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[OPEN] gardening & sewing log for your domestic cottagecore needs

Who: Ain & You
What: Gardening + new tailor shop log
When: A day or two after everyone gets back from the Grove... people might be dying in the log under this we'll deal with it
Where: The Grove
Warnings: None, this is a peaceful and happy log-

I. - The Tailor Shop Prompt

[The Grove has a new shop when everyone returns from the beach. It's little, the outside sign woven with wooden motifs of leaves and carved text reading "NEEDLE & THREAD", and the windows having displays of mannequins in them, one of which has only fabric draped around its neck and the other which Ain is using to sew a dress. He's also wearing his own as he does this, ten different bobby pins in his hair to keep his bangs out of the way while he works.

Although he looks busy, shuffling about to get the display set up, he'll cheerfully greet people who come in and ask if they want anything done. He doesn't have anything premade yet because this place just opened, but he's happy to take requests — or sew something up, if you need it.]

II. - The Gardening Prompt

[After the tailor shop is fully set up, Ain can be seen walking around in short overalls with a ton of gardening supplies. Flower pots, seed packets, a toolbelt filled with gardening tools he got from Heimr... he has thirty-six packages of seeds, three each of any one type of plant, and he looks overjoyed digging in soil. He has become a Dirt Boy. Which is to say he has somehow gotten swipes of dirt on his face. If you want to help, or just stare at him, you can find Ain either:

a) futzing with flower pots and hanging planters that he's trying to get hung up on the awning of the tailor shop and on the other buildings, once things get planted; and he specifically tells you that the cacti need to be planted in large pots because they grow out too, not just up, and can you help him reach this and that or move this big heavy cactus flower pot over there?

b) digging holes into the actual ground, but not near the sunflowers so he doesn't harm them by accident, around the various buildings. Here is where he's planting lilies and frangipani and a bunch of other flowers, watering the spots the seeds are buried where they immediately spring to life thanks to him asking Moder to make them grow faster earlier. The Guardian herself is lingering in the distance supervising like a mom at the park.

c) Of course, if you didn't want to help with the process of planting things, you can find Ain a few hours later making flower crowns from the lantanas and lilies.]

[[ooc: if it's helpful to anyone wanting to garden, this is the full list of plants bought: cactus, aloe vera, lilies, frangipani, wisterias, fuchsias, begonias, hydrangeas, poppies, lantanas, calendulas, & gardenias. have fun planting plants :) ]]

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[Back at the Grove, Wolfwood has been...not exactly absent, but definitely not easily found. He's not been holing himself up at the house because he doesn't really want to be there much, already feeling weird about the way Vash dropped everything to leave it to both him and Livio. No, he's spending a majority of his time at the church, a place he feels equally strange at, but somehow less so these days in comparison. Imagine that. The pigeons have missed him and congregate around his feet any time he comes in, and once they realize Wolfwood will not be providing them with snacks, they flutter up into the rafters while he sits on one of the pews and smokes.

And smokes. And smokes.

He smokes through an entire pack, and then gets up to go buy more. That's when he notices the flowers.

Ain has gone nuts planting them basically anywhere he possibly could, and it's the little pops of color dotted around that lead him to the Tailor shop where Ain has happily situated himself, currently weaving flower crowns with some of those he'd just recently planted. It's only once he's already standing there that he realizes he's not sure why he came when he doesn't have anything to...say, but here he is, holding a half-crushed empty carton and needing to say something.]

You planted all these?

[A Tailor shop, huh? Well that's just what the doctor ordered, isn't it?

Sesa, weaponsmith but shitty at sewing, steps in through the front door carrying a little bundle of folded clothing that- even folded up as it is- is obviously full of holes. Holes ripped entirely through in some places, where others are simply frayed. Hm!]

Hello...?

[maybe livio hasn't gotten all of the moping out of his system yet, but still, he can't resist the allure of greenery. so when he spots ain's efforts around town, he'll crawl out of his Pit of Sadness™ to lend a hand.

he looks a bit different than when ain last saw him -- sporting a torn up leather poncho with a matching wide-brimmed hat over pitifully short cropped hair, but... let's not talk about all that! instead of inviting small talk with a normal greeting, livio just. lifts up one of the giant cactus pots.]

Where'd ya say y'wanted this?

[Wolfwood reeks of cigarette smoke, dear God. Ain's nose actually crinkles at the stench briefly. It's a bit overwhelming...

And speaking of church pigeons, Zinnia pops her head up from where she's sitting (on Dachie) (Ain doesn't have his hood today so she's improvised) and coos excitedly like!! that's the man that used to give me snacks!! Sometimes he hits me with a broom waow!!]

Mr. Priest! [Despite the scent, Ain is happy to see him. Maybe if he rolls around under the begonias he'll smell better.] Haha, I've been here all day getting the shop set up and planting things. Luckily, I don't need to sleep, so it was pretty easy.

[...Ain what time did you start. Ain—]

[Hello Zinnia, he is here. He does not have a broom to smack you with today, for a small blessing. He's just here with his none-cigarettes and trying to make sure he isn't accidentally standing all over Ain's flowers and ruining his hard work.]

Yeah...you mentioned that.

[The fact he doesn't sleep, he means.

He weighs the carton in his hand for a long moment before ultimately choosing this vice over another, shoving it into his blazer pocket as he walks closer to where Ain is sitting. Not too close though, he knows he reeks.]

Did one helluva' job. They look nice.

[It's so strange, to see flowers blooming everywhere like this. It's a sight no one would have seen back home.]

[Ain hears the bell over the door ring and a voice and he pops his head out of the back room like a rabbit coming out for springtime.]

Mr. Dragon!!

[He has entire rolls of cloth just. Around his shoulders. And one of those hand pincushion things, you know the ones that sit on the back of your hands? Yeah.]

[Why is everyone so sad :( it couldn't be because of the divorce arc and the INCOMING DEATH PLOT could it be :(

He does look different, and Ain cheekily comments on it as he tries to reach up and steal Livio's hat playfully, sorry—]

Mr. Giant, you cut your hair!

[And then he puts the hat on. Livio can easily take it back if he wants, though.]

Haha, if you could move it right here to this sunny spot just to the left of the tailor shop window, that would be great. In winter, I'll bring it back inside so that it doesn't die.

... Sure did.

[which, like. it made sense to at the time, but he still kinda wishes he hadn't.

anyway, he isn't complaining about ain yoinking the hat. maybe if he didn't know him, but he's comfortable enough with ain to know it's probably affectionate. he's already hauling the pot over to his specifications.]

I'll be able t'handle that for ya, y'know.

[Ain continues weaving stems together. The lantanas are particularly large, and he's clearly trying to match the bright purples and yellows with the lilies. Most of what he's grabbed there has been white, but he's currently searching a nearby patch of them for some pinks.]

Haha, I'm glad you think so. You didn't have flowers back home, you said, so I bet this is a little overwhelming. Ms. Moose Monster helped me grow them quicker, and when she walks places, flowers bloom under her hooves — but still, it's a lot more now.

[The lilies are quick to replace themselves when Ain plucks them, no doubt due to whatever enchantment Moder has on them. He sits back down closer to Wolfwood, weaving the pink lilies into the overall piece.

It... is huge. And he's tying the end at the back of the head off with ribbons.]

Which flowers are Mr. Priest's favourite?

[It's definitely affectionate, Ain simply steals things other people wear. This is now his hat. :) (He will give it back later.) Rather comically, his cowlick is poking out of the end of it, sweeping up toward the brim.]

Oh? Well then, I'll come find you in winter. Mr. Priest was telling me that where you're from, you have only sand and hot. Have you seen snow before?

[Ain doesn't realise Livio was here, y'know, last winter. As they talk, he's shuffling about to put more soil in more pots.]

[the cowlick... cute. maybe livio will notice as he walks back over, even smile a little bit.]

Yeah. That beach, minus the water, o' course, was closest to No Man's Land as we got around here. 'n yeah, it was the dead o' winter when I arrived. Just about froze my tits off.

[What are his favorite...? Kindof difficult to choose, when he's never seen most of them before. Overwhelming is putting it quite lightly, to say the least.

But for what it's worth, he does try to actually look. He looks over the flowers, all different colors and sizes.

Then he points to one, with big bunches of purple flowers with flat petals.]

Those. Whatever those're called.

[Hydrangeas.]

Hello! I see you've set yourself up quite the little shop here, hm?

[He lifts the clothes a little higher in his arms, which. Yeah, it's clear at the outset these things need some Help.]

I don't suppose you could assist me with a few minor repairs...?

[ After the Beach, being back at the Grove is exactly the relaxation he needs. He futzes with his own garden, before taking a stroll around to soothe his mind.

And when he spots Ain digging and planting plants?

He runs off back to his own garden in delight.

When he finally approaches Ain, he's carrying tiny pots with little cuttings in them. Rose, hibiscus, lemon balm, and butterfly pea. And his tail wiggles gleefully. ]

Hello, my friend! May I present a gift to you?

Those are hydrangeas.

[Ain shuffles over to one of the bushes. They're... y'know, huge fucking bushes filled with a billion flowers, and he plucks a few bunches before returning to his seat. The flower crown he just made gets plopped on top of his head before he sets to work on this one.]

Flowers have meaning and symbolism in popular folklore, you know. Purple hydrangeas like these mean "pride, royalty, and understanding". Blue ones are for apologies, expressing gratitude, or expressing understanding, like with purple. White ones can mean vanity, purity, or that you're boasting, and the pink ones are for romance, expressing your true feelings, or expressing sincerity.

[Weaving weaving.]

Of course, it's not really set in stone. People think about these things differently, depending on who's asked.

[Understanding...apologies. Wolfwood definitely lingers on very specific words there, even as he's still processing the weight on his head that Ain just placed there. That huge flower crown he was making he's just wearing now, and if this were from when they'd first met, he probably would have taken it off.

He doesn't do that here. He lets it stay right where it is, even as it slips down over his eyes just a little.]

Could have a whole conversation just usin' flowers, then.

Mm! Years ago, Ms. Magician taught me how to sew clothing. I like doing it quite a lot, so I figured I may as well offer services here.

[Does not explain who that is, just takes Sesa's clothing from him and flits over to a table to lay it out and oh buddy.]

Mr. Dragon, these are not minor repairs. Do you put your clothing through the blender every night instead of the washing machine?

[It's peepaw!!

Ain sits back on his calves, covered in dirt, looking so happy with progress so far. There's a sizeable hole dug for a hydrangea bush currently.]

Mr. Sheep!!! You're giving me something?

I am! I hope they are useful to you!

[ He carefully settles himself down beside Ain in the dirt, looking right at home there. Gardening is his joy, and he sorely missed it. Then gently sets the little pots down, pointing them out. ]

Rose. Hibiscus. Lemon Balm. Butterfly pea! Please, take them!

Oh, well, I'm glad they're still attached!

[oh my god Ain this man is Depressed now's not the time to comment on his tits—]

You must not have been used to it. Did you do anything fun, though? Like build a snowman?

[...nearly falls over with this bigass bag of soil in the meantime. Whoops. It's okay he's fine he's got his planters filled.]

Yeah? Me too. [because his body is already freakish enough, thanks.]

Not at all. Desert gets cold at night, but not that cold.

[he sees ain struggling and shrimply trudges over to lift it clear out of his hands. stronk.]

Nah. Some snowmen tried to kill us, though. 'n Vash 'n I had a snowball fight -- not the deadly sort.

Mmm... kind of, haha. A lot of flower meanings are more sentimental or romantic in nature. There are flowers you give to someone if someone close to them passes away, for example, or flowers for weddings, or to confess love. Things like that.

[Hums.]

You can even tell someone you hate them with them, too!

[wow that's great!]

[!!!!!! PLANT]

Haha, wow, really? Thanks, Mr. Sheep!! I'll take good care of them!

[He's picking up the pot of hibiscus and observing it. Hm hmmm. Ah, this one would look pretty over here...]

I'll ask Ms. Moose Monster to make them grow faster, like with the other ones I'm growing. Then they'll be all pretty~.

[!!! Livio is so stronk!!! Ain also wants to be picked up—

He relinquishes the bag freely on account of having no say in the matter. He will politely indicate where he wants it put, though, since Livio is helping.]

...do you... normally have deadly snowball fights? Or...

[Please explain,]

[a loud THUNK as he plops it down in the right spot! then livio rubs the back of his neck, not considering -- or caring about, really -- the dirt that he smudges there. they can be covered in muck together!]

Oh, no, I just mean I felt like I shoulda specified, what with the evil snowmen 'n all. An' the fightin'. Vash ain't like that. [and now he's rambling. just gonna shut up now.]

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