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[freemade_grace]

[action]

[It had been like sleeping, but not. Quicker, easier, and softer. Without pain. Thoughts like bubbles to be examined at leisure, and time meant nothing. She had touched it before, but never like that, never like it had been. How long, she would not ask or tell. The Vine was ignored in favour of thought

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[restlessdevil]

[Zenobia was just getting something to eat at the orchard. She doesn't have to eat to live, but now that food's available to her again, she's damn well going to enjoy it! She takes a bite of an apple and then notices someone walking nearby. A few moments later she approaches...]

Oh hi! [Zenobia pauses for a moment, thinking.] We spoke before, over the vine, I think. Though I don't think we exchanged names. I'm Zenobia.

[freemade_grace]

[She remembers this one. She'd been rather cheery about the whole thing until they'd mentioned a brief bit of their pasts and then it had devolved into seriousness.]

We did, I recall you. My name is Jill, and it's good to meet you properly

[restlessdevil]

Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you face to face.

So, what brings you here? Looking for food? These apples are really good.

[freemade_grace]

More or less contemplation. But now that you mention it...I don't recall the last time I've tried an apple.

How about the ruins? If not just pick any unusual place!

[peachhat]

Not seen many earth-crawling humans in this particular place.

[The one who had just spoken up was a woman sitting nearby, in the air, on a floating rock. She had a somewhat bored look on her face as she looked down, but then suddenly a startled expression formed on her face as she spotted the arm.]

Wait, no, you're a youkai, aren't you? Not a very strong one, I bet.

Ruins work fine!

[freemade_grace]

[She looks up at the floating rock woman, taking a long drag before replying.]

Never heard the word "youkai" before. I'm a human, if you count Remades among them. [Which many people didn't. They saw them as less than human, and so she had to make an allowance for them.]

Re: Ruins work fine!

[peachhat]

Really? Only a human? [She seemed to be somewhat disappointed.]

Are you sure you aren't a youkai...er...a demon? I mean, you got that arm there.

What's a Remades?

[freemade_grace]

Quite sure. I haven't always had it, and I doubt I'd be this calm about being ripped from my realm if I was a daemon.

[How to succinctly explain...] A Remade is someone who has been altered by thaumaturgy-or "magic", as I've heard it called-either biologically or mechanically for some reason, mainly punishment. The vast majority of regular humans hold bias against them for that reason, and treat them as a separate class of citizens-thus why I label myself as one rather than simply saying human.

Or to place it even more concisely, we've been made different for various reasons.

[aunomdedieu]

[ If Jill wanders in the vicinity of the ocean, she'll find Caprica there, dressed in a white sundress she found in her wardrobe - she never wore anything like this even when she was pretending to be human, but the fabric is light and smooth on her skin and she appreciates the way it feels.

She has been isolating herself from the others for now, deliberately, but being cooped up in Gaius's house with so many memories attendant there has made her feel restless and frustrated. Imprisoned as much as if she were still in Galactica's brig. The whole of the Gardens is a cage, but it is a broad enough one that she does not always feel the urge to beat on the invisible bars. The house she can get away from, even if she will always, inevitably, go back, tethered to it by necessity and by love

[freemade_grace]

[By now, her mind has soothed itself, thoughts coming one at a time as they should, as they used to. The more desperate of her thoughts have been dismissed as irrational and childish-like cutting off the arm and pretending not to be Jill anymore. For better or worse, these Gardens had restored it, and her life, and for the moment, figuring out why seemed to be the best option.

Her steps lead her to the ocean, the one she has heard cautions for and invitations in varying amounts. How long has it been since she saw an ocean, or even a port? Not since she came to the Gardens, or for months beforehand. Captivity wasn't kind to such idle wishes as the waterside. Still, it feels clean here, and she pauses to breathe the air deep into her lungs, a sharp change from the smoke of earlier.

Jill notices the other woman, but doesn't return the smile quite yet. She sees the curiosity, and is silently grateful that she says nothing at the moment. Still, it is a matter that needs to be addressed at some point, and so after waiting what she feels