[log] Walk in harmony

[orbislife]

Who: Zenyatta and others
What: Talking about ways to keep Home in harmony and talk about what's going on in a more group-like format. Related to Zenyatta's billboard post earlier
Where: Home's sitting area on the first floor
When: Backdated to Day 4, sunset
Other: Party style log. Zenyatta will have his own top if you want to interact with him specifically

By now, Zenyatta hopes that anyone who is interested in talking about the situation and how to keep Home in harmony has seen the notes he left on the bulletin board. Sunset comes, so he removes the old notes and piles them neatly on the table. (Just in case one of the people he conversed with wants to keep the note.) Zenyatta does leave his message of "Hello world. ( ´ ▽ ` )" up. He likes it there.

There are many questions and different experiences among them. A chance to talk with one another will help make their stay easier. This situation is strange, but it need not be an unpleasant one.

Comments

[thebiggestguy]

[Sorry, Sara. Dread just isn't about to give up the privileges of married life THAT easily. Though he does smile at her fondly, all the more amused by her cute embarrassment.]

If that doesn't hurt the tree in some crazy way.

[sweetnessandfight]

That was the Judge's concern, actually, and why I have not yet made the attempt.

[It wasn't that she'd wanted to give it up, just...politeness, and its sake. She knows how she is, after all.

...So does he.]

But if that does work, well, it certainly would make life easier, I think. I mean...I'm perfectly willing to make the attempt to ask the tree, politely. Or the little sprout-cactuar in the study. Maybe it can help me speak to it? I've been a conjurer, it's no stranger than some of the things that the Hearers had me do, back in Gridania.

[chattychat]

Oh, so do you believe it is possible to converse with such floral vegetation? I had not taken such a thing into consideration, but that would explain its humanoid shape!

[thebiggestguy]

It's complicated. It might be a primal. [Inactive as it is, nevertheless that is one of their best guesses towards its identity and their reasons for being here.] There may also be elementals here, watching it. Hard to say when we can't use our magic.

[Dread shakes his head. Sara is better than he is at conjury, but even he could have sensed the presence of the elementals here by now if anyone could.]

[sweetnessandfight]

[Sara gives a worried look to Dread. They've discussed it, and she's aware of what's going through his head. Still...]

I figure that 'tis truly better to err on the side of caution. It's here, it does not seem to be going anywhere...either it is here to watch us, or it might be an emissary of the tree's spirit, perhaps. If I look a fool making the attempt, well. That is on me, and I do not have so much dignity that the thought offends me.

[chattychat]

Well, there should be no harm in making the attempt! What is the best route to commune with such a being?

[thebiggestguy]

Be a Seedseer. [Dread huffs out a bit of a laugh at his little joke.] Beyond that, any place near here should do. Quiet and calm is better. We have to try to hear what should be easy to hear already.

[sweetnessandfight]

You don't have to be a Seedseer, or a Padjal! [Sarangerel huffed at that, rolling her eyes at her husband.]

But it does help, [she admits.]

Still, if either of those were necessary, I could not do it, for I am neither a Seedseer, nor a Padjal, myself. I'm an Au Ra. Like he's a Roegadyn. [At that, she gives her husband a fond slug in the arm. With their size difference, it's really more like a love tap.]

It might be best if you and Dread spoke to it, and I did my best to listen. Not that I'm not curious myself, but I don't think he pursued conjury to the degree that I did.

[chattychat]

Well, if you believe that my participation in efforts at communication, which I must admit is a well polished talent I possess, will assist your attempt in any manner, I will gladly offer what I can.

[thebiggestguy]

Not likely to hurt anyway. Especially considering I don't think it's going to happen. [That's just plain truth, even if it's still worth the effort to try.]

[sweetnessandfight]

Well, we won't know until we try. And I'd like to try. So whenever you fine gentleman can find the time? It won't take me any time or trouble to listen, so.

[Sara shrugged a little, a bit solemn, but entirely willing.] We could do it now, even, if you like?

[chattychat]

Already gathered as we are, it seems an opportune moment. I am sure if there are any parts of the conversation which we become absent for, inquiries can put us up to speed with the rest of our comrades.

[thebiggestguy]

[Dread takes a quick look around, assessing the gathering, then nods. The Judge seems to have the right of it -- they don't seem to be hitting any major points here that aren't confirming what they already know.]

[Dropping one big fist to the ground, Dread pushes himself to his feet, then opens his hand to offer his wife a hand.]

[sweetnessandfight]

[She had just been leaning against the chair, so she didn't really need a hand, but...Sara folds her fingers around Dread's hand nonetheless, as she eased to her feet. He makes her look so damn dainty. Childlike, almost.]

You first. I'm glad that we got a seat close to the door. It'll make leaving easier. And hopefully we'll have something to tell the others, then, as well!

[chattychat]

[The Judge doesn’t seem to have any problem whether they’re far away from the door or close to it, considering being an agile little cat has its advantages. He slips between table legs and around people legs before waiting at the door, ears twitching.]

[thebiggestguy]

I've moved through bigger crowds.

[Though admittedly, the crowds of Eorzea are much more accustomed to accommodating a Roegadyn. Still, he doesn't let that stop him as he threads his way out, managing to keep his wife's hand in hers the entire way.] You're a better conjurer than I am. Where should we try, do you think?

[sweetnessandfight]

The creature we were discussing is in the study, is he not? I think we should try there.

[A pause, then.] Well, unless it's moved. Twelve know it could, though I admit I haven't paid any attention at all as to whether it's sentient or mobile. Last I saw, it was in a pot in the study, so logically, that was where I thought we should try.

If it's still there. [Now she's embarrassed...]

[chattychat]

Well, we shall divine the answer for ourselves in this very moment!

[And he’d do a dramatic door reveal but… Cat. So he’s just pawing at the door instead. The cactus is still there, for the record.]

[thebiggestguy]

I don't understand why people ended up here that this place just doesn't suit.

[The implied question is deeper than the mere sentence he's allotted it, but Dead leaves that for the two to ponder as he pushes open the door. Smaller people first, though -- he'll duck in after them.]

[sweetnessandfight]

[And she's careful not to step on the Judge, though it's easy to figure that he just leaps in first. Cat. And very agile. Sara steps in after him, obviously relieved that yes, the cactus IS still there.

She takes a seat in front of the flower pot, resting herself on the floor, and looks up at it. It's fairly easy to see she's either meditating or concentrating as she watches the cactus.]

Hello. My name is Sara, can you hear me?

[Polite as ever. And she figures that getting right down to it is for the best. Why wait?

She's not really sure she expects any answers, though.]

[npcsofmana]

[With a cat curled nearby, Sara sitting in front of it, and Dread taking up a whole lot of room, there seems to be quite an audience. Sara will get to see, so close, that the tiny humanoid-shaped cactus actually moves very subtly. Not breathing, but the kind of very tiny movements which hint at life more than just that of a normal plant.]

[There’s no verbal answer, however.]

[thebiggestguy]

[As Sara speaks, Dread falls silent and very still, opening his heart and his mind to the voices of the elementals as his conjury training had taught him. Thus far everything had been dreadfully quiet and still despite the obvious signs of life around him. He didn't things would be different now, but...]

[Well, better to try and fail than not try.]