches of parsley. They sway as she stops, still moving with the sudden weight and effort of new growth.

"Even in the mortal world. We have an Underworld, where mortal go when they die."

Hmm. She's a vegetarian, isn't she? Zetta had to ponder that -- was that actually weird, when her powers focused on growing plants?

"Oh, there's one SOMEWHERE in your universe. Universes are pretty big things after all. I'm not surprised Seedle's got his fingers in your place, though."

"I am almost positive there isn't. If there was, the Titans or the gods would have found something somewhere. It wouldn't be unknown."

She pulls back quickly enough that nothing goes to flower yet, but there's a few buds forming. It'll go to seed in a few weeks.

"Who's Seedle?"

Okay, minus points for not believing the Netherworld exists. "Ruler of the Underworld. Kind of sucks." No real acrimony in that, Zetta just thought Seedle wasn't any fun at all.

"Not in my world. Hades is King of the Underworld and he certainly doesn't suck."

Defensive Persephone is defensive. She sits back on her heels and gives him a Look.

"Some things are not universal, y'know."

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