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058th metal
[ spam, greenhouse ]
[ Recently, anyone entering the garden (while Zane is there) experiences a mild increase in general peacefulness. It's a subtle effect, like releasing a heavy breath, like feeling some tension melt away. It could just be attributed to the pretty, idyllic setting. The greenery. The hush.
But the more psychically sensitive may be able to identify it as a gentle pull on all emotions in the area.
Zane can be found watering, pruning, fertilizing, tending the plants. ]
[ spam, CTS, on top of the greenhouse dome ]
[ He hasn't been around much the last few weeks, preferring to stay in and watch the newborn rabbits under his care. But they're growing more independent and he's growing restless. His lover still hasn't awakened from the coma yet. Nor has Marsh. He climbs the greenhouse dome in leaps far beyond what an (apparent) human should be able to do, soaring through the air and landing lightly on his feet.
Eventually, time finds him in front of the CTS, struggling with the decision to enter. He is dressed in a mistcloak, made of interwoven strips, independently moving; in the mist, he would be almost completely invisible. As it is, it's a little overdramatic in light of day. But it belonged to a mentor of his. He likes it. ]
[ video ]
[ He may look a lot like Stephen Hart, but his voice is lower, no evidence of an English accent. He studies the camera, and says: ]
I could use more help in the garden.
[ And then hangs up. There, that was all he wanted to say. ]
[ Recently, anyone entering the garden (while Zane is there) experiences a mild increase in general peacefulness. It's a subtle effect, like releasing a heavy breath, like feeling some tension melt away. It could just be attributed to the pretty, idyllic setting. The greenery. The hush.
But the more psychically sensitive may be able to identify it as a gentle pull on all emotions in the area.
Zane can be found watering, pruning, fertilizing, tending the plants. ]
[ spam, CTS, on top of the greenhouse dome ]
[ He hasn't been around much the last few weeks, preferring to stay in and watch the newborn rabbits under his care. But they're growing more independent and he's growing restless. His lover still hasn't awakened from the coma yet. Nor has Marsh. He climbs the greenhouse dome in leaps far beyond what an (apparent) human should be able to do, soaring through the air and landing lightly on his feet.
Eventually, time finds him in front of the CTS, struggling with the decision to enter. He is dressed in a mistcloak, made of interwoven strips, independently moving; in the mist, he would be almost completely invisible. As it is, it's a little overdramatic in light of day. But it belonged to a mentor of his. He likes it. ]
[ video ]
[ He may look a lot like Stephen Hart, but his voice is lower, no evidence of an English accent. He studies the camera, and says: ]
I could use more help in the garden.
[ And then hangs up. There, that was all he wanted to say. ]
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Do your spells work here? Have you tried?
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Afraid I ain't had the opportunity to test it. I can't conjure anything for myself, there's rules I gotta abide.
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[ He's generally in favor of inmates testing their abilities. And he's curious if this as affected as usual. ]
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He tilts his head down one of the paths towards the tool shed, indicating that he's going to go there and Facilier is invited to come along. ]
You don't just ask them?
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Never thought they'd listen to inmate requests. Guess I'm still new to this.
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What can you do with the tarot cards? Just see things?
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[He lets out a sigh.] I sure do miss 'em. Don't feel quite myself without them.
[This, at least, is absolutely true.]
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Ah well, good things come to those who wait.