gaia_star[ The garden ]: This area is a beautiful garden, but from it rises a tree, spanning high, high above you. The garden itself is overflowing with opulent green, it is strange to see so much nature mixed in with knowledge and yet, it makes so much sense to you as to why.
The garden itself is supported and maintained by swathes of Infected. The maintain their human forms and lumber around in a zombie-like state. They all wear grey coats.
(Roll 1d4 if you wish to interact with them - OPTIONAL - and match your dice roll to the results below. You can roll as much as you'd like!)
1. This infected is long not there. They keep on repeating I'm sorry over and over again. Occasionally, they will water the plants with a non-existent watering can, but most of the time they simply curl up and cry to themselves, rocking themselves back and forth. Their name reads Bekki Shae.
2. The infected seems to be surprisingly in good human shape, other than the top of its head and brain replaced entirely with fungus. It doesn't seem capable of thought, but is curious about you, following you everywhere and sometimes mimicking your actions. In it's pocket is a vial that is glowing red, opening it seems to make the liquid dissolve rapidly. The name on their nametag reads Glen Barrett.
3. The infected seems to have lost it's entire lower half, replaced by vines that slowly idle forward and backwards in uneven clumps. Occasionally, it falls, and then the vines pull its torso back up and tilt its head back to normal. It seems to be stuck holding something in the air, though the something it was holding is long gone, as it just pantomimes the action. The name on their nametag reads Dave Adolph.
4. The infected seems to carry itself with an air of importance even now. Their entire face is missing, replaced by blooming corpse blossoms instead. It smells terribly, though it doesn't seem too interested in talking to you. Occasionally it makes clicking noises, and you are able to translate it int words. Things like "she shouldn't have" and "the sacrifice was too great". Its nametag is missing.
888 did not seek any serenity from the garden. In fact, he stuck out like a weed, just a spherical tangle of dark vines and a feeling of frustration radiating from the spot he had planted himself. He watched the empty bodies in the grey coats shamble past and tend to the rest of the plant life, and sank slightly further into the dirt.
A woman - she had been a woman once, though half their face was now blooming with new life and the rest of her gradually decayed away to nothing - rose from where she had been crying into her hands and ambled over to water him. Without the watering can, though, her efforts were little more than a crude pantomime.
"I'm sorry," she said again, for the hundredth time, in a voice that rasped from overuse.
888 said nothing.
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1. This infected is long not there. They keep on repeating I'm sorry over and over again. Occasionally, they will water the plants with a non-existent watering can, but most of the time they simply curl up and cry to themselves, rocking themselves back and forth. Their name reads Bekki Shae.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 3:00 pm
The plant version of Megan had been wandering the tower with her head down, thinking mostly about how much she hated this place. Everything looked the same to her. Everything was green, everything was vines and thorns, and most people were incomplete spectres of their former selves, much like her. While on some level she was aware of 888's presence, she didn't seem entirely cognizant of it until she walked right into his grumpy, round ball.
Whose fragments are these? she wondered aloud. Well, as close to audibly as she managed, being made of mute plants now.
The garden itself didn't really register to her yet. She hadn't looked up since she'd started this sad meandering.
Upon being run into, 888 twisted and reformed into eight long thorny arms that pushed her back - gently. It had taken the human contact for him to recognize Megan at all like this.
"Bekki Shae," the shrubbery answered, reading off her nametag as she passed by. "Not one of ours."
"She shouldn't have..." It was strange how such inhuman noises still formed words in this place. Another infected walked by, this one strangely confident for being trapped in such a miserable form. It lacked even a face. Large heavy red flowers bloomed there instead. It didn't look at them - it probably didn't even know they were there. "She shouldn't have... the sacrifice was too great..."
It took a moment before the words registered. 888's many arms all turned toward the speaker, but by the time he had taken an interest, they had already moved on to a deeper part of the vast garden.
"I don't think there's a way out this time," 888 commented, in much the same way one would about the weather.
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4. The infected seems to carry itself with an air of importance even now. Their entire face is missing, replaced by blooming corpse blossoms instead. It smells terribly, though it doesn't seem too interested in talking to you. Occasionally it makes clicking noises, and you are able to translate it int words. Things like "she shouldn't have" and "the sacrifice was too great". Its nametag is missing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 3:20 pm
It took her a moment to recognize the voice. "... Eights? What are--"
She was interrupted by the bump of one of the wandering infected tending the garden. It picked up the weave of her thorny cape/security blanket and stuck its mushroom-sprouted face right up to it, much like an excited child would examine a picture or something. How strange. She took a few paces this way and that, only to have it follow her like an infatuated kid, marvelling and fussing over her cape and her little flower crown. It must be pretty harmless. Maybe. Then again, what else could really hurt them when they didn't have a concrete form anymore?
Her follower had a nametag on that tattered gray garb. "Glen Barrett?" She turned back to the shrub, ignoring her follower. "This one's not a Rat either. Eights, what are you doing here? I thought you of all people would've done something about... something, here. You were always one to get things done."
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2. The infected seems to be surprisingly in good human shape, other than the top of its head and brain replaced entirely with fungus. It doesn't seem capable of thought, but is curious about you, following you everywhere and sometimes mimicking your actions. In it's pocket is a vial that is glowing red, opening it seems to make the liquid dissolve rapidly. The name on their nametag reads Glen Barrett.
