un: karma (video)

[torpour]

[the view is not of nehan as the username attached to this video would imply, but of two different plants preserved in jars on a countertop. no erune on your screens today.]

I have a request-- more specifically, an offer for fair trade. If you have an abundance of unwanted plants in your house, please bring them to me. Or I can visit your dwelling and remove them myself. Name your price. [a pause, then his gloved hand comes from the top of the camera, pointing at the plants from left to right.] In particular, I'm interested in these. Lacrimosa, which only blooms in dark areas where no sources of light reach, reeds from an island from my world for healing.

[no one asked him what the plants do, but he rambled anyway because he's a nerd.]

But any plant you don't want will do. They'll be useful, in one way or another.

Also, Flynn, Richie: this is the best opportunity I can give you when it comes to learning and making your own medicines.

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video; un: trashmouth

[measuringdicks]

You could swing by the greenhouse here any time, they're free. Even more free now because they're growing fucking everywhere, it's wild. [Even through the cracks in the floor, which is driving Richie up the wall.]

Haven't got any Lacrimosa, though. Want me to try making some while this moon shit lasts? I dunno if it'll happen on command or if I'm gonna grow any more fucking weeds, but I can try.

[torpour]

I'd prefer to supervise, both with the plant you will grow, and the experiments I will be making you conduct with your herbs.

After all, without a sample, you're likely to get some things wrong. [taps the jar of the purple flower again.]

[measuringdicks]

'Kay, so—if I grow it and I get it wrong, how'm I gonna know that I fucked it up? Like, preferably before I actually put it on somebody. I don't wanna accidentally poison them, that'd get me some pissed-off reviews.

[As flippant as Richie sounds, there's a real concern in his voice. He does want to get this right.

As evidenced by the sound of something cracking just out of sight, and Richie glancing over and heaving just the biggest sigh.]

Also, how do you feel about yellow lilies? 'Cause a bunch of them just sprung up.

[torpour]

Specific yellow lilies can deal with certain types of poisoning. I would have to see the plant itself to know exactly what to do.

[then he sighs, and gathers up the jars to put them away.]

Stay at home, I'm coming over shortly to give you my lacrimosa sample, and take those plants off your hands.

[measuringdicks]

Please take ‘em off my hands, there’s only so much room in the greenhouse and I’ve got animals here. [Calling to something off-screen:] Gucci! Don’t touch that, you don’t know where that’s been!

[Sure enough, once Nehan gets to the clinic, Richie has put pretty much all the animals and Pokémon (except for S’mores, who greets him outside while patrolling and seems very chill about this) in a corner while he harvests as much of the plants that have sprung up in his living room as he can. He looks supremely annoyed more than anything.]

Couldn’t do this in the fucking greenhouse, no, had to be here.

[And he just falls flat on his butt while trying to yank some yellow lilies loose.]

Hey, Nehan, there’s roses now too. You want some? [Pointing to a rosebush that has erupted from the floorboards.] I’m gonna need to make so many fucking repairs. This fucking month.

[torpour]

[nehan finds himself very, very fortunate to have packed light for this excursion, just carrying empty bags, a small kit for gardening and his ever-present weapons holster. navigating this place with many animals milling about would have been difficult. a nightmare, really. but his wolf omen sticks to his side to silently show that nehan would prefer some space, because of his special needs.

really, it's the crutch.]

What am I to do with roses... [though that's more for himself than for richie. still, he pulls the little glass jar with the lacrimosa sample out of his bag, and offers it to his student.] Fine, then.

Here, you may keep it, and do whatever you want with it. I have a lot of them at my own home. [like they knew where to grow, really.

the flower looks like it was made from crystal or glass, but it feels like a proper plant instead, with that silky feel.]

[measuringdicks]

Give 'em to someone, that's what you usually do with roses. [Richie takes the Lacrimosa sample, as gently and gingerly as possible. It looks crystalline, like a flower spun from the finest glass, but a very careful touch reveals that it's a real flower.] Probably take the thorns off first, though. Unless whoever they are's really into bloodplay or some weird shit like that.

[Yeah, that's a relatively tame joke for Richie. He does actually respect Nehan's expertise, and so leads him to the greenhouse, where an abundance of plants are. Some Taylor Swift songs are gently playing, from a mechanical turtle that's sitting in a position of importance.

Richie reaches gently up and pats the shell, his expression growing soft and sad for a moment. Then he shakes his head and puts the jar to the side with all the other plant specimens he's been collecting, since this month started and his powers went haywire.]

There's some of the yellow lilies. Feel free to pick whatever else you need. [As for the lacrimosa:] You said it needed to grow in darkness. How dark? Like, darker than the asscrack of hell, or just like regular kind of darkness?

video | un: sds

[fogsong]

I definitely haven't grown any of the ones you're looking for specifically but I do have plenty of dahlias, roses, and these white flowers I definitely wouldn't mind getting rid of.

[ It's been fun growing plants, sure, but it got less fun when she woke up with flowers popping out of her bed. Plus, the plants haven't been great for her mother's allergies. ] I could also give it a go growing the ones you're looking for, too, though I haven't really tested what I can and can't grow.

[torpour]

Hmm... Are you able to remove them yourself, even with the roots, or shall I make a house visit?

[fogsong]

I'm not exactly a gardener but I can probably get most of them if you give me a brief rundown on the best way to do it. Some of them will be... uh, difficult, though. Kind of sprouted out of my bed.

[torpour]

... Don't destroy your bed, just rip those plants like weeds.

As for the others... do you have an extra knife you're not going to miss?

[fogsong]

I got a couple actually but why would I need to not miss it?

[torpour]

Safety reasons. Even if you clean the blade properly, there's a chance debris was in the grip as well.

Kitchen knives are also not suited for cutting soil and live plants, there's a chance it will be ruined.

video; un: scifo

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn looks bad.

Worse, actually, than the last time Nehan saw him. He is pale and shadowed, and strange little rings of bruises are just visible on his throat. This would be alarming except the cause of them is pretty clear: dark tentacles trail over his shoulder and up into his hair, and visible just on the edge of the screen is a large cephalopod eye. This would make more sense if they were by the sea or any water at all, but Flynn is at his desk, with his bedroom bright behind him. ]

We have an abundance of plants, and I believe I saw some of those reeds growing in the backyard—they're medicinal? Is the process straightforward?

[torpour]

Hmm. [nehan moves the camera's view from his jars to himself, looking unimpressed as he sits in his armchair, legs crossed and displeased with flynn's appearance.]

Perhaps if they can make salves, they can deal with some of those bruises on your throat.

[thinkfirst]

...ah.

[ Flynn's hand comes up absently to brush them. There are more of them wrapped around his wrist, just above a small hand-shaped mark. ]

You... heard about the Leviathan, I assume?

[torpour]

[nehan's eye narrows even further when he sees the extra bruises, and the handprint. not just tentacles, but also a person?

perhaps if he plays his cards right and gets the right information out of flynn, someone will be finding a knife in their chest tonight.]

By word of mouth. In your own words, what was it?

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn's demeanor shifts all at once. Nehan may as well have asked him to report, for all that his back straightens and his chin goes tight and he responds, in crisp tones like he's reciting lesson: ]

A massive monster from the sea, larger than anything I have fought before. Raleigh Becket, who has fought such things before, called it a kaiju. It existed in many realities at once.

We fought it off.

[ Flynn swallows. The bruises on his throat shift with the movement, and a dark tentacle winds its way over his shoulder, up against his cheek. Oddly, Flynn leans into it. ]

But not without the valiant sacrifice of many of our fighters, including several children, the man [ also a child, Flynn's mind supplies, he has so much to make up for ] who predicted its arrival and marshaled our forces, and... Yuri.

Who is currently wrapped around me.

[torpour]

[nehan squints as if he is having trouble seeing what flynn is saying, what he's doing. or what's doing what to him. and his nose wrinkles with the way the tentacles wrap around him.

yuri, his... partner.]

Did he transform, or... is this his squid form?

[if it's the former, how can he help, he has to wonder.]

video; un: lady

[dohaeris]

[the camera is pointed at a carved weirwood tree bursting through the floorboards in what appears to be a neo-victorian parlor. debris and lighting would suggest it has broken through several walls, at least one of them to the outside. there is what appears to be an elegantly collared sled dog lying under the branches.]

They're said to be magic, but I've never heard of a maester finding any use for the sap or leaves.

Still, I'd gladly trade a little of either for good cloth or food for Lady.

[she will not let him harm the tree.]

[torpour]

If you're willing to trade a favor for a favor, the Night Walkers of Cellar Door are willing to clothe you to your preferences. [if one has preferences separate from the standard that other stores do. which nehan does. but anyway...

he's interested in that tree, because he's never seen any like it. he's interested in the challenge.]

What are your preferences with food?

[dohaeris]

[the camera wobbles for a bit and then she comes into frame: tall, fashionably dressed, hair braided back and pinned behind her head. she looks amused.]

I clothe the Night Walkers of Cellar Door. I'm always looking for more fabric.

Lady likes any sort of meat.

[well, not any sort, but she's not about to be the one to bring up questionable meat sources if she doesn't have to.]

[torpour]

[then he has to wonder why she still needs clothes... nevermind. he wont ask, just in case it becomes an argument, just because he has no energy today.]

Very well. Send me the address.

[dohaeris]

[in fact she needs the cloth to make the clothes. she'd prefer whole cloth but much of her work is done with salvage.]

The Rookery in Cellar Door. It's the building with a weirwood tree growing out of it.

[torpour]

... I have no idea what weirwood is, but I will eventually find out, wont I?

[because he knows cellar door quite well by now, and a tree growing out of a building would certainly be eyecatching.

nehan retrieves his omni and turns it to voice, but in between taking it in hand and changing its setting, a glimpse of him can be seen-- pale skin, grey hair, eyepatch and fluffy ears.]

Any other landmarks? Anything else I need to dig up while I'm there?