Telling them a story told by flora

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

Who: COMPLETELY OPEN
What: Good old gardening fun
Where: Greenhouse and gardens
When: Sept 5th to 12th
Warnings: Well, anything can happen. But try to be nice to the plants.

Any student who wishes to are able to fill the greenhouse with plants of their choosing, making it a diverse jungle inside. With permission from one Miss Erika, they're also allowed a small plot in gardens where they can tend to their own vegetables, fruits and herbs.

Of course, some students take advantage of this more than others. That's what this log is for! If you want to spend time in the greenhouse tending flowers, or sowing seeds in the garden, picking fruit or even just taking naps, then it's very likely you're going to run into other folk doing the same. Sneaking in to nibble on leaves that don't belong to you? Wanting some extra help with your botany homework? Looking for a quiet place to make out while totally not getting ambushed by hungry piranha plants? This log is yours!



Feel free to make multiple threads for whatever it is your character does in the greenhouse. And remember to tag yourself!

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Sept 8th, noonish

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

Lighter was more familiar with cutting trees down than helping them grow. That's not to say he was some crazy forester who cut down everything in his path or anything-- his cabin back home just needed an ample lumber supply to readily repair the damage from those constant lightning bolts. Thank god that was over.

Anyway, since helping repair and repopulate the greenhouse last year, Lighter took it upon himself to tend to the tomato plant he contributed. Since then one plant had become several, and while they weren't going to win any ribbons anytime soon they were tasty enough. And in the greenhouse they could grow all year!

His current batch was just ripe enough to harvest, so after his morning woodshop class he headed down to pick some tomatoes. Maybe he'd ask Nancy to whip something up with them for a late lunch. Mm...

Re: Sept 8th, noonish

[warpstar-rider.livejournal.com]

There was a pink ball hiding behind a nearby plant, staring at the deliciously rip tomatoes...

Re: Sept 8th, noonish

[loverofinnocence]

Caim was never the gardener. It just wasn't on his list of priorities. But when one had obligations and duties, it was often difficult to find time for things that weren't categorised into either of the former mentioned.

He'd been showing himself around the town, the forest, the greenhouse, the buildings, and trying to commit to memory every nook and cranny that he passed by. One never knew when it might come in handy. And he was nothing short of a man of the land - just not by choice.

The harbour for the plants was no exception. In face, he'd been crouching perfectly still for about ten minutes, just watching Lighter harvest his tomatoes. Most of his face was concealed by a rather bushy fern plant. The only thing that really showed were his blue eyes, but even then, you'd have to be paying attention to catch that.

Like... the 7th... mid-afternoon

[time-mast3r.livejournal.com]

There were some advantages to having pokemon trainers at the school, one being that there would always be a variety of them if a certain trainer hadn't taken the liberty of ransacking the greenhouse a couple times for poffins. :'| growing different types of berries. It was really pleasing, since it meant a shorter trip for the legendary. Especially when you just have those certain cravings for certain berries. Normally Dana wasn't very picky - being Docile natured and all - but at times she did wish to have one thing other than another.

Today she seemed to be wandering aimlessly through the greenhouse, taking a look at the projection of growth. It had been some time since she had actually stopped to look. It was pretty amazing that in such "short" time, all of this would be grown as it was.

Oh but where was she? Oh right. Stopping by her current (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Mago_Berry) project, she lifted up the light blue pot to get a closer inspection on the fruits of her labor, then sat it right back down.

Aww yee, there were berries ready to be picked, and she was super duper excited for that. There was absolutely no doubt about it, especially when her tail was a-twitchin' like it was.

Re: Like... the 7th... mid-afternoon

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

And the berries happened to be planted close to the Gracedia flowers, which is exactly where Cyrus was headed.

He hadn't been there since they were planted, but he felt that day as if he should. When he saw Dialga he supposed that was why.

Re: Like... the 7th... mid-afternoon

[loverofinnocence]

He kept himself quiet and hidden, moving only when he needed to. It was really quite astounding, the amount of popularity that these kinds of houses were getting. A bit of traffic, if he had ever seen any himself. It wasn't the sort of crazed traffic, mind you. Much of it consisted of people who were simply lallygagging about or daydreaming, or something equally silly.

Caim wasn't much of a dreamer. Dreams went down in flames when the rest of the world did, and the Empire had seen to that.

But it didn't require a dreamer to get a better understanding of the people in this new world he had come to and infested with WCS. Instead, for him it was simply a learning experience, and if that meant following a steel dragon through the green house as she wandered, then by the Goddess, he was going to do precisely that. And hopefully he'd do it as quietly as possible.

Re: Like... the 7th... mid-afternoon

[punchwaves]

Marie had initially gone into the greenhouse to look for Vinnie. Since he wasn't in his dorm, the Squirtle had assumed he'd be in the greenhouse. Like, honestly, where else did he go? As he ventured further through the shrubbery, Marie began to realize that Vinnie was not present.

But he paused when he saw a familiar face. Rather, a familiar back-of-her-head, but who cares. He hadn't spoken to Dana in a while. Instead of mulling over whether it would be rude to leave without saying anything, Marie attempted a silent exist.

Which just resulted in the boy tripping over a pot and toppling it over. Fortunately, he broke his own fall by grabbing onto another plant. He pushed that one over too. So smooth!

All the time

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

In his free time, Vinnie was more often in the greenhouse than not. He had a number of Berries he'd planted in the gardens, along with several gigantic tulips that had made their homes here. Basically, anything he couldn't fit in his already crowded room.

Of course, being a Venusaur, he felt a responsibility to care for every plant in the greenhouse, not just his own. So whenever the Grass Type thought he was alone, he would take the time to look over all the other crops and flowers, making conversation with each one. Sure, he looked like weirdo talking to plants that very obviously couldn't talk back, but they grew better with the attention. Really.

It helped Vinnie get some things off his chest as well, considering his current woes. Sometimes he would get so caught up talking that if the plant's actual owner were to come back, it was possible he'd hardly notice.

[rivalsweetscent]

Maybe he would if they happened to speak up.

Bulba wasn't surprised to see the Venusaur talking to the plants (since hey he did it too), but it was a little odd to see him talking to his Anemones. Not that Vinnie probably knew they were his. It was clearly just an odd case of timing.

"Aw, now she's not going to want to listen to me."

oops im just gonna. leave this here.

[time-mast3r.livejournal.com]

It seemed as if his one on one time with the plants would be cut short. Dana was present in the Greenhouse on this particular day, not actually checking up on her plant this time but just taking a casual browse around.

It seemed to be quiet, minus the usual sounds of the 'house, so... the beast began to hum a song that wasn' really important (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccZuKOTb6ug) while taking in the environment around her. It was rather calming... maybe even too calming. As she wandered on through, she hadn't realized that she was actually singing (quietly, for that matter) but she really was. "... And all the gods and all the worlds began colliding on a backdrop of blue..."

Dana truthfully wasn't that bad at singing, either. Oh no, she really wasn't. "Blue lips... blue veins..."

Her ears pricked, thinking that she heard something. Was there someone there? Were they speaking? Hmm... She couldn't tell. "He took a step but then felt tired," That voice. She heard it again, and it was getting louder, "He said 'I'll rest a little whi... le."

Ahh, how silly... she found her way to seeing that dumb dinosaur that she fawned over. His back was turned and he seemed to be speaking to something. Realizing that it was him doing the speaking, it did put her at ease a bit. Her tail twitched impatiently, hoping that he had not... you know, actually heard her. She hesitated, wondering if she should speak up or not.

"... Having fun?" Oopsies, that slipped out.

Re: All the time

[loverofinnocence]

Caim had seen Vinnie many times. It seemed the green-haired man was almost there constantly and for a period of time, Caerleon's prince believed Vinnie might have lived in there. To be fair, it wasn't uncomfortable. Sure, wearing Riley's turtleneck made things a little warmer than he wanted them to be, but Caim seemed to understand that the heat was really for the plants in order to help them continue to thrive.

Why hadn't no one thought of that back in the homeland?

All the same, this Vinnie was a strange one, indeed. Talking to the plants, it seemed. Caim knew nothing of science, and didn't understand that the air released onto plants by speaking or exhaling was actually beneficial. All he saw was a slightly mentally challenged man confiding in green flora. On the other hand, for all of his instabilities, Caim couldn't exactly cast judgement.

But he could follow Vinnie around inconspicuously and hide amongst the more bushier plants while the Venusaur lost himself in his green paradise.

What time is it? BROTER TIIIIIME! (No seriously.. uhh.. Thursday. Noonish?)

[punchtheflute.livejournal.com]

Sonny had just finished lunch, so, it was the best time for him to go to the greenhouse with it's array of delectable plants because he would be that much less tempted to sample all of them.

He wanted to check up on whatever Vinnie was growing. The plants in their room took up a fair bit of space already but Sonny knew he had stuff here too. He didn't mind that they filled the room at all either - They were pretty to wake up to every day, and they were one of the things that made Vinnie happy. And he was never one to want to see his Venabro unhappy.

"Hi Vinnie!" he said, walking in and grinning at the pink-shirted figure hunched in quiet discussion with his current leafy confidante.

"I brought you a glass of water and an apple!"

....he'd originally had a banana and an orange for him too. Oops.

Re: All the time

[electriccharge.livejournal.com]

Watt occasionally visited the greenhouse, and today was one such occasion! She loved to look at all of the different kinds of flowers that were scattered all over the area.

Currently, however, she was staring at those giant tulips in awe. Woah. How'd they get so big anyway? She started quickly hovering around them to view them in all angles. "They're so pretty!" she cried out loud.

whoops finally here

[shysentinel.livejournal.com]

Nephenee was coming into the greenhouse to do her normal farming stuff, which today was weeding around her crops and flowers, when she saw someone beside them that wasn't Erika...who are you, mysterious person?

She walked up quietly, not wanting to scare him, but genuinely curious as to...wait was he talking to her plants?

Sept 7-10th, Any Time and Every Time

[natureprincess]

It wasn't a secret that if you ever needed to speak to Erika while she was on campus, you'd need to go to either the greenhouse or the gardens. It was where she spent the majority of her time, as there were always a number of things to be doing. Watering what needed watered, trimming what needed trimmed. The berries needed counted, the carnivores of the bunch needed fed, she needed to keep an eye on the student plots and see who had been neglecting theirs... The list was rather extensive at times. The current goal for the moment was to make some room for the students that had already expressed an interest in continuing their cultivations through the winter.

When there weren't things to do, she'd often sit with a cup of tea. Anyone was more than welcome to join her, providing the gym leader was awake enough to provide substantial company.

Any of the days at any time.

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

One of her students came by for a visit. It was Mac. Surprise.

Mac already had taken Botany but he did like to come and help with the greenhouse. Someday at some point in the past, Mac probably promised this. That he'd still come around the greenhouse to be manual labor. Today was such a day.

"Miss Erika!"

Any of the days at any time. (Stolen from Liz.)

[loverofinnocence]

The other person Caim saw a lot of in the greenhouse was Erika. She had a strange, otherworldly feel to her. At least that's what Caim would have said if anyone had asked - and if he could have spoken. She walked with a kind of grace he hadn't seen anyone else with in the entire area and it was a bit refreshing. It was odd, how seeing something as simple as a walk could invoke a series of nostalgia, most of which Caim simply didn't want.

Dark hair, a bit of a smile, maybe she was even humming a little to herself. He couldn't tell, because he was never close enough. But she looked happy and he felt a little envious because he wasn't even sure he knew what happiness was. Sure, he thought he'd felt it once or twice, but it seemed such a fleeting ideal that it was impossible for him to truly pinpoint or define. And it was such a subjective little word, too.

As she moved around the flowers and the plants, pruning, and generally making the greenhouse lovelier each time she passed through, Caim the Creeper moved as well. It was never safe to stay in one spot for too long and it was all too easy to allow himself to get caught. Even by someone who seemed as kind as her, he felt he had to hide.

EVERY NIGHT.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

There seemed to be a lot more berries disappearing than their owners were harvesting. How strange. Oddly enough, the spicy ones remained untouched but for a single bite taken out of one that was then discarded on the ground.

At least she wasn't beheading flowers this time.

[natureprincess]

THE BERRY COUNTS ON THE CLIPBOARDS WERE NOT MATCHING UP WITH THE AMOUNT OF BERRIES ON THE BUSHES. It was just enough to start driving Erika up a wall.

It had been concluded that the numbers were the most different each morning and stayed fairly consistent through out the day. How. Very. Curious.

So one night when insomnia was a plentiful friend, Erika took a special trip through the greenhouse, just to see what she could find.

ANYTIME

[tribulune.livejournal.com]

Waka is the type to relish in the heart of nature. He sometimes enjoys just sitting amidst the flora and fauna and playing his flute, the tune that goes hand-in-hand with nature. Wind instruments, the natural beauty of the world... isn't it all perfect?

Of course, despite him sitting on his knees and playing his instrument all by his lonesome, he wouldn't horribly mind any interruptions at all. He also doesn't mind idle listeners.

Re: ANYTIME

[loverofinnocence]

Consider Caim one of those so-called idle listeners. Waka was the first person to enter the greenhouses and play music. Generally everyone else who came in was there to take care of the plants or something to that magnitude - or steal berries, such as in Blacky's case. But this man, the over-dressed one with the rather flamboyant fashion sense, was playing music.

It wasn't what Caim personally would have done and it even reminded him a little of Inuart (only on the basis of music being involved - Inuart's fashion sense was actually a lot better than Waka's). An eyebrow arched and Caim wondered idly if perhaps playing music was the only thing Waka might do. Not that there was anything wrong with it. Just that he couldn't quite see the logic in doing something like that where other people couldn't openly enjoy what he had to offer.

But then, music wasn't Caim's expertise and he didn't think Waka had much of anything to offer. All the same, Caim remained stationed in a bush and simply watched Waka play with his hours.

Anytime! If you want Chibi to make your plants bloom, let me know

[sunfurror.livejournal.com]

Well, of course Chibi is going to be where all the plants are! His family has...what might be called an odd trait! As he runs through the greenhouse, plants bloom under his paws for only a second, before fading back into the ground.

Funny enough, once or twice he'll stop and sniff a plant that hasn't bloomed yet before running off, and in his wake, the plant will flower!

Don't mind him, he's helping.

Re: Anytime! If you want Chibi to make your plants bloom, let me know

[loverofinnocence]

It was silly to think that the greenhouse would be limited to people only. The moment Caim spied Chibi going around, he'd blinked and instantly thought of Amaterasu. Surely Chibi was another one of those who was so intelligent that he could read, but still have the inability to speak a language that humans could understand.

For one could only get so far with "woof", and Caim did not speak wolf.

What was most entertaining was the idea that Chibi seemed to think he was helping, and... his thoughts were mostly correct. Caim knew how to plant flowers and vegetables. He hadn't done anything of the sort in his own trips to the greenhouse, but with the amount of time he was spending there, he'd gathered the idea that eventually he might just have to plant something in a corner himself.

That would come another day, however, for he was there to watch and observe the others who came and went as they pleased while he hid amongst the foliage and the fauna. And for the time being, Chibi was the one he wanted to watch.

6th, mid-morning.

[violetcandypop.livejournal.com]

How had she missed it? The big, beautiful campus greenhouse. Ai found it while touring the campus that morning. She invited herself in. And, for the moment, she was alone. There were a lot of plants she didn't recognize, but a few she did. Flowers from Olimar's garden, and other flora she'd seen around the city before.

What caught her attention, though, was the small cluster of candypop buds. And near them, Ai found two red, planted Pikmin. She thumbed the leaf of one of them, smiling to herself. She wondered if she should pluck it, but she decided against it. Perhaps they belonged to someone else. Instead, she opted to sit and simply admire the planted Pikmin.

this is poop

[sunfurry.livejournal.com]

Amaterasu had been nearby, and she was ever the nosy one. If someone was looking at something for a while, it must be worth looking at, so she reasoned. She sauntered over to the purple-haired girl, sniffing at the strange thing sticking up from the ground.

Every day, morning.

[punchvolcanoes]

Sasha was busy tending to a slightly dangerous plant in the far back. Around it, she was slowly getting a collection of plants from her visits at the volcano. Her tail was kept upright, not only to avoid burning anything, but also to make sure that no stray shots of water were hitting her.

It was only when she got nearer to the sandy, dry area where they were kept that she began to relax.

Re: Every day, morning.

[loverofinnocence]

Caim had yet to determine when it was most active, morning, afternoon, evening, or nighttime for the greenhouse. People must have had all kinds of differing schedules for him to see the rainbow that he did. Some seemed so excessively lighthearted. Some seemed a little bit darker. Some seemed sorrowful and a bit edging towards misery. Never a dull moment when he thought about it.

He'd kept notes on the people he'd seen. And some of them he'd even recognised. All of this was to better help him figure out who was appropriate and who wasn't. At this rate, however, he was going to need to fill a good number of notepads with the notes that he'd made.

Or perhaps he could overcome his antisocial behaviour and actually get to know these people. (Nah.) That wasn't exactly his style and without a voice, trying to communicate seemed remotely pointless, especially when he didn't have Angelus to translate and interpret for him. No, using a notepad seemed to be his closest ally for the time being, with Riley coming in as a close second.

He spied through the leaves at Sasha, knowing very well he wanted to keep away from that plant. Sometimes it spouted out balls of fire and the very last thing he wanted to do was get a hole in Riley's shirt and have to explain where it came from. No. He'd reassured Riley that he would return his clothes once he had procured some new ones for himself.

Sept 9, noon

[balloon-derp.livejournal.com]

In the quieter, and less dangerous parts of the greenhouse, Balloon Fighter had come to the garden with his Bellsprout in tow. It was a new habit you see, he wasn't knowledgeable about Pokemon in the least, but since his is a grass type, he had figure taking the Bellsprout to gardens would make him happy.

The lanky man had later sat next to a patch of colorful flowers and faced his Pokemon, "I never took you here back before we left the academy, did I? I'm sorry about that, I hope you're enjoying yourself," he said as he gently patted Bellsprout.

September 7th, late afternoon.

[punchtheflute.livejournal.com]

He'd just come in for a look around, really. He liked to see all the nice plants and especially the different fruits and leafy green salad vegetables that maybe one day he'd get to try. But it was so warm and quiet in here, and everything felt so serene... it was kind of hard not to let his eyelids droop. Just a little at first. Until he found a nicely shaded spot where he could sit down without hurting anyone's plants and maybe just rest his eyes for a minute or two...

....three hours later he awoke gently, giving a small yawn. How long had he been out? The sun was a lot lower in the sky now. It must be late in the afternoon, or early evening. He hoped he hadn't missed any classes.

He probably had.

Well, no sense in getting up and rushing around now. He just sort of rubbed his eyes and sat there, doing his best to wake up.

Re: September 7th, late afternoon.

[reservedempath]

The gracidea flowers. Voile had not forgotten. About a year ago, or perhaps a little more than that, she had planted some with Cyrus. Those days were easier. Or perhaps she only thought they were. In actuality, she'd been very closed off, a lot colder than she was. Certainly, she'd grown jaded over time, but she felt like she was in a much better place.

She paused when she saw Sonny. Mostly because she'd never seen him before. And then partially because she was sure if he was caught sitting on plants or flowers, Erika was going to give him one heck of a pounding.

"Uhm..." she began as she stared at him. "What exactly are you doing?"

Most of the days, late afternoon

[hasmoreberets.livejournal.com]

Do you know what Lucas was doing? One could say he's made it a second job to take care of some of the berry plants. Especially with the fact that he's kind of a dumb trainer and he loves his pokemon and such.

He was keeping an eye out for his plants this time around, since some of the berries that he was going to harvest the next day ended up disappearing. So yeah, he's currently watering berries and making sure they're getting plenty of water and such.