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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.]