I think we can all agree that there was NO WAY we could have known that not pampering the flowers would lead to the release of horrible plant monsters. The important thing is to focus on fighting them off rather than on who may have not properly cared for their plant, and to accept that they probably feel terrible about it already.

So this, then, is the true form of the flowers?

How magnificent. Truly a blossoming without peer.

And beyond that, a fine lesson for those who neglected their obligation...

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[Signum is looking, extremely confused, at the tiny flowerbud she found while following the string around her ankle. She still has Laevatein out from trying to hack the cord off, in fact, but she's largely forgotten about it due to the weirdness of the situation.]

Why have I been tied to a flower?

...what do I do with a flower, for that ( Read more... )

[Rin's looking a lot less awkward than the last time she posted, and prodding the flower's leaves extremely gently - and rather fondly - with a senbon as she speaks.]It doesn't resemble any of the nastier plants from where I'm from, so I'm guessing it's harmless. Does anyone have information suggesting otherwise? Or, um, maybe explaining why they ( Read more... )

YOU'RE INVITED!

TO AMERICA'S SUPER-AWESOME-COOL SLEEPOVER!

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[When Sol wakes up in the morning, she's only half surprised to find the thread tied around her ankle. Surprised because she definitely wasn't expecting it, and unsurprised because waking up with strange things attached to her wasn't all that unusual after waking up in a strange place with no exit. Upon finding herself unable to remove the string ( Read more... )

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This-does she think that heart is equated with physicality? That's completely-

[And she stops with a sharp gasp of pain, followed by a long pause.]

I refuse! You can't-

[She cuts herself off with a short scream, and her tone shifts from challenging to fractured as she struggles to speak.]

No...I...please, I can't...not this...

[ The poor vine can't go without its share of abuse around here. There's... something, very large and very purple covering the mirror's view. Or, wait, no, something smaller, but still very purple, smashed up against it. It twists and rolls, and shoots off of the ground in flight with a show of pale blue sparks ( Read more... )