( 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... )

This is Captain Jamie T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise. [a faint smirk flickers across her mouth at that before she continues speaking] By the looks of things, I've managed to get myself marooned again, so if someone could point me to the nearest Starfleet outpost, I'll hail my ship and be out of your hair before you can set the wild animals on me. [ ( 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 face of the woman that appears in the vine looks, for the most part, slightly confused, one hand on her gut.]

I… was not quite expecting to wake up again. [Her gaze moves around, investigating her surroundings before she looks back into the mirror, the look of confusion wiped from her face. She looks more serious now]

My name is Jean. Are there ( Read more... )