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[lastofthebog]

WHO: Galla and you
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Throughout January
WHAT: Catch-all w/open starters. Hit me up at jiora if you want anything more specific!
WARNINGS: None expected; will update if necessary


1. Please explain your modern musics

[ Because Galla certainly does not understand. As part of her attempts to adapt to this new world, she's paid a visit to a local record store to investigate the musical trends—a fine insight into a new culture. She's found a bank of headphones with the hottest tracks queued up to sample and has been standing there for well over an hour now, working her way through the different genres with varied reactions. At the moment she's listening to an especially patriotic country song, mouth twisted in a smile caught somewhere between bemusement and confusion. ]

How many anthems does this country need?



2. Spring...is in the air???

[ At least it is in the corner of one of the parks in Maurtia Falls. Galla's decided to do a little reading outside today. She's also decided to enhance her surroundings a little. At first the grass around the bench she's sitting on just looks a brighter green, and there's a few more wildflowers scattered around. And, as the minutes tick past, there are more flowers sprouting around her. Bright and vibrants wildflowers overtake the grass, growing into lush mounds of greenery until only a path from the bench to the trail it's place near is left clear and grassy. ]

Much better.

Comments

2.

[subourbon]

[Alison notices the miraculous display of sprouting flowers midway through a conversation over her communicator and stops entirely in her tracks and leaving the person on the other side hanging. She hurriedly makes her excuses and hangs up before approaching Galla along the path, all smiles and friendliness.

Which probably signals that she wants something.]

Hello! I'm Alison Hendrix and I couldn't help noticing the, ah... lovely display you've created here!

[lastofthebog]

[ Ah. That's a look she's come to recognize in her time, and it always leaves her wary. At least she's sure this woman can't have anything too irritating to ask of her. Probably. ]

Well met, Alison. I am Galla, and I suppose I was just a little bored by the plain grass.

[subourbon]

It's nice to meet you, Galla! And I have to say I think you have a great eye for detail!

[The last bit has a genuine note to it, as Alison can appreciate a well-balanced flower garden design.]

[lastofthebog]

You can thank nature for the detail. The plants provided the seeds. All I did was encourage their growth.

[ In strategic rates and areas, but the point remained as far as she was concerned. She couldn't choose what flowers grew; only that flowers should grow. ]

[subourbon]

That's fascinating! Did it take you long to learn how to do use your power?

[lastofthebog]

It took me months to learn them when I was first blessed with them, but that was when I was just a girl. I didn't receive anything new when I arrived here, though I understand that most imPorts do. I suppose that's one advantage I have.

[subourbon]

[Alison grimaces a little at the memory of learning to use one of her powers in a brutal all-nighter with her sister.]

Well, they're certainly an adjustment when it's something you're not used to.

[lastofthebog]

That they are. [ It had been a difficult time while she learned how to keep her powers from turning on at random as a youth. ]

Were yours an especially troublesome sort?

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[crimeboy]

[From time to time, Akira cam be seen perusing any number of stores. This one just happens to be a music store which he's in to see if there's any familiar music to him when the older woman speaks up.

He stares at her for a moment because was that question actually directed at him??? But eventually digs his hands in his pockets and gives her a little smile.]

I think there's only the one, but a lot of people are very proud of this country, and they're pretty loud about it.

So they write a whole bunch of songs that are similar. Pretty wierd, right?

[America, am I right? He kinda likes it tho, and smiles fairly warmly at the thought. To have passion like that...]

[lastofthebog]

Weird is a good word for it. I am quite familiar with a pride in ones' own people and land, but this is...rather outspoken about it.

[ Maybe that was just a side effect of the size this country had grown to? She couldn't imagine what Hydra might be like if their population had grown as large as the US's was. ]

It's an interesting style of music though. Closer to the folk songs I'm accustomed to.

2.

[hardcut]

[ Arthur is in Maurtia Falls less than he's in the other porter cities, but he still finds reason to be in the area every now and again - friends, relevant businesses, and the like. Used to traveling on foot, he frequently cuts through parks to get where he's going (he doesn't shirk vehicles, he just doesn't think of them first-- despite working at a used car dealership now), and happens to pass by an empty bench in the morning.

Later, heading in the opposite direction, the bench is no longer empty.

Also: what the heck.

He walks past, but only makes it about a yard before he stops and backs up, pushing blocky sunglasses up to the top of his head. ]

Am I hallucinating?

[lastofthebog]

[ Galla glances up from her book and raises her eyebrows in a questioning expression, looking from Arthur to the flora surrounding her and back again. ]

Only if you're seeing anything other than a lovely new growth of flowers.

numero uno, hope you don't mind another thread so soon!

[heisenbitch]

[ Oh, hey. It's the old lady from the moon. Jesse, who had been very smartly dressed at the moon base grand opening, is not so smartly dressed today - baggy jeans that look several sizes too big for his scrawny frame, a loud t-shirt, a hoodie. A CD with crude album cover art on the front in his hand, he tugs the headphones blaring hip-hop music from his ears. The track about bitches, money and hos drowned out most of what the lady said. ]

Hey, 'sup. Sorry, what? Anthems?

of course not!

[lastofthebog]

[ Galla pulls one of the ears of her headphone away to focus her attention on Jesse instead. His clothes still leave her a little nonplussed even though she's seen the same style on countless others by now—it's so different from home. At least he's a familiar face though. ]

Anthems, yes. I'm not sure what else to call songs about how great a country is. [ She motions to a list of songs available at the headphone station she's at: a selection of patriotic songs mixed with country music's take on breakups and party songs. ]

hurrah!

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse sidesteps closer to peer at the playlist she's gesturing to. His mouth quirks in bemused distaste. Ew. Country music. But then, that quirk of his mouth turns into something a little more dryly amused as he cuts a glance back to the lady. ]

That's country music, yo. The kinda crap rednecks and bible bashers listen to.

[lastofthebog]

Bible bashers? [ Another new term, but thankfully one she can guess at the meaning of. ] I'd have expected hymns and devotionals from that sort, but I suppose this makes some sense if they don't have true gods in this world. A country gives them something real to...adore.

[ She turns another look on him, more curious than unsure this time. ]

What sort of music do you prefer?

[heisenbitch]

Ah... [ A glance down at the crass CD in his hand, which he taps against his fingertips. He looks back to the lady. ] Stuff you probably wouldn't wanna listen to.

[lastofthebog]

[ She follows his gaze to the CD, quietly making a note of the title for investigation later, and sighs with a faintly amused smile. ]

Maybe not, but I won't know what I like or dislike in this world until I experience it. But if you'd rather not share, that's quite alright.

[heisenbitch]

[ Well... that's true, about her not knowing what she might like or dislike if she doesn't know about it. ]

Hip-hop and rap, mostly. EDM, dubstep, y'know, stuff old people hate. Um— ah, I mean, not that you're old, I mean like...

[ Jesse trails off because... she totally is old, and he's totally put his foot in it. ]

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[shiroics]

[ Shiro might be based in Heropa, but he's been making an effort to go out and get to know the other Porter cities. Maurtia Falls is no Arus or Olkarion, nor is it the same as being back on his own Earth, but the freedom of movement feels like a homecoming in its own right. It's...nice, knowing he can strike out on a whim, go exploring just because he has time to kill, buy a sandwich and soda at a corner bodega and head towards a nearby park simply for the pleasure of late January sunshine.

He'd been hoping for a barren but picturesque pond with a nearby bench, or some good people-watching. Ducks, if he was lucky. Not a swathe of jewel-studded greenery that wouldn't look out of place on one of the more pastoral planets Shiro's been on.

There's a little bit of Arus in Maurtia Falls, after all.]

Whoa. That's...that's incredible.

[lastofthebog]

[ Galla smiles graciously at the new face admiring her greenery and bows her head slightly in greeting. ]

No more amazing than the other abilities that my fellow imPorts have, but I do agree it does create quite a view.

[shiroics]

I don't know. Most of us have a trick or two up our sleeves, but you've brought summer to the middle of winter.

[ Pidge would love this, he thinks with a pang. If his fellow paladin were here, she'd be bubbling over with questions about how this woman's power works, whether it can be compared to Olkari bio-engineering. Maybe that's why he breaks free of his usual reticence to offer: ]

I have a friend back home who can do something similar, but she has to wear a headband. Something about using neural impulses to send binary commands? I couldn't really follow the details.

[lastofthebog]

[ That smile turns a little vacant and confused. There are some key words that she just doesn't understand at all—what the heck are binary commands? Some sort of magic?? ]

I don't know about impulses or what binary is, but...I don't think they have anything to do with my power. [ Probably?? ] I simply ask the plants or creatures to grow as I wish, and they do.

[shiroics]

[ Shiro goes a little wide-eyed again. ]

You can make animals grow as well?

[ That's...impressive and unsettling, in a way the plants aren't. Though there are almost certainly sentient alien plants out there that Shiro hasn't met yet, or has and never realized, so maybe he's being closed-minded. ]

[lastofthebog]

To a degree.

[ She marks her place in the book and closes it, turning her full attention on him now. ]

I can only will insects to grow in number, but I am able to use this same power to...shall we say, encourage an animal or person's body to heal more quickly.