[Today, Conchita is lying out on her stomach, nibbling blades of grass. She's been eating and eating, but honestly? She's absolutely lost. She's been taken care of her entire life. She's dependent on others, and she doesn't know what to do with herself, especially here. So the Vine is catching her just lying there, seeming miserable and half-starved.]

...Is there nothing truly gruesome for me to consume here? How dull.

[A woman stands elsewhere in the Gardens, sporting a formal white dress. Or, at least, it is mostly white. Judging by the splatters on her neck, it should be pretty clear that the red is certainly not part of the dress.

Her gloved, bloody hand briefly comes up to her chest, as realization has flooded across her visage, before covering one of the fresher wounds over her abdomen. She moves away from the Vine, as communicating through such a mean is a very alien concept to her.]

“I think I would like a status report, but somehow I get the feeling that the answer is an obvious one...”

[Funny. For a woman who had been shot full of bullets, she seems to be getting by just fine. The pain is brief. Just a flesh wound. She’ll walk it off.]

(The Vine shows a young, pre-teen redhead staring at the mirror with a relaxed look on her face but definite curiosity is visible in her eyes. Next to her is a gray cat with a tail that curves upward.

As for the redhead? She's wearing this, but it's white instead of green.)

Hi, everyone! I'm Zoey from Snowpoint City. This is my partner, Glameow.

(A light, welcoming meow is heard.)

So, are there any Trainers or Coordinators who were brought here too? Even if you're not a Trainer or a Coordinator any help's welcome! I wouldn't mind knowing what this place is called besides 'The Gardens.'

[A new arrival wanders around the Orchard. She's dressed in black and white, carrying a cue case with a strange eye symbol embossed on the lid. The same blue eye is displayed prominently on her long bangs, as well. Poor girl looks a bit lost, but she keeps walking like nothing's wrong.

When the video starts, she comes across a fox who looks up at her. She shakes her head.]

That's odd. I didn't think foxes still existed in the wild. Unless I'm in some sort of reserve. Hmmm...

[In the middle of the Gardens stands a woman who seems to fit perfectly into the entire scenery. She takes a moment to slowly glance over the flora laid out before her, noticing a cat here and there sprawling out in the warm sun.]

[There seems to be no disarray from the woman though; in fact, she seems to be very calm. Gently, she tilts her head—]

"After a fall such as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs!"

[—and presses her lips into a smile.]

I'm not very sure where I am exactly, but it would be pretty great to know. It seems like more of a dream than anything, but I've definitely learned to suspend my beliefs when it comes to strange things lately.

[The Vine shows a woman lounging in the grass. She's on the lean side, green eyed, and crowned with a messy head of vividly red hair. There are marks on her face that might be tattoos: a single scarlet slash under each eye. She looks as if she started to get dressed but grew bored or tired midway through the attempt. She's wearing nothing but a white dress shirt, half-buttoned, a black bra, and black underwear. A cat with a scroll in its mouth is pawing at her as she yells at the trees, probably not for the first time.]

Hey, Rude! You there? Come on.

[She sighs, impatiently. Maybe she should actually go look for whoever she's calling for, but she doesn't stir. That would be too much effort. The cat is insistent, and she turns toward it instead.] Get lost, kitty. I already read that. Last thing I need is cats telling me what to do.

[Yet she doesn't seem too bothered, and when the cat starts batting her hand, she bats back, playfully. When she finally notices the mirror, she cocks her head at it, then leans forward and taps it. She makes a face in it, experimentally, then sticks her tongue out at it.]

Is this a joke? It's not fucking funny. [Wait. If it were a prank, it would actually be an awesome one.] Heh. Maybe it's a little funny.

This would have to happen on my day off. So, what's up, plant mirror thing?