Video un: ChasingRabbits

[wishforaneye]

I wonder.

[In view was a rose bush, a pale hand cupping a rose of delicate blue, others yet to bloom and some still with their petals curled close within the shot. Moving then, downwards as fingertips brushed open petals of another.]

Does anyone have a particularly favorite color of rose?

[The one under Alice's touch slowly darkened in color, going from shades of blue to purple to pink-]

These have been coming along well.

[A project she'd taken up with Break, once things had settled between them and weren't so tender. A play with Darkblood abilities, and of course she'd taken to it like a duck to water. Of course it was a project she'd let take up a lot of her time, a distraction from things that had been going on.

A want of seeing beautiful flower gardens once upon a time not a terrible inspiration to sink time in to. A creative outlet.]

Whether the color has meaning to you or not, isn't it nice to see something you like? Perhaps thought you might never again, even something so small as a rose of a particular hue.

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video ; un: echo

[individualized]

...The blue looked nice.

video; un: lady

[dohaeris]

[sansa watches the pale blue rose with soft eyes. her face falls almost imperceptibly when it changes color.]

Oh...that one, the–pale blue. They were very rare on my world, and–always my favorite.

[she smiles sadly, but then she brightens.]

There is another color I like very much, a sort of...gold? It had pink around the edges. If you might wait a moment–

[but her white raven omen swoops into frame, holding a carefully dried rose in his beak. sansa accepts it with a smile.]

Thank you, Winter.

[she holds it up to the omni camera.]

Like this.

video; un: justanadventurer

[aetherweaver]

I'm quite partial to pink roses, myself. Not that there's any particular meaning I ascribe to them... they just look nice with a variety of colors as background.

un: eudaimonikos; video

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael leans his face against a curled fist, watching this display somewhat wistfully.]

I like the pink ones, and the purple ones. Used to make flowers all the time back home...

video; un: joker

[stealhearted]

The colors can mean different things, right? So my favorite would probably depend on the circumstance.

[ a beat, and then: ] But red's always a good standby.

[wishforaneye]

I've quite a few- I'm partial to them myself- oh.

[A thought, bringing the omni over to show a rose bush that had a few shades of blue.]

Would you like me to bring some inside? We can put them in a vase for you.

[Perhaps see if they could be kept like that, given some experiments in her own room.]

[wishforaneye]

I'm quite fond of them myself- I've dozes in my room.

[Her voice was soft, even if for a moment the camera view remained on the roses- and at least with a panning there could be other pale blue roses growing well. A few purple ones, and some that were a mix of purple and blue- much like the one she was describing.

Colors aside, of course.

She turned the omni so she could get a better look-]

Oh, that is beautiful. I could try to replicate it, if you'd like.

[Small things, Alice found and truly believed could mean the most to people. Including herself.]

[wishforaneye]

There is a language of flowers- so roses, in particular, have many meanings depending upon color.

[Her laugh was soft-] I just find them pretty myself, despite holding a fondness for some in particular.

[Still, the camera moved and landed on a grouping of soft pink roses. A hand reaching carefully to cup one, it blooming fuller to the touch.]

Pink like this? I know they can be darker, or even brighter.

[wishforaneye]

I never got to see flowers back home- someone promised me, once, to take me to see a flower garden.

[Her tone kept light, wistful almost, and implied all the same that promise was never fulfilled.

Still! She moved the camera on to a group of roses, a few of them a mix of purple and pink, and others more solid with hints of the other along the edges.]

I think, perhaps, making one will be just as good, if not better. [She hummed, as if a thought came back-] What flowers did you used to make?

I'd love to hear about it, honestly.

[wishforaneye]

They can! A whole language that roses hold by color alone- I don't really know it well myself.

[She picked up then, walking along a few rose bushes and- well, there were a few deep red ones she settled by. Most not quite open, but that changed when she reached out and carefully brushed fingertips along one stem, avoiding thorns.

A large red rose opened as if in fast forward.]

I was always fond of blue myself- and pink is also delightful, really.

[aetherweaver]

Yes, like that. Nothing super vibrant, just... gentle and sweet.

I'm not very good at botany or alchemy myself, but I can definitely appreciate them. I know that roses have a variety of uses other than just being nice to look at, but I prefer to leave the gathering to the experts.

That's a wonderful ability you have there though, getting flowers to bloom.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, all kinds! Most of them were real ones that existed on Earth, but I'd get a little creative too, here and there.

[It requires a little background, Michael supposes; he doubles back.]

I've recently taken over operations of the more pleasant half of the human afterlife. Heaven, if you want to call it that. Humans like flowers. It isn't all flower gardens, of course, that'd be boring - but I like plants, too. I guess it's a little nostalgic.

[The fake Good Place had flowers all over! His understanding of humans was a lot more basic back then, but he'd known more than enough to make a convincing heaven for them. Even years later, he was still a little proud to find that the real Good Place looked quite similar!]

[wishforaneye]

The Abyss only had golden lights- and even then human desire broke it, and I was left in a broken place. [Alice-] It's fixed now, of course. My sister shared with me what she could when we switched places before that, however! Even if we still weren't allowed out of the tower to really see anything.

Still, that sounds like fun. [Alice settled where she was, the omni's view bobbing a bit as she let it float out of hand.

All the better to find her in the middle of a lot of rose bushes with various colors- mostly shades of blue with some pinks.]

It still sounds delightful, especially if you could get creative- I think people had an idea of 'Heaven'- but the world connected to the Abyss ran on a cycle, souls reincarnated every 100 years after their deaths, unless knocked off the cycle. Still, there was a place where they wait for that. Perhaps that would be a little like Heaven?

[The concept of angels existed after all, and getting into it more had her wondering what she'd be considered in words with heavens and hells.]

Humans are strange, but at least beauty is a concept remains. Flowers and plants are lovely, after all.

[individualized]

It is not a color I recall seeing before.

[Not that she really perused florists ever but still.

Echo is a bit taken aback by the suggestion.]

If... If you feel like doing so, that is fine. I am unsure how long flowers last in this environment, however.

[wishforaneye]

I know they can be used to make tea- and the edible ones used for baked goods at times. Rosehips, too.

[Now she was wondering if she could bring that up to Break, if the roses either o them made could be used like that. Edible petals.]

It's been practice, making the roses and helping them bloom- even manipulating their colors. Adding something nice to look at.

[wishforaneye]

It's rare, I believe- but not so with practice here.

[Alice sat, likely mid-air, pondering a little.]

I have them growing in various spots of my room. Perhaps we can do that with yours? They seem to be growing without issue and are lasting. It couldn't hurt to see if bringing in those from here inside might do the same.

The House has been happy to have them inside, I've found. [A little more life never hurt.]

[aetherweaver]

I know rosehips are also good for pain, as long as they're not overused.

[He nods and smiles at her again, tilting his head slightly to the side.]

Is that an ability you had before here, or is that new?

[eudaimonikos]

I'm very fond of humans. They...care a lot, about a lot of things.

[Demons do that too, but about things. Not people.]

We've got a system set up so that people can leave, when they want to. Otherwise, the whole thing's just a big trap. But no one knows what happens to them then, not even me. Maybe they do reincarnate.

[The question of it worries Michael, a little. But no one he really knows well has departed yet. It's not a concern for right now. From an immortal's perspective, anyhow, it's sort of difficult for him to fully believe that he'll never see someone again. Not when he's got all of eternity to wait.]

Does that mean you've got a finite number of potential humans? Or do new ones still appear sometimes?

[wishforaneye]

Are they? I'm still learning myself since I've never had access to these things before.

[That? That was a bit of knowledge she'd tuck away. Rosehip tea would be helpful at times during winter here, she felt.]

I'm not sure- I could create so many things before, but... [The omni was taken in both hands, turned all so she could let it go. Allowing it to float as even she sat mid-air herself once in view.] But, I don't know if I ever thought to try with flowers much.

It could very well be somethin to do with abilities here.

[Darkblood Bullshit™]

[aetherweaver]

Ah. I've yet to find out what abilities have been added to what I can do, here. But I'm still very new - I only showed up at the beginning of this month.

What sort of other things did you create before?

[wishforaneye]

They are beautiful, horrible, wonderful, cruel creatures- but so many of them care to an absolute fault, and that is part of why they're wonderful.

[A single person could nearly destroy a world because of desire, misplaced caring.]

I don't know- there's so many different cycles of 100 years, and even those that become trapped from the cycle can be return if they're freed from the Dolls. From the Abyss.

[Save for those who were utterly destroyed by the Abyss and the powers within.]

It's always a fragile balance, a tipping point, but the story plays on.

[wishforaneye]

Then you will have a wonderful and frightening time- change can be frightening after all, correct? I hope you've people to catch you and hold you up here. [She meant it wholeheartedly, too. New or old.]

I created Dolls at times, if someone managed to reach me and asked for one for something in particular. [Something about the way she said Dolls managed to carry something heavy to it. Not mere play things.] I could also create places within the dimension I dwelled, use broken pieces that had fallen in.

[aetherweaver]

It can be, but I welcome change. It'd be terribly boring if things stayed the same.

Dolls? Hm.

[Interesting. Something to tuck away for later, to ask at another time.]

You lived in a dimension separate from others, then? Could you leave it?

[wishforaneye]

This place tests, and tests. It's as good as it is awful, in a way. this horrible, wonderful world.

Dolls- they can be very unruly, of course, the ones born of the Abyss.

[The ones she created were less unruly, but frighteningly powerful. Reason she wanted to do more things to create than destroy, here at least.]

No and yes- I could switch souls with my sister, use her body to interact with the world attached when she'd allow it. Outside of that I was trapped. We had out own little space, too, in-between.

[individualized]

I see. Then the coloration is a result of blood magic rather than selective breeding?

[Echo also ponders this, though she is firmly in her bed even if she wishes she could go about normally already without people shoving her back here.]

I had not considered the properties of the house. If it is not a wasted display of dead flora, it's worth investigating at least. I'm not sure if I will like having them here or not honestly.

[There was no judgment in her final statement, she really has no idea.]