01 - handwritten and voice

[somedaytogether]

[The page is covered with notes on the roses she has been tending – measurements of growth, records of infections and fungus attacks, times of watering – everything that might be useful to the next generation of plants. Rita reaches over and scrawls the number at the bottom of the page, and then watches in disbelief as half the notes disappear beneath a wall of text.

She reads carefully over as many of the old posts as she can, following the links to the FAQ. As she reads, she mutters out loud to herself.]

This is so weird. It seems so impossible, and yet it’s happening. I’m sure it is happening. I haven’t gone mad, though the world might have. And the roses. How do I explain them? Why do they feel so familiar?

[She realizes that this is being transmitted.]

Well that’s awkward. My apologies to anyone who runs across this. I didn't realize how, ah, flexible the system was. And if you are listening, then I suppose I should say nice to meet you.

Comments

[somedaytogether]

I have to admit, I'm kind of hoping to give all the roses away. But don't take them if you don't want them. I'd never want to impose.

[Amrita almost doesn't say anything else, but she has to talk to someone about this, and oops, Julien is a listening ear.]

You know, when the roses appeared, I was with the head of my department. He was off to a college dinner, and he asked me to give him a rose for his suit. So I did, and it was yellow, pretty close to his hair colour actually. And just now I wanted to give you a blue rose, and you have blue hair too.

I don't even know what I'm thinking. What kind of memory would be strongly connected to giving people roses? I don't even especially like roses.

[espigeonage]

I don't think it's a real imposition if it's not like a carfull and the person's not allergic!

Maybe the other you just likes matching flowers to people. Someone with a strong aesthetic sense? These things are always confusing.

What if I said my hair was naturally mostly black and I bleach and dye it, and I've really got to make an appointment soon to get my roots?

[somedaytogether]

That's a pretty weird hobby for her to have. But as a hypothesis, it seems perfectly reasonable.

I guess I would find the hair dye comforting.

Thank you for being so sensible about this. I guess I just find the whole transition of having another person in my head unnerving. I'm very used to being me.

[espigeonage]

lol, good, I was a little afraid you'd offer black and white roses too. :P

Oh, it's very unnerving! I know just one person who doesn't find himself and the person in his memories to feel different at all. That would make things so much easier.

The Apostle seems so coolly focused, not like me at all, but I keep getting pieces of his mind. Guess I'll be more useful if I'm more like him, but... yeesh.

[somedaytogether]

I have them if you want them, but they might be a bit much. Besides, the black roses... well they smell strange. Like incense and rot. Although that said, hold on-

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I have them if you want them, but they might be a bit much. Besides, the black roses... well they smell strange. Like incense and rot. Although that said, hold on-

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Yes, the purple roses smell strange as well. I caught wine and musk and poppies and metal. And the blue roses smell like old-fashioned sweets and sunshine. There must be a logic behind them, but I can't figure it out.

I don't think being useful is worth giving up your self for. I certainly know <i>I</i> couldn't make that choice.

[espigeonage]

No, no, two colors is good enough for me! And that all is decidedly weird. Hardly the strangest thing going, but worth noting all right.

It seems to be out of my hands. Maybe I'm already not myself. But there are people I care about here. Even if the Apostle wouldn't care, he'd still want to protect them, and be better at it than I am.

[somedaytogether]

((OOC omg damn you html. You betray me again.))

Yes. I'll keep an eye on them, and see what conclusions I can draw.

That's very noble of you. But something in me says that it's a bad idea. That you're better off staying yourself, even if that means you can't protect everyone.

I don't know why I think that though.

[espigeonage]

((It's a treacherous creature!))

Hmm. I know I'm changing, as a person I mean. I don't think I'd be doing this a few month ago. What's the other me and what's just me, though? Sometimes it's hard to tell.

[somedaytogether]

I suppose all you can hope for is to do the best you can, and make the best decisions available to you.

[And then she laughs, because sometimes, what else can you do?]

[espigeonage]

Lol, pretty much! I try not to worry about things I can't change or prepare for. There are too many to keep track of, I'd just get overwhelmed!

[somedaytogether]

Very true.

When would be a good time to bring the roses over?

[espigeonage]

Uh, I guess it depends on if things go horribly wrong here or not. I can't say just now. Contact you later? Or if I don't, float them out to sea for me, or something, lol.

[he means if things go badly enough that he gets killed. What a cheerful thought, Jules.]

[somedaytogether]

I will. And in the meantime, I'll hope for your success. Who knows, maybe I have psychic powers.

[espigeonage]

Thank you kindly, then! It would just be rude to go and fail now.

[somedaytogether]

I'm going to go and move my rose bushes. I've been putting it off, but it needs to be done before someone sees them. Good luck with the investigation, and send me a message when you get back.