More backdatings- 7/20ish [action/video]

[notvitiligo]

[The recreation of the ruins is quickly becoming Jessica's go-to place for alone time and moping; it's fairly remote, nobody hangs out there, and it's closed in enough for privacy. Because when you are flopped on the stone floor drawing abstract doodles in your notebook, you really need to be able to focus and avoid interruptions

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[video]

[tasercopter]

You and me both.

That plant's an asshole.

[notvitiligo]

At least in reality TV there's the prospect of an award. Here you just get messed with because someone's messing with you.

[tasercopter]

It'd have to be a fucking fantastic prize to make up for this.

But hey, at least you're just sitting there. It didn't show you reading a poem, or getting your ass kicked or changing clothes. Or show you to someone you hate on purpose--unless you hate me, in which case it did. [She grins, joking.]

[notvitiligo]

Usually it's a substantial amount of money. Plus I guess getting seen by millions of people. That's apparently a reward for some people.

Yeah, I just... would kind of rather not have to deal with being seen by the entire Garden right now. Maybe there's something absolutely fascinating going on somewhere else.

[Video]

[restlessdevil]

Jessica... you okay?

[notvitiligo]

[She considers this, thinks of lying, then decides to just admit things to herself. She droops.] Not really, no.

[restlessdevil]

Can I help? Where are you? I can be there right away!

[notvitiligo]

There's... some buildings at the edge of the Gardens.

video; woops

[jemerite]

[Zinc is indoors, curled on the floor with her chin on her knees.]

What are you doing?

[notvitiligo]

...admittedly, not much. Just having a hard time, I guess.

How're you doing? Getting used to the craziness?

[jemerite]

[She has to consider this. Barely a week...]

I guess. [She had latched on to her landlady and followed her around like a sad little puppy.] But I would rather not.

[It wasn't the same as Barbet. However, she would prefer not to think about it, so despite the fact that she doesn't really care, she asks,]

What's wrong?

[notvitiligo]

Eh, it makes some stuff easier to deal with, at least.

[She looks down at her notebook, scribbling vaguely.] ...personal stuff.

[urbanwonderland]

[Reeve's smile is one of commiseration.]

For such a physical paradise, it certainly has a way of seeming orchestrated to put one through mental hell.
Sorry you're being intruded upon, I've given up trying to control what this little miracle [She gestures towards the vine.] shows me.

But if you do want to talk, here I am.

[notvitiligo]

Yeah... [She leans her head on her hand] I guess it's my own fault, but right now it feels like it's rubbing things in my face.

[urbanwonderland]

Well, I'm not sure how having a feeling-- no matter what it is, could be your "fault". It's not as if you signed up for all this! But I know that whether you did or didn't is beside the point. It makes everything more difficult to handle, feeling so exposed.

[notvitiligo]

It's my fault if I can't get over it, though. I mean, you can't just wallow in stupid stuff.

Doesn't help, either, having this whole place reminding me how much I suck.

[bestmoirail]

[Nepeta had been prowling around when she came upon the ruins, and began to explore. It didn't take her long to spot Jessica, and her interest is perked when she sees she has a sketchbook. She pads on over to her.]

May I see what you're drawing?

[notvitiligo]

[Whoa why is there someone here what is this] Um... I guess?

[She hands the notebook over, guardedly. It starts as little diagrams- molecules, some different cells- quickly descending into the sort of scribbles one usually finds on notepads near phones.]

I'm not an artist or anything.

[bestmoirail]

[Nepeta takes the notebook gingerly and gives it a curious look. She's rather puzzled by the diagrams---she doesn't really know what they are exactly never having gone to any sort of school but she wants to know what they are.]

What are these? [she points to some of them.]

[notvitiligo]

Oh, um... [The distraction is actually somewhat welcome]

Plant cell, animal cell... uh, that one's caffeine, and... that's cyanide. [Jessica: may have been a bit dramatic there.]