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[ There's a visibly tired woman sitting on the grass, hand over her cheek, fingertips rubbing her eye. She sighs and shakes her head, dropping her chin slightly to her chest, like she's giving up, before looking up to the vine that stretches along the tree. ]

[ She's talking a bit to herself by now, a overly pronounced British accent marking each word of a somewhat distressed voice: ] Can anyone, other than animal, tell me what in God's name is going? 'Cause, really, animals do not talk and I just spent ten minutes staring at a cat that was apparently trying to tell me something. Without using a voice, thankfully, but I swear, I felt like I was in a Disney movie. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney, but not in real life. I feel like I'm tripping out and I am not, that much I'm sure.

[ There's a long moment of silence before she lets out a frustrated sigh. She slaps a hand over her face and speaks in a muffled whisper. ]

Jesus Christ, I'm going insane. I just-- Jesus. God damn it.

I need a drink.

(( OOC; Replies will possibly be sporadic because she's freaking out and if you gave her a VOICE tag, she will think she's hearing voices... ))

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You're not crazy. Though its entirely possible you might go genuinely mad in the future, because things are only bound to become stranger.

[ Aand, she thinks she's hearing voices. Groan, head to knees. Her life, what is it? ]

I know, it's hard. You'll need to bear it.

I can bring you a drink. Would you happen to have any preferences? Fruit wine would be the simplest for me to procure.

[ Look above; she thinks she's hearing voices. Yeap. ]

Great. Just peachy.

Just a moment, I'll ask a cat where to find you.

You'll ask a-- What?! Oh my-- [ HOLDING HER FACE AGAINST HER HAND... ] Oooh, I am tripping out so bad.

You do not trust your senses? Pardon, I did not know there existed such worlds as where communicating with such creatures must come as a shock. I cannot promise I can offer much to dull that shock except alcohol. So I will come bearing alcohol and you can accept it if you like.

[ She's just mumbling to herself at this point. ] Great, my inner voice is an alcoholic trying to comfort me.

[A while later, a blooming voice rings out.]

Hello there, I come bearing gifts!

[A plump, shapely woman who seems part plant comes into sight, her arms fill with bags.]

Do you still feel you need a drink?

[ This is the second time in only a few days that Caprica's run into a new arrival; she can tell by the white shift she's wearing, even if the fact that she's talking to herself like that wasn't an indication.

The woman's accent reminds her of Gaius's meticulously pronounced upper-class Caprican accent, and she has to push the memory to the back of her mind forcibly. ]

I don't think you're going insane. Unless the rest of us are, too.

[ She hasn't dismissed the likelihood of that entirely, to be honest. When she speaks again there's a slight wry quality to her tone of voice. ]

Welcome to the Gardens.

[ Emilia nearly jumps at the sudden approach - although it's not really a jump, just a little jolt - turning around to Caprica once she speaks. She stares at her for a while without reaction, blinking a couple of times, before taking in air. She breathes out and rubs her eyes with her hand, shaking her head, just like a person who can't believe her luck. She ends up getting up, dusting off the white dress. ]

Okay. [ She raises a finger, a meaningless gesture, licking her chapped lower lip as she thinks about her words. ] What the hell are the Gardens, why am I here, and most importantly, where do I get a phone? Because my boss will fire me if I do not show up.

Edited 2011-02-08 14:43 (UTC)

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