video ❀ 01

[precaria]

[ Aerith appears to have finally decided to get around to using her communicator more, now that she's had some time to get settled in and explore (and also establish that there really isn't anyone she knows from home around here). Her hair looks a little damp and her face a little flushed, like she's been out in the rain, but she's smiling, an empty basket in her hands. ]

I don't suppose there are very many flowers growing around here, are there? It looks like it might take a little time to get back in business since I have to work from scratch.

[ She shifts the basket aside, pointing the camera toward a raw patch of earth that she's clearly been tilling, dug right down into in a particularly large section of missing/damaged pavement. There's a scattering of flowers there, growing just as resiliently as ever in a place where they have no business being. ]

No place is too gloomy for me to work with. Soon, I'll be able to fill the whole basket! I'll accept orders in advance, limit one per person.

[ She laughs faintly, playful, teasing, and turns the camera upward again. ]

Do you think—"they" would allow something like a flower shop around here, anyway? If I'm going to be here awhile, it may not be a bad idea to keep busy. —Busy-er.

Comments

[precaria]

An ancient beach?

[ ANCIENT??? It definitely catches her interest, at the very least. ]

I don't know if I'm quite up to that task, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try. Most of my gardening is pretty amateur.

[yourdistraction]

Yes, they said it was ancient, but it was in the sky! We flew there! I don't quite understand it myself, but it was fascinating.

I'm still rather new to it as well! In this sense, at least... To try to create something from nothing is so very different from what I learned at home.

[precaria]

I wish I had been here to see it!

[ Well, sort of. She still hasn't decided whether being here is a good thing or not, but at least with something interesting like that it'd keep her mind off of being homesick. ]

Still, putting them to use is better than just leaving them to—get stale.

[yourdistraction]

Though this world is wet and lonely, I don't think it's beyond hope. I think it can see colors again.

[precaria]

I hope so. Even if it's just one little bud at a time.

[ She reaches down just slightly off screen to give the tiny petals of her struggling flowers a touch. ]

[yourdistraction]

I'm glad we agree!

[ A pause, like she's unsure. Herpaderp socializing. She tries! ]

My name is Merrill.

[precaria]

[ Aerith smiles at the introduction. It's been awhile since she's really had to introduce herself to anyone. Been awhile since she felt like it'd be okay to, too. ]

Aerith. Nice to meet you, Merrill. You've been here awhile?

[yourdistraction]

Oh, not long at all! Maybe over a month?

[precaria]

Oh, that's not much longer than me. Only a few weeks here, if I remember right. I might not be.

[yourdistraction]

It is hard to tell the days apart when they all look the same, isn't it!

[precaria]

That's exactly it! It only gets a little bit lighter during the day and a little bit darker at night, but otherwise it all just blend together.

[yourdistraction]

I'm shocked that people are able to live here!

[ Like literally... How are they not all dead by now? ]

[precaria]

I guess they would have to. If you're exposed to something for long enough... what choice do you have but to adapt?

[yourdistraction]

[ Um...die off? That's not a pleasant option but with such a depleted world, isn't it only a matter of time? ]

If they were unable to smuggle goods from the United Earth or other times, I truly wonder...