( Cut for tl;dr and mild violence. )

[So, where do dead girls go when they leave the Gardens?

... Well, Jean doesn't know anymore than anyone else would.] Strange... [There's a look of confusion on Jean's face as she touches the Vine, but it's quickly wiped away in favor of a more neutral look. She's resigned that this is where she is going to remain.] I feel as though I was... trapped ( Read more... )

[There are sounds of gunfire from a certain part of the Garden-hollow sounds of metal against metal, a futile attempt, but none the less, an attempt. With her back faced to the mirror stands Gabrielle, her slender fingers wrapped around a handgun. It's hard to believe the woman, dressed and groomed so nicely the way she is, is currently helping ( Read more... )

Hey, hey, check it out!

*the video screen is showing the inside of Kazumi's room. She moves aside to let the video show four of those 'robots' crowded around her Playstation 3 console, playing a video game against each other*

It took a bit to stop them from trying to take it apart instead of just playing it, but ... pretty cool, huh?

...

They' ( Read more... )

[The stomping of the creatures into the Gardens puts a knife of pain up through her guts. The crushed flowers and discarded trees are all shrieking from the damage. She doesn't let it get to her, she's been through worse. A century ago the land was worse than just stomped, it was being drained and rotted and desecrated. She'd lost so many of her ( Read more... )

[A woman stands in front of a mirror, one hand on her hip as she looks off into the distance. In the background, the sounds of things being destroyed can be heard. Rather than sounding alarmed, the woman sounds incredibly amused, punctuated by the half-grin she throws in the direction of the mirror]

Travel far enough into the fringes of open space, ( Read more... )

Finding a pattern in all of this is almost impossible. New people seem to arrive in small bursts, but there is never any consistency. With the Queen the way she is, that shouldn't be a surprise.

[ A frustrated sigh. Clare's been trying to find ways to keep occupied, without much success. It isn't easy to go from a life of constant fighting to a ( Read more... )

[The Vine shows a woman lounging in the grass. She's on the lean side, green eyed, and crowned with a messy head of vividly red hair. There are marks on her face that might be tattoos: a single scarlet slash under each eye. She looks as if she started to get dressed but grew bored or tired midway through the attempt. She's wearing nothing but a ( Read more... )

[Today, Conchita is lying out on her stomach, nibbling blades of grass. She's been eating and eating, but honestly? She's absolutely lost. She's been taken care of her entire life. She's dependent on others, and she doesn't know what to do with herself, especially here. So the Vine is catching her just lying there, seeming miserable and half- ( Read more... )

[The library is in the background of the mirror.] Hey guys. Girls. Whatever. Uh, I figured it'd probably help to have some more information down about this place, so... I've compiled some stuff.

[She briefly struggles with tilting the mirror, then gives up and instead lifts some documents into view.]

First up is the timeline. It's ( Read more... )