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Indecisive Meme!

So! Al has a problem and I'm sure many of you share the same problem.

So many muses to pick from, only one spot to app with!

And so here's the game

1. Post with a muse you have that you've been curious about bringing to Trans, maybe set up a scene if you feel perky.
2. Get tags from the current muses of Trans_9!
3. Or get tags from muses who will be joining Trans_9 soon!
4. Or maybe tag around with your potential muse in other musethreads.
5. ???
6. Cake!
~~7.There is no cake~~

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Oh look, a strange woman in robes in Hydroponics. Who appears to be glaring at everything.

Alanna wasn't terribly put off by the glaring and, in fact, she was perfectly capable of out glaring the best of them under the right circumstances, but for now she wore a friendly smile.

"Hello there," she nodded at the robbed woman. Curiosity ran through her as she inspected the woman. Robes were typically worn by mages or those who served the gods, but the ones this woman wore were unfamiliar to her. "I'm Alanna," the knight said with a slight bow. "I don't believe that we've met."

Rosethorn's glare doesn't abate much, though at least the woman in front of her looks proper enough.

"Rosethorn. Are you responsible for this travesty against nature?" A sweep of one arm indicted the plants around her.

Alanna eyes flashed for a moment, bristling some at the stranger's tone, but she clamped down on the angry retort that came to her unbidden. Years of training had taught her discipline at least.

"I have no hand in the plants, Lady Rosethorn. I am a knight, not a gardener," she told Rosethorn in a clipped tone, trying to hold to her best court manners until she got a better feel for the situation.

Rosethorn snorted slightly. Ahh, knights. She didn't have a great deal of patience for that type. "I'm no noble. And if you aren't in charge of this, who is?"

Alanna was more then happy to drop the formal speak. It had its uses, but she generally preferred to simply be herself. Although still irritated by Rosethorn's attitude, she had a better grip on herself now. "I don't know. I suppose no one given the shape that they're in," she answered stiffly, her eyes drifting back to the plants. While she was saddened to see the plants in such a pitiful state, Alanna was still confused by the older woman's anger. It was a pity certainly that the plants had withered so, but the reaction seemed to be overdone.

She shrugged. "I doubt that anyone would be terribly put off if you wanted to care for them yourself. Some extra work should bring them back I'd think." Not that Alanna knew much of taking care of plants. Neither her training as a knight nor her training in magic had ever required her to learn about caring for plants. Still, if you want something done, then you should do it yourself. If Rosethorn was so disturbed by the plants' condition, it was better that she take action rather then complain about it. Alanna had met too many people who blustered, but did nothing and she had very little patience for it.

Rosethorn pinched the bridge of her nose. "Bringing them back to life isn't the problem. The problem is that plants don't like being grown out of season like this in... fake ground."

"The plants don't like it?" Alanna watched Rosethorn uncertainly, thrown by the woman's phrasing. It wasn't as though she'd never heard something similar said before, but usually it was said in jest or at least not generally said in a terribly serious manner. This woman sounded very serious. "I suppose they'll have to make due. There don't seem to be too many options around here."

(OOC: I'm so sorry for the wait. If you don't want to take this further, we can let it drop, but I don't mind playing this out further if you want to do so.)

Rosethorn was far more used to this sort of conversation than she would prefer to be - when she had to have it with other plant mages, well. That was a sorry state of affairs to say the least.

"They may not think the same way we do, but plants have their own sort of feelings. Growing them out of seasons is like... oh, taking someone who's used to waking at dawn and making them stay up through the night instead."

[OOC: No worries! I could use the practice with her :)]

Alanna frowned, watching Rosethorn carefully and trying to weigh the claims that she was making. Could the other woman really understand plants as she seemed to be indicating? How? Could it be magic of some sort? That might explain the other woman's manner of dress some, she supposed. Mages often wore robes in her experience, although the ones that Rosethorn wore were unfamiliar to her. Still, magic with plants? She hadn't heard of such a thing before this. Then again, she'd be the first to acknowledge that she there were a number of different types of magic. The Gift and the ancient magic of the Bazhir were only two examples of many.

"You're saying that you can understand plants?" she asked curiously, seeking confirmation. "How? Is it magic?"

(OOC: Thank you. I'm glad. :) I could use the practice with Alanna too. I need to work on her voice more.)

A short, sharp nod in return. "Ambient plant mages aren't the most common breed, but there's enough of us around." A simple enough explanation - though she could feel little tendrils of...something radiating off the woman, now that she was paying attention. Not university-magic, but... like it, maybe.

Ambient plant magic? It wasn't something that she'd ever head of before, but she didn't doubt the woman. Rosethorn's attitude seemed straightforward enough and that Alanna liked about her, even if the mage's rough tone still made her bristle a bit. No games. It was something that she appreciated.

She'd always been more interested in the fighting arts then magic and that still remained true, even though she was much more comfortable with magic now then she had been when she'd been a girl. But, she enjoyed leaning new things. Only a fool chooses ignorance over knowledge. "I've never heard of ambient magic before," she commented, meeting Rosethorn's gaze. "May I ask how it works?"

Rosethorn raised a skeptical eyebrow - but things were odd enough around this place that she was willing to let a little slide.

"Our magic works through something - usually a craft of some sort. Metalworking, textiles, cooking, the like."

Sandry really couldn't help but smile at the sight of Rosethorn's scowl. Even with Daja awake, it was still entirely possible to feel lonely. Rosethorn waking from the pods gave her hope that the others would soon follow.

Sandry beamed up at the older woman from the large root she sat on. "I had wondered how long it would take you to wind your way here."

Rosethorn's glare faded a little - not that you'd notice if you didn't know her, but the subtle shift was there. She had yet to feel her wayward former student on-board this vessel, but a familiar face was always good.

"Good to see this ship isn't entirely full of imbeciles." If there was a faint hint of almost-humor there - well, she'd likely deny it.

It was a noticeable enough shift for Sandry to follow, and it made her smile all the more. Rosethorn was Rosethorn, no matter the setting.

"Not completely," Sandry agreed, more than a hint of amusement in her own voice. "I've actually been pleasantly surprised at the number of intelligent individuals on this ship."

Rosethorn made a small, non-commital noise that probably passed for acquiescence. "No gardeners among them though, it appears."

"Not so many that I have seen. I do know of a young man named Tom who has some interest in plants. He mostly keeps to his garden in the city, though." He was also the one who had been kind enough to show Sandry around Hydroponics before, in search of some form of cotton-esque plant.

"Hmph. I don't blame him - the pretend-sun is a little more convincing, there." She glanced around at the plants in the room. "This is as bad as Crane's greenhouse."

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