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exsiliumlogs2013-03-24 11:18 am
hornedomen) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-03-24 11:18 am
[Open]
Date & Time: Throughout March, excluding the duration of the mission. Day and night.
Location: Civic Gardens
Characters: Ico & you.
Summary: Ico tries to garden. The results are mixed. Action or prose is okay!
Warnings: None. Will update if necessary.
[Day]
[Look after the flowers at the Gardens…
That was the first sentence on the letter he had written to himself. That was days before people returned to their appropriate ages. The rest contained directions on where to find the flowerbeds and how to identify it. But he neglected to write much else. That week remained as hazy as a fog.
Ico returned to the Civic Gardens, hoping that it would return his memories. He watered the flowerbeds using the rainwater trapped in broken fountains and his bottle to filter the water. The flowers thrived. Ico quickly pulled out whatever weeds settled their roots there.
Even with his memories missing, he felt a sense of accomplishment to see the bed with small flowers grow large and strong. He liked to water these flowers most of all. Yet he disliked its location the most. A statue was nearby. Whenever he looked at it, it made him frown. He did not like stone statues.]
[Night]
[Nightmares made it hard to sleep and kept him out of bed. Tending to the plants eased his mind and the night covered the stone statues in dark. If the soil was dry, he watered them again. From the time it took to travel here, he had enough time to calm down and see how foolish he was behaving. Yet he did not return just yet. He no longer felt drowsy. Ico remained in the garden, removing the weeds and bugs and waiting until he felt sleepy again.
It was harder to see at night and he knew not everyone in the Civic Gardens was friendly. If he heard someone approaching, he would call out in the darkness.]
Who's there?
[Mid to late March]
[Ico rested on his knees and he hovered over a pile of dirt.]
Come on. Grow.
[How long had it been since he tried to grow his own plant? Days? Weeks? But there was no sign of a sprout. Did it need more water? He poured enough to get the soil damp. Ico sighed and he folded his arms.]
The sun will leave you behind.
[It was a phrase similar to what his foster mother said to get him out of bed. He knew it would not have the same effect on the plant but he did not know what else to do. He gave it water and a place to grow. What else could a plant need?]
Location: Civic Gardens
Characters: Ico & you.
Summary: Ico tries to garden. The results are mixed. Action or prose is okay!
Warnings: None. Will update if necessary.
[Day]
[Look after the flowers at the Gardens…
That was the first sentence on the letter he had written to himself. That was days before people returned to their appropriate ages. The rest contained directions on where to find the flowerbeds and how to identify it. But he neglected to write much else. That week remained as hazy as a fog.
Ico returned to the Civic Gardens, hoping that it would return his memories. He watered the flowerbeds using the rainwater trapped in broken fountains and his bottle to filter the water. The flowers thrived. Ico quickly pulled out whatever weeds settled their roots there.
Even with his memories missing, he felt a sense of accomplishment to see the bed with small flowers grow large and strong. He liked to water these flowers most of all. Yet he disliked its location the most. A statue was nearby. Whenever he looked at it, it made him frown. He did not like stone statues.]
[Night]
[Nightmares made it hard to sleep and kept him out of bed. Tending to the plants eased his mind and the night covered the stone statues in dark. If the soil was dry, he watered them again. From the time it took to travel here, he had enough time to calm down and see how foolish he was behaving. Yet he did not return just yet. He no longer felt drowsy. Ico remained in the garden, removing the weeds and bugs and waiting until he felt sleepy again.
It was harder to see at night and he knew not everyone in the Civic Gardens was friendly. If he heard someone approaching, he would call out in the darkness.]
Who's there?
[Mid to late March]
[Ico rested on his knees and he hovered over a pile of dirt.]
Come on. Grow.
[How long had it been since he tried to grow his own plant? Days? Weeks? But there was no sign of a sprout. Did it need more water? He poured enough to get the soil damp. Ico sighed and he folded his arms.]
The sun will leave you behind.
[It was a phrase similar to what his foster mother said to get him out of bed. He knew it would not have the same effect on the plant but he did not know what else to do. He gave it water and a place to grow. What else could a plant need?]