08 February 2013 @ 05:34 pm
[when she woke it was like being washed up on shore after a shipwreck. Cold, and lonely. She knew, instinctively, that so much time had gone by, slipped past her, but she didn't know how. Not even a memory of darkness, just emptiness. It was different.]

[of course, there was nothing to go back to. But somehow, this place had rescued her once again.]

[with that knowledge came relief--as terrifying as the experience was, it meant that there was hope. She could always come back here. She pulled her cloak on over the white dress, pulling her knees to her chest to think.]

[there were people she needed to see. To reassure them. But she didn't quite feel well enough to walk. Thankfully, a tendril from the Vine crept up and curled gently against her wrist, nudging her. She patted it, then called up a mirror.]

[of course, faced with it, she freezes for a moment, not sure what to say.]

H--hello...I--I'm back. I think. [she tugs her hood down further over her face, embarrassed.]

(ooc: hi guys I missed you)
03 December 2012 @ 06:15 pm
[ The Pirate Queen is standing on the bow of her ship, a dark leather boot propped up on the railing, skeletons milling around her. They're loading up crates; who knows what's inside. They're singing and giggling and rattling as they work.

She is ignoring them, stroking the vine with one hand as the mirror forms. ]

It's been a real treat, ladies, but I'm afraid I'm taking off. If I catch a single stowaway, I'm going to gut the little twat and leave her hanging from my mast, is that understood?

[ It's a threat, but she's grinning. ]

I'm not taking passengers, but if you want me to bring you a gift next time I swing through, you'd best come and lick my boots, quickly.

[[ooc; OOC post to follow imminently.]]
[Someone doesn't seem to have a fondness for flowers. Or else they're in a very bad mood. (They might be a little upset about one of the Gardens' recent departures.)

There stands Kuja, on the Vine and in person, upright in the midst of a bright light that appears to come from burning marigolds. Rose and violet in color, the flames burn and burn after the flowers crumble to ash, but they don't spread to the other plants, perfectly controlled. Unlike Kuja's expression, which is slightly--twitchy.

Call it a protest, if you will.
Since the Powers That Be have decided that they want to give us all cavities and diabetes, I am keeping a big pot of stew going at Beaumont for anyone who needs emergency food that is not candy. If I am not there, Bulbasaur or one of the robots will be in charge of it. Do not worry, they are all sanitary. It is free to use so do not avoid it if you do not have food. There are severe health consequences to eating only sugar, which I guess the people in charge do not care about.


Also if there is anybody that needs a place to stay, Beaumont has a lot of rooms open. It is by the lake on the northwest side, and is pretty convenient as far as being close to places. There are some robots here that do the housekeeping stuff. Also you will get a lot of free snacks because I bake a lot. I guess that is not much of a benefit right now but there you go. Pets are OK.


[Hi, Ladygarden residents. Do you like your reality TV to have normally linefaced girls curled up on the ground and crying in the middle of nowhere? Because the Vine has decided that is the hot new thing in entertainment. (The more perceptive viewers might notice she seems less opaque around the edges than usual.)

[After a moment, she notices the mirror broadcasting her. She makes a few awkward attempts to turn it off, then lets her arm flop to the ground.]

Fine. I give up.
11 November 2012 @ 04:53 pm
[Ky knows her last question didn't exactly go well, or get her the answers that she wanted, but this time it's not about religion, so it should go better, right?

She thinks about filtering it from Dizzy, but she doesn't need to hide from Dizzy that she's working on this, not when she'd promised Dizzy she would.]

What do you do when you know what you're feeling is wrong, in order to stop feeling it?

Just trying to focus on other things isn't working.
11 November 2012 @ 11:50 am
[Jessica sits in the orchard, a sugar skull in hand. She glares at the mirror.]

OK, this? Isn't funny. For a lot of reasons.

This is a new low for whoever is in charge. Consider this an official complaint.
[A few deep breaths before she actually speaks. She sounds kind of off, like she's not as energetic.]

...For those who don't know... It would appear Xion's gone home.

[It takes all of Sora's strength to not let her voice crack. She'll be fine. She has to be.]

I'm... Sure she'll be happy, wherever she is. With memories of here.

[And that's all Sora can bring herself to say before leaving the vine and going to the kitchen to clean and maybe make lunch. The treehouse feels empty without Xion, and she's not sure what she wants to do in that respect. Maybe she'll go stay somewhere else for a little while.]
31 October 2012 @ 02:41 pm
[ It is deep in the night when this message is first recorded into the mirror, and the way the High Priestess stands with her back to the vine suggests... perhaps she has not requested it to observe this conversation.

She stands at the edge of the clearing, near the well. ]

You were silent, for quite some time. [ There is little question who she could be addressing, but if the woman in the depths of that well responds, it cannot be heard. The High Priestess continues to speak in a soft voice, ] It is not my place to judge you. And it is not my wish.

[ A long silence before she adds, ]

There is none among us with that wish. [ Quiet. ] No. Time will not heal all wounds. I do not know how long your weeping will last, that is for you to decide.

[ The wind blows, rustling the trees, the many spiderwebs shivering faintly silver. A cat approaches to the well, leaping up onto the ledge where it perches elegantly. ]

May your dreams be peaceful.

[ The cat's tail swishes back and forth lazily, and then the High Priestess is gone. ]

[[ooc; Please feel free to talk to the High Priestess, but be advised she is particularly cryptic and stingy with information.]]
11 October 2012 @ 11:33 am
[Well, this is... weird. Having a head that isn't squishy and skull-shaped and covered in hair is bad enough, but the light source inside feels strangely warm. Possibly the heat from the pumpkin hot chocolate is sticking around, which is at least convenient with the cooling weather. Still, annoying.

[But Jessica isn't one to let the Gardens' embarrassing cosmetic bullshit get in her way, so she's resolutely keeping to her routine. It has to wear off eventually, right?

[(Definitely lodging a complaint with the management of the cafe, though.)]
10 October 2012 @ 08:50 pm
[Having regained her own body, Kuja feels--not content, but herself again. For good or ill. Part of her loathes herself, but she is an egotist at heart. A self-hating narcissist.

That, however, is not as important as what she's been busy doing. While kidnapped by the pirates, Kuja had found an egg on board their ship. A familiar egg. The egg of a Silver Dragon, from her world. Since her discovery, she has been largely keeping to herself and keeping the egg warm, and her constant companion Tropius has taken over the duties whenever she is otherwise occupied.

Now, Kuja is out and about. She feels a sense of excitement. She can sense the egg will be hatching soon. Her egg. Her dragon.

She floats from place to place, accompanied by Tropius and the egg: she sits for a while outside her miniature replica Iifa Treehouse near the lake, then makes an appearance in the Orchard and at her own personal library. She's usually not so prone to make "public appearances", but she's in a good mood, for once. Sometimes the egg rests in her lap; sometimes it's cradled with care by Tropius, and sometimes it floats beside her, levitated by her magic. Wherever it is, it sparkles with blue light, warmed by Kuja's magic. She sings softly to the egg at times, and at times she reads it poetry, or excerpts from her favorite plays.

Kuja keeps an ear out for stirring inside, or the cracking of the shell. For once, preoccupied, she's not as likely to notice someone else's approach.
30 September 2012 @ 10:18 pm
I want to breathe. I am tired of being cold and empty. How much longer.
22 September 2012 @ 04:18 pm
[Lambda has remained just how she should be, so the issue of people finding themselves in the wrong body had gone largely without thought from her. Nonetheless, her gaze falls upon the leaves drifting above her when she ventures outside, one in particular drawing her eye. There's no reason it should demand her attention above any of the others, as it looks just the same, and yet... Unthinkingly, she reaches up to catch it as it wafts toward her.]


cut for themes of human experimentation and torture )


[When she surfaces again, she's on her knees. She doesn't move even then, though, staring with wide eyes at her hands where they dig into the ground in front of her.]


[...Why is she...crying...?]

[ ooc: I didn't write this with anything other than a Miscellaneous Outside Place in mind for her location, so, you know, find her wherever. ]
20 September 2012 @ 06:26 pm
((ooc: Chihiro has been swapped with Zinc. Feel free to meet her just about anywhere, either writing in the dirt or just generally wandering around and catching leaves.))

[Chihiro's already witnessed first hand that people are not themselves. Quite literally not themselves - they're in someone else's body, with someone else's name. It's a terrifying thought, having someone else's name. It chills something in her, right down to the bone.

So the little girl had felt no shortage of relief when a couple of days had gone past without her getting caught up in the gust of wind. And, when on her way to the Library, a torrent of leaves had suddenly come swirling out of the sky and caught her up for a few seconds, she'd actually screamed. When the swirling torrent had vanished, she'd felt...different.]

W-What...what's happening to me?!

[Her hands fly to her face, and Chihiro stares down in horror at what she's suddenly become. She's taller...older...but she doesn't have the words to know that she's also a dead thing. Just that she's cold, all over, and each gasped, panicked breath is an effort that it wasn't before.]

...w-who am I?!

[It's all so much to take in. And just an instant after she realizes her new name - Zinc - she realizes that she can't remember her old one.

At that point, Chihiro just sits down on the path and starts to sob.

Later on, you might come across a message, scrawled in the dirt by a stick. At first, starting from about the point where Chihiro had changed, the message reads:

"My name is Zinc. I have to be nice to people."

Further and further from that point, however, the message begins to change. The writing grows more unsteady. The wording, a a bit more desperate, and needy, and pleading. And, on occasion, "Zinc" is misspelled as "Sen".

You might even find Zinc, stick in hand, scratching her message into the dirt. By then, she'll have passed through the waters of horror into complete and total numbness.

Occasionally, as she wanders around lost, the girl reaches up to catch a falling leaf.
She shivers as the new memory fragment settles into her mind...but, none of them feel right, and all she does is stick the leaf in her pocket and wander aimlessly onward, occasionally pausing at some place or other to take shelter, but never staying for more than a few minutes unless she meets someone. She can't even remember what she'd been doing, where she'd been going...or who she might ask for help.]

Current Mood: numb
20 September 2012 @ 08:32 am
[The Vine shows a small, black-haired girl with bright blue eyes and an annoyed expression on her face. She's seated near the lake, looking not only irritated, but pensive. She clearly isn't aware of being recorded, not having noticed the tendrils of Vine that have snaked around a nearby tree.

Xion often wears a hood to cover her face, but not today. There's no sign of any hood. At the moment, she's dressed in a short purple dress and black leggings. Wearing the layers of clothing she'd suddenly found herself in had seemed--so strange to her--but fortunately, there's no shortage of clothing in the Gardens, and she'd been able to remedy that, at least.

She feels some great lack, but what is it? What's missing? She glares at her hand, and she has the sense that something should happen when she focuses her will, but nothing does. Her hand remains unchanged, and nothing appears. She lets out a breath, sharply.

Infuriating. What's wrong?

[Her expression grows thoughtful again. It's hard to know what's wrong when she can't even tell what's missing.]

Xion, is that my name?

[It seems to be, but at the same time, it doesn't sound right, and she purses her lips. Then, she makes a rather undignified noise of frustration, picks up a handful of rocks, and throws them into the lake. There's a series of splashes as they hit the surface.]

No, it isn't!

[It's the only name she knows, and part of her tells her she should accept it, but she's stubborn. And grumpy.]

[[ooc: Kuja has switched places with Xion ([personal profile] mnementomori)! This is backdated a couple days, toward the beginning of the event.]]
19 September 2012 @ 07:17 pm
[[ooc; Viv has switched with [personal profile] drinkswithminors]]

[There's nothing pleasant about Akira Satou's expression today. In fact, she looks as if she may be a bit nauseous; feeling dizzy and irritable for a reason she doesn't quite understand. Hands go into her hair, pulling and mussing.

She gives a frustrated little growl.]

Why am I so heavy?

[She jerks, as if her muscles have twitched against her will, arms wrapping around herself.]

I can't breathe like this.
11 September 2012 @ 09:22 am
[Today, we see Raven sitting in the shade somewhere outside, doing some morning meditation. Eyes closed, legs crossed, arms to her sides and... levitating. In any case, she keeps repeating the same words over and over again:

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos"

The mantra continues to be recited without interruption until some visitors make their way to her.

Opening her eyes, she now notices that she's literally surrounded by Bellosom. While the creatures are certainly happy to see her, Raven doesn't seem to be nearly as excited.]

... Go away.

[Not excited in the slightest as she attempts to go back to her meditation. However, the Bellosom have other plans as several of them begin to chant their own name, much to Raven's growing irritation.]

Bellosom! Bellosom! Bellosom!

I said-

[Nope, sorry Raven, the Bellosom are currently busy dancing and trying to bring some cheer into your life! To which she responds with being visibly angry and...

... Is that a black aura surrounding her entire body? Sure does look like it.]
07 September 2012 @ 07:59 pm
The Queen's power has to be less than God's... So why do you think He lets us be brought here? This goes a little beyond giving us free will, don't you think?

[Ky's unsure herself, but there's no way to gain certainty. She can only find out what other people are thinking, and that for some reason feels particularly important.]

What purpose are we serving here?
04 September 2012 @ 08:42 pm
[Look, a new person! Lizzie's figured out the vine pretty quickly, with the instructions, and she gives the screen a little smile once she figures out that this thing is indeed on.]

Ah, hello! This isn't too hard, now is it?

I understand there are others in this place? It's a sight better than the afterlife, I think, though the name 'Queen of Hearts' is rather unsettling. And familiar. Does anyone here know exactly who she is?

[That's right, Lizzie, don't worry about lodgings or food or anything.]
03 September 2012 @ 04:18 pm
[The Antikytherans' cafe has inspired Jessica. She's approaching the Arimoi caves with a wagon full of a smorgasbord of goodies: various meats, baked goods, candies, and even potato chips. Hey, who knows what monsters actually like? Anyway, potato chips are delicious.

[She stops outside the cave, peering in for a few moments, then calls into the depths.]

Hello? Uh... this is Jessica Boyette... from the, uh, general... Gardens. Just wanted to see if anyone wanted to share some snacks.

Assuming you guys like snacks. Or assuming you like these snacks. I can go get some other stuff if you want... just... yeah.

[She waits, stiff and awkward.]
31 August 2012 @ 05:45 pm
[the Vine has wound its way inside the Clock Tower, and the mirror shows the station interior, mostly empty except for a few things. There are new benches lining some of the walls, and a golden tram car sitting at the platform, silent.]

[there is also a small figure in a blue sweatshirt nearby, checking to make sure the Vine isn't caught on the tracks. She looks up, waving at the mirror.]

That's better. Um, if anyone remembers Reeve, she helped me get the train to work. But it needs tracks now. So I figured, I'd ask about places that are important to get to. Like the library, or people's houses or something...ah, if anyone wants to help make them, that would be great, too...!

[if anyone comes by, they might notice that the tracks outside have been extended a bit, though they're cobbled together from the debris left behind by the battle with the pirates. Have you ever seen cross-ties made out of bones? Now you have.]