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Sue Wanda "Swan" Prescott ([info]planted_it) wrote in [info]indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-09 21:18:00

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Entry tags:!complete, 2032 08, magius, swan prescott

RP: A Garden
Characters: Swan, Magius
Time/Date: morning, August 10
Location: behind the hotel
Warnings/Rating: none
Summary: Swan starts a garden
Status: Complete



Now that the weather was relatively stable, and nothing seemed to be happening outside (though she had heard about the grief from the week prior), Swan thought it was high time she got started on her project. Jaime had helped her find some seeds, and Swan had simply smiled when Jaime didn't know whether or not they'd grow.

If she could grow corn after nuclear weapons went off, in the dark cellar beneath a store, she could make anything grow. It wouldn't be the first time she brought dead plants, dead seeds to life. This place wasn't so very different from home, but the death had happened much farther in the past, here. If it had been tended, it might have been brought to life already, but it hadn't.

Carting the seeds and a small trowel she'd found in the hardware store, Swan searched around for a place to start. Moving toward the back corner and deciding to work her way along the building, Swan crouched down and began to dig at the death earth. Once she had a hole, she rolled the dirt around in her hands, bringing the soil back to life before tucking the seeds into it. Pressing the ball of dirt back into the hole, she patted around it and moved over to repeat the process.

When things grew, they should have a respectable fruit and vegetable garden. There was some corn, some carrots, potatoes, strawberries, and even a few watermelon seeds. It would all grow, of course, and grow well, and she trusted everyone would appreciate having fresh fruit and vegetables - even when their captors saw fit not to provide it.

Swan thought that if they were here long enough, she'd look into growing things like wheat ... and maybe they could develop ways to process it. She thought that the fewer things they depended on their captors for, the better it would be for them.



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[info]thededicated
2010-08-15 03:53 am UTC (link)
He nodded, listening, liking her words, and her way of speaking. She spoke honestly, as far as he could tell, and she spoke well. "Mayhap this place can be a home away from home, for a little while, with companions true."

He nodded. He would do his best to be a friend to this lady, as much as he could.

"My home was never where I grew up, but at the Tower of High Sorcery, where I studied, and where I found myself losing my hope. Thereafter, I wandered much, until I found my sanctum's eventual home."

He chuckled, a little sadly. "It was not truly home, but it was the only place I felt alive, after that, until my last days there."

Then he had awoken, and peace had come to him, far better. He smiled a content smile for a moment, remembering that wash of content and utter harmony as he accepted the Gods of Good into his soul, and their path had woven before him.

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[info]planted_it
2010-08-15 04:46 am UTC (link)
"For a little while," she agreed softly. Here, she realized, she could maybe see Sister again. Death didn't seem to be a barrier to these people, who could pull others from any point in time. That would be nice, and she relaxed slightly at that thought.

"Josh always says home is where the heart is ... and home is people, not a place. They're all my home. Josh, and Robin, and all the people at Mary's Rest ..."Swan nibbled on a cracker as she watched him talk. He was definitely very nice, and she was glad to have met him.

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[info]thededicated
2010-08-15 05:02 am UTC (link)
He smiled a little more as he partook of the crackers, nimble fingers taking a few and eating them as he watched and listened to her.

"Maybe they will come here, though I do not wish this confinement on any. Maybe someone you can trust will come here to make this less of a prison and more of a home." He nodded to her, wanting her to know he understood some of this... and felt it himself.

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[info]planted_it
2010-08-15 05:12 am UTC (link)
Swan nodded slightly. "It seems wrong to wish this on any of them, but at the same time, what if they're going crazy with worry, wondering where I am, what's happened to me. I wish there was some way for us to tell them that we're ..."

She hesitated, because 'all right' wasn't exactly the term she wanted to use. "Alive," she finally decided on. She was alive, and comfortable, and relatively safe, but who knew when they were going to start messing with her head.

"But maybe ..." it would be nice, though horribly selfish of her to want, if Robin showed up.

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[info]thededicated
2010-08-15 05:16 am UTC (link)
"Exactly." He chuckled. "I think few will worry about me, but your friends, if anything like those I have known, will worry for such a friend as you." He smiled, and nodded at her words.

"If we could, it would be worth much effort..." He hmmmed. A moment of an idea formed, and he nursed it, to think about later.

"Alive is a good word." And he nodded again.

"And I hope, maybe, that you might find a friend here. It would be good of this place to grant some good things for us."

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[info]planted_it
2010-08-15 05:40 am UTC (link)
"People don't seem to have problems making friends here. I just ... haven't really gotten out. They seem to be ... sort of in their groups already." Or, some of them reminded her too much of people in the AoE. Like Chase. There wasn't anything good about what she'd seen of him.

"Most everyone here seems nice though. With a few ... exceptions." She really didn't like speaking poorly of people, but some of them just unnerved her.

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[info]thededicated
2010-08-15 05:44 am UTC (link)
He nodded. "Yes. I believe I have met one of those." He felt odd judging anyone and was careful and hesitant to leap to such conclusions, but... he had a bad feeling.

He sighed putting down a cracker. "I hope more good will come here. It is vastly needed."

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[info]planted_it
2010-08-15 05:51 am UTC (link)
Swan nodded and lapsed into silence as she nibbled her cracker thoughtfully. She'd work on the gardens a bit and reasoned that would probably take the rest of the day. "And yet, at the same time, I hope ... no one else comes here," she admitted softly. "I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

She smiled up to Magius once she'd finished her crackers, and she rose to toss the paper plate away before she glanced to the back door. Maybe she'd go take a little break first. "I think I'm going to go back to my room for a bit," she announced. "But it was very nice to meet and talk with you," she added, reasoning they'd be conversing again, at least over the gardens.

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[info]thededicated
2010-08-15 06:26 am UTC (link)
He nodded at her words. "It's a conundrum... a hope and a lack of hope at the same time. The work of our prison guards, no doubt."

He smiled back, then watched her.

"It was nice indeed." He rose and bowed to her. "It was a pleasure to meet a lady both honorable and honest. My thanks, milady, for the shared time and words. I hope your day is a good one."

And he hoped to see her again. Yes, indeed.

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