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» WHO? vanessa ives + you
» WHEN? through october
» WHERE? hydroponics, corridors, command deck
» WHAT? botany + information discovery
» WARNINGS? --

planting time

( vanessa starts in the hydroponics area, checking the seeds they have against the list that she'd been sent a few weeks ago. she'd been discussing various methods of how to maximise what they had and spread the various plants out across the station. vanessa was no expert but she hoped to be of some help.

she'd taken a small container with her of everything that she'd needed, looking at the planting areas scattered throughout the corridors. she worked slow but carefully. it was different to her experience in the woods, tools that she hadn't had then and even different seeds but it was a reminder of a life that here you could forget.

and she felt useful. here on this station, surrounded by technology and things that she didn't know or understand vanessa felt out of her depth. at least this job was familiar and something that, even with the passage of centuries, was something that hadn't changed )
video time

( she almost doesn't notice it. she'd been looking for so long in the library for any information that she could find, histories or details of the people that had once been here that vanessa had needed a change of scenery. the command areas aren't somewhere that vanessa often comes but she'd needed to walk somewhere almost unfamiliar.

it's why she almost misses it. she isn't paying too much attention to the consoles, walking around the room absentmindedly. the voice catches vanessa part way through the message, details of love and a feeling that she'd stepped into something incredibly private. but she can't stop listening, not as the details start pouring in. this was someone that had been living here previously and, though how personal it is, it was something that she'd been looking for. if only his words about the drive or a boost made any sense to her -- perhaps someone else could help her figure it out )

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[Jasnah comes and finds her in the greenhouse. She's carrying two cups of coffee by the handle in her freehand. Those old Rosharan habits are hard to break.

She comes up and joins her, and offers her one of the cups; stimulants to go a little longer.]

( vanessa's still never quite gotten a taste for the coffee of the station but compared to nothing it does still help. she offers her friend a smile as she takes the cup from her )

Do you know much about plants?

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Not ones from your planet. They don't move at all.

[She complains, idly.]

Your plants move?

( this is new and a little surprising )

How?

The same way people or animals do, I would imagine.

They're stupider, but they sense vibration in the ground or the wind picking up, and retreat to survive the storm. Trees lay flat to the ground, tendrils or leaves retract into rockbuds. Grass slips back into their shafts.

I've told you about the stormwall?

I don't believe so.

( or perhaps she had. there had been so much that had happened lately that hopefully jasnah could forget if she didn't remember it immediately.

vanessa beckons her to sit, having a drink of the coffee )

[Marina likes it here, among all the technology. Admittedly, less so this month when things seem to have the chance to twist and warp around her, but it's still a place she frequents.

She comes into the room while--something--is playing, and looks over at the other woman here with curiosity--it doesn't sound like the devil, and it's certainly not static, so--]

What is that from?

( though vanessa doesn't say anything there's a definite pause, a hesitation as she looks at marina. she's never seen anything or anyone like her, though she's too polite to draw particular attention to it with a comment )

I'm not certain. ( and she isn't. though vanessa knows the video is coming from a terminal she doesn't know why it's suddenly playing -- she didn't activate it and she's not familiar with technology at all ) It started after I walked passed the machine. The man seemed to be talking to someone he cared for.

[Marina approaches the machine in question, leaning over to use the touch screen.] Maybe it was a proximity thing. I wonder if we can get it to play again...

[She's familiar with technology, so seeing if there's something there to replay shouldn't be a problem.]

[ botany has changed over the centuries, but the idea of it hasn't changed at all. ultimately, nature hasn't changed much, only humanity's view on things and knowledge of it.

prax - not looking quite the way he used to - spends most of his time in the hydroponics area as well. especially now that everyone from his world is gone, he doesn't see much reason to leave anymore. he's looking like one of the plants himself, almost: skin of his face carrying a greenish hue, that of his hands firm, rough like bark, roots where his feet should be and small leaves growing from his hair. a tree as much as a man, now.

he feels steadier for it, but he realises not everyone appreciates his new look, so he clears his throat long before he approaches vanessa. ]

Hello.

( it's easy to note the difference in the man when his appearance seems to be similar to his work than it had been the last time that vanessa had seen him. she hadn't gotten to know him too well, speaking with him more regarding their work than anything else, but she had at least gotten a pleasant thought about him.

it's why, and because she's too polite, vanessa doesn't offer any comment on how he looks, giving him simply a customary nod in greeting )

Good day. I've been looking over the lists that you sent me.

Have you been making progress?

[ he's glad for the lack of comment; his conversation with jasnah had rattled him a bit. it's why his smile is tinged with gratefulness. his question isn't that of a superior asking an employee, but of an equal checking in on someone else, genuinely curious and a little hopeful.

this is, after all, something he knows and something he knows they can control. with control stripped from them in so many other ways, this is a safe haven. ]

I hope so. We have enough seeds that we can distribute what there is around the station, ensuring that there is a variety in each section.

( whether or not they then had enough people that would be able to look after them was a different matter but once plans were made they may be able to get on to that part )

I've been working on a plan. [ what plants go well together, that kind of thing. ] I'll share it with you once it's done?

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