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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. ]

Threaded | Flat

[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.]

[This whole VR business is still a bit beyond Eren, and it's one of the few places he's been actively avoiding since he arrived 12 days ago. It's unsettling. The most unsettling thing on the goddamn moon, because the rest of the base, at the very least, is consistent. The walls don't change. He's pretty sure they're real. But this virtual reality thing is a room that invents illusions, tangible ones, and that's going too far beyond his already compromised comfort zone.

But there it is.

And when he feels like he's at risk of dying from boredom, nearly two weeks into his stay, he finally gives in and gives the VR room another try. He's already going crazy, so why... why not.

He wasn't expecting to find a garden, however. He squints in the virtual sunlight, taking in the scene with a sudden pang of — homesickness? They don't have archetypal British gardens, specifically, back in his world, but it doesn't matter — greenery is greenery and it's been way too long since he's seen any. And it's beautiful, even if it's fake.

He's still a little on the tense side as he wanders further in, like he doesn't trust the soft grass under his shoes (he doesn't), but so far, it's holding up. He wonders if he's alone.]

Hey, hello? Is anyone in here?

[ Continued from here

He allows himself to be pulled along. He'll refrain from overt mocking; but not smiling is somewhat beyond him. ]

Mister Cecil...

[ It's the beginning of a gentle reproach, until he hears the birds and smells the flowers. Ah, even... even that? ]

My goodness. You really are fond of the sunshine, aren't you?