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voidtreckerexpress2020-07-05 03:02 pm
springforth) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-07-05 03:02 pm
OTA
Who: Persephone; OTA
Where: Greenhouse/Kitchen/Garden
When: Grasshopper Day 2 into Day 3
What: Insomnia turns into midnight gardening and baking followed by a quiet thorn tantrum
Warnings: Will add if needed
A. Greenhouse
It's getting a little crowded in the greenhouse, if Persephone is being honest. Between everyone's little patches of growth and the roses--and everything, it feels a little like being at home. But not in the good way? In the worst way possible? Surrounded by beings and plants at all hours of the day and night. Even in the middle of the night, when she can't sleep, there's still people walking and talking, wandering about or popping into the greenhouse. There's something new here all the time as people add things from the stores or the pile of seeds from the crates. She's guilty of adding new things herself.
Still, the middle of the night is the easiest time to work on the life here without having to dodge a dozen people as she walks around. She walks from plant to plant, touching them sometimes, merely holding her hand over them as a fizzing pink light shifts over them. Her feelings are held tight inside her, bubbling and boiling up in little fits of thorns sharpening on the roses or flowers bursting into seed. But she keeps it off her face. There's no point in this anxious frustration. Nothing will change.
Persephone moves through the car and the flower bloom brighter in her wake.
B. Kitchen Car
Sleep still isn't coming tonight. So--why not work on breakfast? Why not start the bread (made with carrot juice for color)? Why not waste two hours on making little eggplant tarts, with delicate herbs sprinkle on top? Making the food she wants to eat is part of the joy of having kitchen duties this month. With a note left on the tarts to mark them as vegetarian, Persephone hefts herself up on a metal counter. Her legs swing as she eats two tiny tarts in quick succession, then slows down to savor the third. If someone does come in, she pulls up a hesitant smile, vaguely annoyed at her solitude being intruded upon.
"Try one, they're delicious. If you like eggplant, of course."
C. Garden Car
It's no longer the middle of the night. It's mid-morning and everyone else seems to be happily knee deep in their morning routines. Persephone had laid on her bunk for an hour, waiting out the rush of people moving through the corridors. She moves to the greenhouse and waits again until there's no one she can see in the garden and she walks in. There's hardly any space left in the greenhouse, hardly any space to breathe anywhere on this gods forsaken train. Her hands curl up into tiny fists, then slowly uncurl. But no one appears to calm her down or talk her out of the fit of--not claustrophobia, because she would take the tiniest spot if it was truly hers.
So--why not make a spot for herself? The car doesn't belong to her--doesn't actually belong to Zetta really if you get down to it.For all that she accepts that it's his and he accepts that the greenhouse is her, she's never really given that any weight. Besides, it's not like he would care, right? If he did, well... She floats over the little streams and to a flat portion of the wall. There-- as she stands facing the void, roses curl up, up and over her, in a domed mimic of a room, twisting around each other for strength. The roses face in, the thorns face out, and even if it's just small enough for her to stand and sit in, it's enough. It's bound to get attention at some point, but she grows the thorns extra thick and tries her best not to feel guilty about it. Then and only then does she doze off against the glass.
Where: Greenhouse/Kitchen/Garden
When: Grasshopper Day 2 into Day 3
What: Insomnia turns into midnight gardening and baking followed by a quiet thorn tantrum
Warnings: Will add if needed
A. Greenhouse
It's getting a little crowded in the greenhouse, if Persephone is being honest. Between everyone's little patches of growth and the roses--and everything, it feels a little like being at home. But not in the good way? In the worst way possible? Surrounded by beings and plants at all hours of the day and night. Even in the middle of the night, when she can't sleep, there's still people walking and talking, wandering about or popping into the greenhouse. There's something new here all the time as people add things from the stores or the pile of seeds from the crates. She's guilty of adding new things herself.
Still, the middle of the night is the easiest time to work on the life here without having to dodge a dozen people as she walks around. She walks from plant to plant, touching them sometimes, merely holding her hand over them as a fizzing pink light shifts over them. Her feelings are held tight inside her, bubbling and boiling up in little fits of thorns sharpening on the roses or flowers bursting into seed. But she keeps it off her face. There's no point in this anxious frustration. Nothing will change.
Persephone moves through the car and the flower bloom brighter in her wake.
B. Kitchen Car
Sleep still isn't coming tonight. So--why not work on breakfast? Why not start the bread (made with carrot juice for color)? Why not waste two hours on making little eggplant tarts, with delicate herbs sprinkle on top? Making the food she wants to eat is part of the joy of having kitchen duties this month. With a note left on the tarts to mark them as vegetarian, Persephone hefts herself up on a metal counter. Her legs swing as she eats two tiny tarts in quick succession, then slows down to savor the third. If someone does come in, she pulls up a hesitant smile, vaguely annoyed at her solitude being intruded upon.
"Try one, they're delicious. If you like eggplant, of course."
C. Garden Car
It's no longer the middle of the night. It's mid-morning and everyone else seems to be happily knee deep in their morning routines. Persephone had laid on her bunk for an hour, waiting out the rush of people moving through the corridors. She moves to the greenhouse and waits again until there's no one she can see in the garden and she walks in. There's hardly any space left in the greenhouse, hardly any space to breathe anywhere on this gods forsaken train. Her hands curl up into tiny fists, then slowly uncurl. But no one appears to calm her down or talk her out of the fit of--not claustrophobia, because she would take the tiniest spot if it was truly hers.
So--why not make a spot for herself? The car doesn't belong to her--doesn't actually belong to Zetta really if you get down to it.For all that she accepts that it's his and he accepts that the greenhouse is her, she's never really given that any weight. Besides, it's not like he would care, right? If he did, well... She floats over the little streams and to a flat portion of the wall. There-- as she stands facing the void, roses curl up, up and over her, in a domed mimic of a room, twisting around each other for strength. The roses face in, the thorns face out, and even if it's just small enough for her to stand and sit in, it's enough. It's bound to get attention at some point, but she grows the thorns extra thick and tries her best not to feel guilty about it. Then and only then does she doze off against the glass.
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"You know vines aren't actually comfortable to sleep on. You want grass for that." She pauses, a drawn out moment as she wipes at her face. "I shouldn't stay here. You should go and I'll leave and we'll pretend this didn't happen."
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"I don't know what you can do with vines! I figured you could make them comfy somehow. Also, stop doing that thing where your feelings don't matter. You want to be alone, be alone! Just be COMFY about it instead of all balled up in a ball!"
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Well shehad calmed down a little.
"I--I can't just stay here though. I'm going to get noticed again and then someone will come poke me like you did and I'll have to have this fight all over again, except I won't even feel like I can yell at them!"
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That was so easy and obvious he didn't know why she didn't think of it and ask, except that she was stubborn and he supposed he didn't exactly come off as easy to ask a favor of.
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"I can't, it's stupid. I shouldn't need guard prinnies to be alone somewhere. And I shouldn't be making thorn walls to be alone either. I'm--" she bites it back, turning to look at her reflection again. Just a child whining because she can't get her way.
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"Having trouble because you're stuck on a stupid crowded train with no privacy, feeling trapped and really frustrated, away from a big world that you can do springy stuff in, to start?"
Was that it?
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"Yes."
She glares at the void. On top of everything else, she's predictable.
"Even missions are crowded. I haven't been properly alone in months. You know, I used to be able to sit under a tree and do homework and research for hours and no one would bother me. I had finally gotten somewhere I could be alone and then--here! Where even at night, I run into people left and right! I can't cook without someone there, can't have a room to myself, can't sleep in a bed without the sounds of someone nearby. I thought I had gotten away from having someone in my space all the time--I loved the nymphs but gods I was ready to have time apart. And now I'm stuck--again."
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If Zetta weren't a book, this was where he'd drop to a seat out there, lean back against the thorns, stab himself, curse a lot, and probably bleed. But all he could do was settle himself in midair.
"At least back in the Far Shore I had a decent castle, even if I was still stuck as a book then. It wasn't a proper Overlord's castle, but it was big and it was mine and I had a game room and a throne room... Here I'm stuck with the minions all the time, and they're idiots. And you know what it's like to get sucked away to the assigned bed every damn morning. It all sucks. So I totally get it."
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"I hate it. Yeah, I'm not being held to all the impossible standards of home, I'm free of the people I never want to be around, but I'm still just as trapped." She gestures to the rose bush, "And the only way to get away from anyone is to wall myself off. Can't even use the quiet cars, they're full of people."
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Zetta wasn't capable of expressing things like 'concern' or 'worry' or 'caring', of course. Read between the lines, though...
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Persephone tucks back her hair, which has somehow remained miraculously short during this whole incident. Someone has to learn control at some point. Might as well be her.
"I'll get rid of all of these roses later, I promise. I just--I haven't actually slept yet?"
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"You really can be sweet when you want. I thought you'd be annoyed I was here. Just no room in the greenhouse."
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In some ways, the greatest gift a person could get from Zetta was tolerance. It took so little effort compared to all the energy he usually poured into things!
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When she's awoke, this is going to be so embarrassing. Just the worst. But for now, she curls up tight and naps. Maybe this will all be better on the other side.