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Date & Time: October 12
Location: Some VR room
Characters: Kevin and OPEN
Summary: When faced with war, genocide and - God help us - time travel, ~~flower power~~ gardening is clearly the answer!
Warnings: Virtual flowers?

[Kevin took some time to comprehend the true potential of VR rooms, but now he believes he has finally nailed it. The Twining manor’s garden seems like the perfect place to start. He has known it for almost a decade, and it is very unlikely that his memory would fail him at something as simple as that. The result is a very archetypal British garden: just the right amount of wildness and reason, of darkness and light, of shady groves and rolling lawns, still ponds and lavish flowerbeds. The scent is just right, and so are the birdsongs and the soft breeze. If one takes their shoes off, one might even feel the wet grass under one's feet, and the gentle memory of morning dew.

He has considered keeping the door for that very private place locked, but the dimness of the moon base and the general gloomy mood of his fellow Transports have coerced him into leaving it ajar. He contents himself with discreetly hiding behind a lavender bush, wearing gardening gloves he doesn’t need, to work on an herbal patch that doesn’t really exist.

Naturally, the house steward and ~~regent of the sun~~ has not forgotten the most important make-believe detail of this long-gone land. Let the naysayers see for themselves what a proper sunny day in England feels like. ]

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[peter is tired of the moon already. or, more specifically, he's tired of being in one more place that feels and smells and just is plain old wrong, where it's always cramped and metallic and a body can never get outside. so when he walks past the open door and sees the outside inside, well. he's all over that.

the flowers don't interest him, and he walks right by where kevin is hiding without even seeing him. what peter wants is open space, grass and trees and wild things.

he knows they're not real, of course. but it's a hell of a lot better being flopped on pretend grass, pretend dew soaking into his clothes underneath a pretend sky than staring at the close, dark ceiling.]

[Kevin doesn't move from his spot when the man passes by, but certainly smiles at the weirdness of someone lying on wet grass as if it was the most wonderful thing in the world. This place is full of nutty types, though he hopes the stranger won't catch a cold. Can a person catch a cold from lying on make-believe wet grass?

He can also sense that the stranger is no normal human being, so perhaps he cannot get sick to begin with. Nutty types indeed. Well, at least this one doesn't strike him as demonic, which is more than Kevin has hoped for.]

[peter is capable of catching a cold, but it's thoroughly unlikely he'll get sick from a little wet. he's hardy enough. also very thoroughly undemonic. supernatural, definitely, but at the same time he's a creature of nature, not against it.

it's temping, actually, to become the wolf, but it might ruin the illusion if he could smell properly. besides, he can't possibly be alone in here, though he still hasn't noticed kevin.

after a few minutes he gets up again, the back of his jacket damp and pants soaked through, and heads off again. he wants to see how far this goes, what the boundaries of the garden are, and generally stretch his legs.]

[It is a good thing Peter has decided against turning into a wolf, or Kevin would be immediately reminded of the stories Naoya told him and probably toss...garlic heads in his general direction.

The garden goes as far as Kevin's memory will allow. It is a Victorian manor's garden, after all, and so it is almost as big as a small farm, surrounded by old stone walls covered with moss. The building itself remains at a distance, unreachable no matter how much Peter tries to walk towards it.]

[inside is the very last place peter wants to go, although he does admire the perspective trick and its dreamlike logic. there's nothing that interesting about watching him walking around, scuffing the grass with his boots and touching plants and trees. he goes all the way out to the walls, running his hands idly over stone and lichen, picking a bit, sniffing it. he wants to make one of these for himself. kevin has probably long gotten bored and gone back to gardening by the time peter makes his way back to the incongruous door to reality. this time, he actually notices the other man at his work, though.]

So where are we? Nice place.

Edited 2013-10-16 11:26 (UTC)

[After all the delighted exploration, Peter's direct approach and question take Kevin by surprise. He quickly stands up and takes his dirty gloves off, much like any servant would at the approach of a special guest.]

The Twining manor, sir. I am their employee.

[That is what he says. What his voice and expression say is something less complicated: this is my home.]

[peter hears what he says and gets what he means, and nods, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.]

Seems like a really nice place. And I'm Peter, no sir'ing necessary.

How'd you make it?

[It is also a very personal place, so Kevin is a little embarrassed to admit what he has been up to.]

Exsilium's library used to have many books on England. I merely gave them to this room as a reference, and then attempted to correct anything that was amiss...I fear that part was solely based on memory.

[And the whole process took him several days, but Kevin wished the garden to look as natural as possible, as close to its original as possible.]