Room 234/236 : Sunday afternoon until evening

[mparkerceo]

Parker had separated out her orchid seedlings into the controls-- which she was keeping in Room 234 -- and the ones she'd already designated as the brave adventurers on the frontier of magical and radiation experimentation

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[willbedone]

Willow knocked on the door, a stuffed-dog shaped backpack slung over her shoulder.

[mparkerceo]

Parker opened the door with one elbow, and smiled when she saw Willow, while holding up gloved hands covered with dirt. "Hey! The seedlings are all ready to be magicked. Come in." She cocked an eyebrow at Willow as she held the door open with her foot. "'Made of awesome'?"

[willbedone]

"As a reporter it is my job to report the truth," Willow replied with a grin. She came inside and looked for a spot to put her bag down where it wouldn't be in Parker's way.

[mparkerceo]

"Well, thanks. And they say the press is biased." Parker gestured over to the daybed, saying, "You can put your pack there, and sit down," then folded herself down next to the coffee table, which was currently covered in tiny ceramic pots, as well as the floor next to it. "The ones on the floor were microwaved. The ones on the coffee table weren't. Do you need more room? Or for me to take Esme out of here?" She shot the bunny a glance, where she was sniffing through the slats of her habitat. "I don't need Esme singing. That would just be weird."

[willbedone]

Willow set her bag down and began to take out her supplies. "Esme can stay if she wants. This spell should be plant-specific, so she shouldn't come out of it singing unless she accidentally eats the seeds."

[mparkerceo]

"You hear that? No orchids for you!" Parker pointed at Esme, then grinned, cocking her head as she watched Willow set up. "So, how long before they're chirping and humming away? A week or so?"

[willbedone]

"Oh, did you want humming?" Willow asked. "Because I was going to make sure they knew the words. But I can do humming if you'd rather. Just a small tweak. Consider me like a magical Burger King where you can have spells your way, only without the fries and the greasyness and the plastic decor that's not found in nature."

[mparkerceo]

Parker grinned. "I just assumed they're have to hum before they could sing, but no. Singing is good. Possibly with volume control?" She looked around. "There's an awful lot of seedlings...."

[ooc: and I go away for 2 hours!]

[willbedone]

Willow pulled out her notebook and wrote down some adjustments in it. "Volume control we can do. Is there a language preference? I was assuming English."

[mparkerceo]

"Let's stick with that. I don't need French lullabyes. And it's not like the plants probably care." Parker patted some of the soil down around the seedlings, then stripped off her gloves. "I'll move the ones to be left alone but exposed over to the other side of the room. That way you don't have to worry about your aim."

[willbedone]

"Did you know Frere Jacques is a name?" Willow asked, distracted by the lullabyes comment. "All those times we sang it in kindergarten and I thought it was nonsense syllabyles."

[mparkerceo]

Parker cocked her head and blinked, picking up two of the plants. "Well, yes. Brother John. But then, I speak French, sooooo, not much of a surprise there." She looked speculatively at the ones in her hands. "Hmm. Maybe we *should* get them to sing in Spanish, or Japanese, just for variety."

[willbedone]

"It could be like a Model UN, only with plants!" Willow said, excited. "Or like a Benneton ad, only not as obnoxious."

[mparkerceo]

"Okay, now? This must happen," Parker decided, moving another two unaffected pots over to the windowsill and stereo cabinet. "So what do you think? Spanish, French, and Japanese? Maybe Tagalog. I've always wondered what that sounded like."

[willbedone]

"No problem," Willow said, making more adjustments. "I assume small groups of each?"

[mparkerceo]

"Yes. Oh, and I meant to ask you-- your Radio notes said Isabel stood up Seely? Was there any note on when that date got made?" Parker's got her suspicions about it.