February Catchall; Open and Closed

[foulhussy]

Who: Kainé and YOU
What: Catchall
When: February
Where: Out and About

Content Warnings: TBD

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Speed Dating

[foulhussy]

[ The silver-haired woman sitting across from you looks like she'd really rather be somewhere else, but is too resigned to comment on it. Hell, as far as Trench fuckery goes, this is pretty minor, she thinks. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop, and for people to start getting skinned alive.

Her profile flashes onto the screen of your Omni. She sighs. ]

Alright, let's do it. What's your favorite plant.

[bolstafir]

[It could certainly be worse. Qrow is just glad that this particular curse doesn't seem to involve asphyxiation as motivation for participation.

His own profile pops up on Kainé's Omni just as hers appears on his. So this one's just the public humiliation curse, it seems. Perhaps even eldritch horror gods need to spice it up from time to time.

At least the question gives him good enough reason not to acknowledge the profiles. He jumps on the excuse almost immediately.]

...Roses, I think. Or sunflowers.

[He doesn't much care for plants in general, but he is a sentimental creature, despite himself.]

[foulhussy]

[ There's that going for them at least. But there's no way that she's actually getting out of this unscathed. It's already embarrassing enough being here at all, but she's not about to show that. ]

I eat the seeds. Easy protein on the move.

[bolstafir]

The seeds are pretty good for a snack.

[Especially when you are literally being a bird]

But mostly they make me think of -- [an simpler, happier time in his life. a team that's long since gone] ...family. My nieces' dad always planted them outside the house.

[foulhussy]

Sounds nice. A family like that.

[ Her eyes become distant, remembering the past. Grandma soon lost the strength to do much gardening, and the space that could be used for flowers was better suited to vegetables. ]

[slightlytaller]

Hi, Kainé.

[Waver sighed and sat down across from her, his own profile being shared with her while he picked his cat up off the ground. The both of them were dressed for a winter hike, the cat even wearing a gray cloak of her own to match her name.

Waver sighed.]

That's not a bad opener. I never thought about it, but it's probably Mullein. As medicinal herbs go, it's very versatile, easy to grow, and can help a multitude of ailments. I personally like to make it into a tincture, or roll it up with other herbs to smoke sometimes....

[He trailed-- and finally it clicked. Waver cast Kainé a flustered look.]

... I'm tired. That's probably not what you meant, is it?

[foulhussy]

Hey, Waver.

[ She's dressed pretty plainly herself, bundled up for the winter chill as much as possible while still prioritizing mobility. Looking at his profile... she suppresses a wince. She knows how bad losing Iskander must have hit him. She can't bring herself to contemplate... Venus becoming "Vesper" was hard enough. ]

What does it get you high? [ She shrugs, chuckling. ] Any plant's fine. Those have nice flowers. A lotta weeds do, y'know?

[slightlytaller]

Not particularly-- but, it can help clear an active respiratory infection.

[For a man with the dual bad habits of smoking and not taking very good care of himself, this was helpful information. Waver was not as suspicious as most mages, but he still was not fond of visiting the hospital if he could avoid it.

Doctors asked too many questions, and he would rather keep his vices.]

It's been helpful to me. But, you're right-- many weeds have very nice flowers and are under appreciated. They can help heal or nourish us too, if we have the right information.

[A shrug.]

Many ornamental garden plants are actually quite toxic. That just goes to show that the difference between a 'weed' and a 'flower' is whether the plant was intended to be there or not.

[foulhussy]

Right. Good to know.

[ Neither her nor Anna ever seem to get conventionally sick, but it might be helpful for somebody else. Corruption can do awfully strange things to the body, too. ]

There's no difference between a weed and any other plant. Just whether people find it useful. But it grows no matter what they think.

[tealeafs]

H-Huh?

[ For all the speed with which Kainé manages to jump into this, it seems that Chizuru needs a moment or so more for her brain to catch up with the current situation..

.. and honestly, even by the time she does properly answer rather than just let out a surprised sound, Chizuru probably still hasn't fully wrapped her head around what's going on here.

But she's just instinctively obedient enough to answer without thinking about anything else. She hasn't even glanced at Kainé's profile yet, nor realised her own was sent over to the other. ]

D-Does cherry blossom count..?

[ It's technically a tree, though. ]

[foulhussy]

Yeah, shit's crazy.

[ She can't really blame anybody for feeling flustered right now— especially not somebody with a temperament like Chizuru's. She's willing to wait a moment for her to collect her wits. ]

Don't see why not. I like those. Didn't see a lot of them back then... [ She smiles sadly. ] Might have been they were dying off.

[tealeafs]

[ See, it helps that Chizuru has a pretty positive image of Kainé. Not just because the other is trying to be relatively calm and gentle right now, but the other did help her out before as well. It's something Chizuru remembers - and something she appreciates.

It doesn't take away her nerves entirely, but at least she isn't a total nervous wreck in this moment. She's at least calm enough to listen to the other, and for her eyes to widen a little in surprise as she asks: ]

They were dying off..? Why was that?

[ Usually she'd ask if she was even allowed to ask that - but in the light of this surprise the words slide out of her mouth before she's thought too hard about them. ]

[foulhussy]

[ She's fond of Chizuru. Maybe it was a condescending thought that somebody as apparently vulnerable as her shouldn't get caught up in everything this world throws at her. But that's not fair to her. Kainé knows she's strong than she looks. You have to be to get out of bed every day. ]

The world was a fucking mess. The sun never set. Weaker harvests every year. Diseases going around.

[ Maybe there were more of them outside of her region. It didn't really matter to her. It was sad, but it wasn't her tragedy, the chain of events that ruled her life. ]

Speed Dating

[strikefirster]

[Johnny has been forced to do weirder things in Trench. Speed dating wasn't such a bad thing. But it doesn't help that basically everyone around is a kid around compared to him.

He glances Kaine's way when she asks the question and scoffs a little.]

I don't have a favorite plant. There's nothing manly about plants.

[Oh and his dating profile. ]

[foulhussy]

[ She snorts, unable to contain her mockery. Talk about insecure. ]

What you don't fucking eat any? Bread or rice, even?

[strikefirster]

I'm a man.
I eat meat to survive.

cw: animal killing description

[foulhussy]

[ A note of acidic spite rises into her throat. ]

You ever killed it yourself? Ever caught a fish, rammed a spike through the head, gutted it, scaled it, cleaned it, and cooked it then and there? If you have, how often? I did that to survive.

You ever looked in a deer's eyes while it bled out?

[necroprince]

Pitcher Plant. It's hilarious.

[Carnivorous plants in general are her favorites, because of course they are.]

[foulhussy]

Huh. Never seen it.

[ She would admire the gumption, though. ]

[necroprince]

They're these carnivorous plants shaped like pitchers that lure insects inside of them and then it devours them. Sometimes small mammals get stuck in there too and there's nothing left once the plant's done.

[Just like her fr.]

[foulhussy]

Plants can seriously do that? They don't got any fucking teeth.

[slayerskiss]

[She blinks, puzzled. It's not really a question she's ever thought about before...]

To eat, or just in general?

[foulhussy]

Whatever you want.

[ It just came to mind randomly. ]

[slayerskiss]

Pot's pretty good to smoke. Way better than fuckin' tobacco. That shit just reminds me of my mom.

Eating? Potatoes, I guess. You can make 'em into french fries or mash 'em up.

[foulhussy]

I had a bit of pot. It's alright. My girlfriend, she likes the other shit but I can't stand it.

They grow anywhere. Cheap too.