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entrancelogs2016-07-22 07:17 pm
perennialpetals) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-22 07:17 pm
[Open] Let's go in the garden...
Who: Rose Quartz and YOU ✿
Where: The gardens
When: Backdated to before the Sleeping Curse Event
Rating: G or PG is my best guess
Summary: Rose is in her element and makin' it grow, whilst trying to keep her mind off of the festered problems between her and Amethyst/Pearl.
The Story:
Of late, this particularly large and pink woman has spent most of her time keeping to the corners of the mansion and the grounds, studying the lifeforms there, both sentient and non. Rose was never one to be entirely opposed to socializing, though of late, her mind had been plagued with concern. Namely, in regard to Amethyst... and especially Pearl. There were obvious bridges burned by her choice to give birth to her son, an exchange that was paid with the price of her very existence. There was damage that she could no longer be ignorant to here in Wonderland, where -once again- she was herself and her comrades were present. There was much work to be done, and only time could begin to truly heal those wounds. Amethyst had been far more upfront about some of those issues, but Pearl? It was subdued, but Rose had no doubts that it would eventually drift to the surface.
And anticipation is an awful thing.
It was that very discomfort which initially lead to her venturing out into the gardens nightly. "Breathing" life into plants was one of Rose's handful of special powers, and helping the bushes, shrubs, and trees to grow and bloom brought a particular peace of mind and spirit. Until today, she hadn't run into anyone, simply tending to and helping the plants to sprout and rise up strong while no one was paying attention.
Today, she was doing much of the same, except this time, she was the inattentive one. A song spills from her lips as she tends to a tomato plant, and over the course of a the song, the small sprout grows tall and strong, buds opening up to reveal yellow flowers.
What a show that would be if anyone were to stumble upon the scene.
Where: The gardens
When: Backdated to before the Sleeping Curse Event
Rating: G or PG is my best guess
Summary: Rose is in her element and makin' it grow, whilst trying to keep her mind off of the festered problems between her and Amethyst/Pearl.
The Story:
Of late, this particularly large and pink woman has spent most of her time keeping to the corners of the mansion and the grounds, studying the lifeforms there, both sentient and non. Rose was never one to be entirely opposed to socializing, though of late, her mind had been plagued with concern. Namely, in regard to Amethyst... and especially Pearl. There were obvious bridges burned by her choice to give birth to her son, an exchange that was paid with the price of her very existence. There was damage that she could no longer be ignorant to here in Wonderland, where -once again- she was herself and her comrades were present. There was much work to be done, and only time could begin to truly heal those wounds. Amethyst had been far more upfront about some of those issues, but Pearl? It was subdued, but Rose had no doubts that it would eventually drift to the surface.
And anticipation is an awful thing.
It was that very discomfort which initially lead to her venturing out into the gardens nightly. "Breathing" life into plants was one of Rose's handful of special powers, and helping the bushes, shrubs, and trees to grow and bloom brought a particular peace of mind and spirit. Until today, she hadn't run into anyone, simply tending to and helping the plants to sprout and rise up strong while no one was paying attention.
Today, she was doing much of the same, except this time, she was the inattentive one. A song spills from her lips as she tends to a tomato plant, and over the course of a the song, the small sprout grows tall and strong, buds opening up to reveal yellow flowers.
What a show that would be if anyone were to stumble upon the scene.
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Curiously, she wanders over to the stranger, noting he looked remarkably similar to another monster who greeted her upon her initial arrival.
"Are you the regular groundskeeper? I hope I'm not infringing upon your garden..." She gestures to his flowers, "Or your handiwork."
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"No, I'm afraid not. I'm just an old monster who enjoys his time in the garden; helps keep me grounded." That wasn't meant to be a pun. Or maybe it was.
"I'm just tinkering around the edges, taking care of some seasonal pruning that I noticed could be done, is all."
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"Well, that's very thoughtful of you. I'm sure the groundskeepers must like having you around... assuming there are any. Are there?"
She's new enough to need to ask.
"Though, I have to admit, it's funny how gardening has changed over the millennia. Personally, I love it when plants grow as wild as their lives will let them, though this garden is so well tended, it's hard to imagine it being anything but."
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"I really don't know if there are any gardeners. Gardening has been one of my hobbies for, well, a very, very long time, although from the sound of it perhaps not quite so long as yourself."
He lowered his pruning sheers. "I assume that you are not a human, as I have not known any humans to live for... well, not for that long, certainly."
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A beat.
"We don't age," she adds on all too casually and bluntly. "That lends us lots of time to work at hobbies like gardening." Well, those free from the totalitarianism of Homeworld, which are exactly six Gems that she's aware of, including herself and her son.
"Though, I have to say... if you're the only one keeping the plants pruned, you've done a wonderful job. Everything looks so even."
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"I, too, have had much time for hobbies. Mostly gardening in my case, but also I feel that I am a fine connoisseur of teas, and some combat training as well."
He looks around at the garden. "I wish I could say this was all my handiwork, but I believe that the magic which sustains this curious place does most of the work. I suspect, although I cannot be certain, that these plants were left a bit unruly for Wonderland to give me something to with my time. Only the ruminations of an old Monster, though."