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[aberrant_type]

WHO: Zoe Hange and YOU
WHERE: exploring all round Maurtia Falls
WHEN: open through February
WHAT: Hange wanders town and experiments with her botanokinesis powers.
WARNINGS: None at present.

[This month, Hange is dedicating herself to learning more about the new world she's arrived in, and becoming better acquainted with new technologies and general novelties. She also has her powers to practice; she can see many avenues for her botanokinesis to become very useful, but it's no good if she hasn't thoroughly mastered the ability!

So soon after a plant attack, it might be a bit distressing for anyone who notices this weird plant activity going on. Perhaps it could be an aftershock, so to speak? Either way, she isn't completely flashy with it.

Hange's activities this month include:

A.

[She tries ice cream for the first time at a parlor that locally sources its stuff. It's so delicious that it shocks her a little - sugary sweets are rare and expensive treats where she's from. Even an officer like her can't afford to splurge on a treat whenever she'd like. She stands on the corner eating her cone of raspberry sorbet, her face tight and weirdly emotional. This ice cream cone might actually make her cry.]

B.

[Supermarkets are another shock to the senses. So much food, so much plenty, fresh produce and meat and packaged foods, all available in bulk, all available in one place - it's overwhelming! Food rationing has been a thing and her people have been hungry for ages, at home. She can't stay for too long before she feels bitterly angry at this plenty, in contrast to everything her home needs. She buys a newspaper, a bag of apples, two peaches and two nectarines before she sets out.

Hange eats the peach as she walks and then casually tosses the pit into a planted arrangement at the street corner. Then she goes into a coffee shop on the corner and purchases a coffee - it's a nice place, so the coffee is served rich and black, with cream and sugar on the side to be added as the drinker wishes. From there, Hange focuses on the peach she dropped.

She can feel all those plants and all the potential. It takes her some moments to sort through that feeling, the profusion of life there that dazzles the senses, before she catches the peach and pushes something (she can't identify what) out towards it.

Unseen, the pit quickens to life. The pit seems to crack as a white root strikes down for the earth and a green plant reaches up.

She can tell something is happening and pushes harder, staring out the window. She could appear absentminded, her brow furrowed, which is why she picked the spot. The peach tree rises higher much quicker than is natural.

It's causing some strain for her, not an undue amount, nothing she can't deal with. Hange keeps pushing.
The peach tree rises higher, a young sapling now, and then as Hange continues to concentrate grows thicker and taller with branches that stretch further and bud with green leaves - green leaves that fold open,
as the trunk continues to thicken and the tree grows higher.

Hange takes a five minute break and drinks some coffee. Her heart is pounding.

Then it's back for the finish, pushing harder, further. She can feel the branches spreading out,
intricate, the roots unseen but equally complex, hungry for nutrition, water and life. Blossoms pop open on the peach tree.

Hange takes another break and finishes her coffee. Then she focuses, not on the entire tree, but first on the roots to push them deeper, then on the branches. There's a feeling of potentiality there. Something new is waiting to happen. Three of the peach blossoms form fruit. Two fruits stay green and hard and one balloons into a perfect sunset colored peach.

Her work on this one is done. Hange spends another few minutes gazing out the window, then gets up and leaves.

A nectarine is eaten - the sugars taste so good to her - and the pit is dropped next to a nondescript tree planted in the sidewalk. Hange takes a seat on a bench not in immediate line of sight and concentrates again. The nectarine tree grows to a similar level of maturity.

Hange buys a hot dog from a street vendor and eats it leaning on the wall. This is draining her somewhat.
Like any muscle, the power needs exercise to become strong.]

C - cont'd from B.

[At last Hange makes her way to a local park. She's eating an apple as she arrives, and drops the core in a random spot, then takes a stroll around the grounds, occasionally dropping an entire apple as she goes. It's a shocking waste of food for her, but she's getting full and... this world has no need to be stingy, does it? She can drop an apple here an there.

Then she finds a park bench to sit on and unfolds her newspaper. Around her, when she reaches, she can find and identify the fruits she placed. There's that strong backdrop of life here again.

This is the biggest effort she's put in yet. Hange reaches for the trees one by one, rotating through each of them. Even the seeds in the uneaten apples germinate, and the apple becomes fuel for them - which is good, because Hange is getting very tired. The seeds grow, though. Small trees rise up and push down,
and then bigger and bigger as she concentrates on each in turn. Her heart thumps in her ears and she doesn't see the words on the newspaper she holds in front of her face. The trees are spindly saplings now,
and she chooses one to focus on and pushes and pushes. It grows taller and thicker and blossoms as the peach tree did. Hange sweats and feels lightheaded and keeps going, because what's the point if she can't push past the discomfort? Leaves fan open, perhaps half the blossoms form into small green fruit. Hange thinks she's getting the hang of it now. The leaves are large enough to sustain the tree and the fruit swell, becoming red and golden apples. If someone had the nerve to pick one and eat one, the flesh would be fragrant, sweet, and near perfect.

Hange feels like she might faint. That definitely overdid it some. She sits back on the bench and shields herself with her newspaper.]

Comments

WILDCARD BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[knaval]

[late one afternoon in the first week of february, hange will recieve a text from riptide:]

hey i figured out how to make myself better for human passengers!! u wanna come see?

GOOD GOOD WILDCARDS WELCOME

[aberrant_type]

YES OF COURSE I DO!!!!!!!! WHERE CAN I FIND YOU??

[knaval]

same beech we went on the first trip
u wanna go underwater?
it wont be long - mayb 5 mins? but i can get down far in that time

C

[ghoulking]

[ trees growing on their own while you are passing by is nothing natural, obviously. And in a world where imPorts exists, this certainly fits one of their powers, and kaneki doesn't really look that freaked out about it, at least.

he watches the trees growing in size, the flowers and the fruits, and once the spectacle seems done, Kaneki looks around to find Hange on a bench with a newspaper. ImPorts are very easy to spot, but of course it helps when it's a familiar face - kaneki approaches, smiling just a little (he didn't forget she threatened him, but honestly, it's something that happens when you are a ghoul) ]

I'm going to assume you did that. [ he tilts his head towards one of the trees ]

[aberrant_type]

[Her head is still swimming but the approach of a person-eating monster (sorry Kaneki) does wonders to sharpen her up. Hange's eyes crack open and rake him up and down keenly.

She has a defense, she has to keep that in mind - she thinks she could shift to Titan even now, if it were required. Therefore, she seems wary, but not aggressive.

There is also no point in lying.]

Botanokinesis was the power granted to me by the Porter.

[ghoulking]

Oh- not so long ago I commented about someone who had similar powers - and could grow plants on people's tongue if they wanted to. [ he is amused ]

Is it the same with you?

kinda sorta wildcard

[secondplacescrow]

[ Edd is just minding his own business in Maurita Falls. In honestly, he liked the Falls better than De Chima. Sure, the residents in this are more likely to stab you, but that's the kind of life Edd is sort of expecting, being from Westeros.

Either way, Edd spent his day walking around the city, exploring, with his raven and his little raincloud that will occasionally appear and rain on him before Edd shoos it away.

Unfortunately, he can't shoo his own raven as easily and its always by his side. As a result, it's rather unfortunate habit of stealing food from fingers, whether it is Edd or a stranger's, tend to make the most confrontations. Such as stealing seeds from a young girl's hand. ]

wildcards welcome :D

[aberrant_type]

[It is incredibly bold for any bird to steal an apple core straight out of somebody's hand. Hange, in fact, can hardly believe what she just saw for a moment, which is a rarity for her.]

Excuse me!

[secondplacescrow]

[ Edd's going to be slapped for this, he can tell.]

Sorry about that. If it makes you feel any better, he regularly steals my breakfast.

C

[nastygram]

What the hell,

[says a voice from behind Hange.

Darlene came to the park to chill. She is for sure not the outdoorsy type. City parks are a familiar level of nature, islands of earth tones bordered by thick concrete and wrought iron. A good place to smoke up, which is what Darlene came here to do--not that she couldn't in the comfort of home, but she's been inside for days, working, and the weather today is surprisingly mild for February--enough incentive for Darlene to get a froyo and unzip her jacket to get some sun while she sat and ate and smoked and took advantage of the fresh air or whatever.

And then the trees started growing.

There is nothing hallucinatory about weed. Darlene had plucked the joint from her mouth for its safety, as tree trunks pushed their way out of the soil, and branches reached out, and leaves unfurled. The apples are splashes of color between all that green, like a kid's drawing.

Now that nature has kind of settled, it's mammal reaction time. There's a dog in the near-by dog park barking its freaking head off. The owner, standing by the fence with the unclipped leash in his hand, is staring at the trees. Darlene looks between him, and the dog, and the chick on the other park bench who looks wiped.]

Yo. Dude. Hey.

[She snaps her fingers to get the girl's attention. The joint is pinched between the fingers of her other hand. She has both feet on the ground now, uncurled from her lazy feet on the bench posture of before. Still wearing her sunglasses.]

[aberrant_type]

Hmm?

[Hange drops her newspaper just a bit. Her eyes crack open. She still looks wiped, but she takes in Darlene with keen alertness. Hange's job requires pushing through acute exhaustion, carrying on when you want to drop.]

Are you talking to me?

[nastygram]

It's just you and me so, yeah, I'm talking to you.

[The dog is still barking; the guy is still staring. Darlene narrows her eyes, though it's hidden behind her sunglasses.]

Either that guy over there is really good at faking some serious surprise or you're the one who went all plant witch and grew up some new trees. For some reason. Are you parks district?

B

[queenofseers]

[ Cassandra isn't the most observant person in the world. See: every time she's completely missed the point about why someone is doing something. If you get her really interested in something, though, she's going to be into it enough that she picks up strange details. Which is how she notices Hange leaving the coffee shop holding fruits just after witnessing an entire peach tree grow from a pit.

Of course weird shit like this would happen on one of the few days she's spent considerable time outside since her arrival (gods also need groceries, sometimes).

She doesn't exactly run right up to Hange, although a part of her wants to once she's put two and two together. When she catches up to her after the next tree grows, though, she's too curious to say nothing. ]

Is the middle of the city really the best place to be testing your botanical abilities?

Re: B

[aberrant_type]

[Ah! Hange turns to this stranger with a big, buoyant, mischievous grin. Not only was it a test of her abilities - she was also curious to see if any strangers would comment. Meeting other imPorts is interesting.]

I think they're rather beautiful here, don't you? Right in the middle of all this human industry. [She pulls an apple out of her bag and offers it to Cassandra. She can spare one.]

[queenofseers]

[ Cass takes the apple mostly because she feels obligated to, with an incredulous look on her face. She was expecting this person to be far more defensive, or at least surprised. Being welcoming is...odd. And Cass rarely gets the chance to start a conversation just for it to be small talk. ]

I...sure. But you're not worried about people noticing? Or if you damage property? I can't imagine spontaneously growing trees everywhere is legal. Let alone completely safe.

A; I'd love him to see her powers too, I just didn't want to give you too many on the same prompts!

[devoutish]

[Alfie just happens to be passing by on the street, a newspaper tucked under his arm and a leashed dog attached to each hand. Spotting Hange, he can't help but comment.]

That, there, is the look of a woman who's never had ice cream before, or who hasn't had some in a very long time. What's that, strawberry? Looks too bright to be strawberry.

[He's only passingly familiar with sorbet.]

no worries!! she'll use her powers a lot so many opportunities will come! :D

[aberrant_type]

Ah - [There's some sorbet on her upper lip. Hange licks it off, jerking a bit as she looks at this stranger. He caught her slightly off guard... distracted by the shock of all that sugar.]

Was it so obvious? We didn't have this at home, so this is my first time trying it. They called this one a "raspberry sorbet," but I'm not sure how that's different from ice cream.

[devoutish]

It's more watery than ice cream. Less creamy. Not as good.

[That's his expert opinion, anyway.]

Try some proper ice cream, some day. It's too sweet here, but it's not bad.

c; i apologize for him

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus is not, suffice to say, entirely pleased with bountiful plant life after the disaster that was the Philosopher's Stone incident. He's in the midst of crossing the park with his two dogs (one bernese mountain dog, one chihuahua, both fairly stupid looking, bless their little doggy hearts) when trees start growing in front of him.

Magnus' stupid instincts kick in sooner than his (admittedly not entirely bright) brain and, with a yell, he immediately punches the tree.

It's not one of his finer moments. ]

calm down magnus

[aberrant_type]

[Magnus, please! This poor innocent tree did nothing to deserve the abuse. In response to the punch, it only rustles and grows taller. Also some blossoms drop their petals, tighten inward, and then bulge out into little baby apples.

Nearby, Hange hears the yell and sits upright on the bench.]

Huh?

[The tree stops growing...]

he will never calm down

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus hisses, rubbing at his knuckles and staring suspiciously at the tree. It's still pretty damn sinister. He gives it another punch for good measure, because nobody's ever taught him that if you do something and it hurts, you probably shouldn't just do it again.

...But it's stopped growing, which is as good as its going to get. He sniffs dubiously, then turns to find someone to corroborate his story, make sure he's not going crazy. Eventually he sees Hange and raises a brow at her. ]

Hey! You saw that too, right? That it was growing and shit?

c ish?

[holisticallydetecting]

[He saw her in the grocery store. He was all set to say hi - a grin rising to his lips and his hand rising for a wave and then- she was gone. Slipped out between the time it took to stand around awkwardly and then to walk towards her. He sighed, but noted to himself that she had bought some fruit - so he made sure to buy more. Unfortunately he bought weird ones - like a horned melon, a pitaya, a few carambolas, and some lychee nuts. It wasn't because he thought he was being clever. It was because they were there, and interesting looking, and she liked fruit, apparently.

It was a while later when he finally left the grocery store, and happened to wander through the park on his way back to the house.

He was sort of lost in his own little world, humming to himself, when suddenly next to him a tree blossomed.

He -

well, he yelped, and dropped his groceries. He stared at the tree and ran over to it, knocking on the bark.]

Are you okay in there?? Everything is going to be alright, I promise!!

between b and c let's say!

[aberrant_type]

[Dirk, what a sweetheart! She'll be delighted to try those new, strange and interesting things, and experiment with them later. Once she's got her wind back.

Right now though, she's just relaxing on a bench about half a block away from where the tree-growing action is taking place. This is an endeavor to practice her range a bit, and at this distance it's definitely harder. That voice though! That voice is familiar! Hange leans back, lolling over the bench, and looks towards the tree and who's talking to it - then laughs melodiously and whistles at Dirk. A one-two note, falling melodiously in tone. Over here, chum!]

C

[heliophilic]

[By chance M notices the apple litterer in the park, and it's only by the grace of his implants does he not actually pick them up and dump them all in her lap, instead finding a nice, safe distance to watch the show. By the time Hange finishes, he's approaching her, smoothie in hand.]

Pretty sure you just made public enemy number one with the parks department.

[M sits beside her on the bench and places the smoothie between them.]

Berry smoothie with bananas and almond milk. It'll give you an energy boost after that display.

[aberrant_type]

[Midnighter's making waves as one of the only gentlemen Hange has met, ever, in her 30 years on this bitch of an earth. She doesn't know what bananas or almond milk are, or to be frank what a smoothie is, but when she drops her newspaper to look this stranger and offering over, it looks like a delicious new experience. One she's glad to accept. In return, he gets a big, mischievous smile slowly spreading over her face.]

The parks department? I can make a neat getaway, I'm sure, then they can dig them up, or chop them down. [or she could be a good samaritan and kill off her work.] I assume you aren't one of their ilk.