See How My Garden Grows [Very Open]

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

He hadn't done much laying around as a teenager. He'd always been too busy, one social event to another.

After the Yeerks...well, Temrash had less love for being lazy than Iniss did, but neither of them were really set on protracted periods of inactivity. And there was always something Sharing related, or feeding related, or just...something. Rank play had been a major time suck in his youth, and needing to be somewhere every three days made planning anything else a bit of a suck.

He'd flopped down on the hill next to the garden he had spent so much time losing time in, one hand gripping Bobby's leash to keep the dog from running off, but eyes closed and body relaxed.

Too much stuff was happening, lately. He wasn't used to keeping up with it anymore. Jake was back and Sam was dating Xander and Dean and Kaylee had broken up. He wasn't even sure how to handle half of that, much less all of it at once.

No wonder the garden looked so well tended, the neat rows gave him something to do, something to think about, something that made perfect sense because plants needed like...two things, water and weeding, and they weren't much on demanding an emotional investment beyond that.

Bobby shifted, licking his hand and resting his head on his shoulder, watching the chickens and their chicks poke around nearby.

Why couldn't life just be this simple?

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[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"We must tend our gardens," Eva says, pausing a little outside the garden, giving Tom his safe distance should he decline her presence. It's been a while since she's gotten to talk to him, and with the way the ship operates, she wouldn't be surprised if he's recovering from some crisis or other. Stacy never leaves anyone to rest on their laurels for long, even without the drama of the people involved.

"Your garden's beautiful, Tom."

It's something he clearly tends to regularly, with great care. Of course. It's easier to tend something else than yourself, and they all have their reasons to avoid looking inwards any more than they have to. Tom has more than most, for all his self-awareness.

She wishes she could make something grow, purely tended, like that.

[caringcassie.livejournal.com]

Cassie had come out this way with a purpose in mind. She wanted to opportunity to speak with Tom if he was willing, to see how he was doing now that he was free. Besides, this was the chance to actually get to know the real Tom. She'd never had that chance in her own time, but here it was different and this was a good type of different. Tom was alive, he was free, and that was all incredible to think about.

She spotted a figure who she assumed must be Tom, given that this was where he had been said to be, relaxing on the hill next to an animal of some sort in the distance and she jogged over, but paused as she drew close, now unsure that this was a good idea. He appeared to be relaxing and, while she wanted to talk to him, she didn't want to disturb him. Cassie took a deep breath and then bit her lip as she debated whether to speak up or turn back.

[whyarewehere]

Grif had no business being down in the city, but that was because Grif didn't really have business being anywhere on the ship. Unlike most of the crew he just sort of drifted along doing nothing useful most of the time. That was what he was doing at that moment, too. Taking a walk in the city was an excuse to make himself scarce. People just gotten back from some godawful mission or another and he was pretty sure there were several of them that wouldn't be happy to see him and may or may not take out some of the god-awfulness on him.

Grif actually hadn't been down in the city very often. It didn't feel safe to him, especially after the incidents with the zombies and the Nightmare King. It was weirdly reassuring to see how... normal-ish it had become. It was still weird as hell and Grif was happy he had his rifle, but the crew had started to make an impact on the place. It was less imposing, more... lived in.

Like, say, that garden. He had to stop and look at that. It was maybe the most normal looking, sane thing Grif had seen since being stationed in Blood Gulch, to say nothing of the ship. It was mundane and boring and safe. He thought about that for a minute or two, just looking at the plants that somebody had put here.

Wait a second, someone else was here. He noticed Tom. Grif tilted his head and eyed the kid for a moment, then called out to him. "So, who're you hiding from?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

It was a good garden. Dean had thought about having one by the house too. That was before. He thought about a lot of stuff before. He heard a yip before Bobby started running over to say hello, tail wagging.

"Hey boy, where's Tom hiding, huh?" he quietly said as he crouched down. Helped that Bobby wasn't exactly an Earth dog sometimes. Made it easier not to be reminded of hellhounds.

[thewunderkind]

Lash wasn't one to go to the places that had gardens or plants or anything that was in fact very green and alive. One could even argue that the open air made her sick, in some weird way and she lived off oil and the fumes of moving tanks.

Regardless, she came here on a mission, carrying a giant back with her that had all of the seeds she had stolen...er...borrowed for a prolonged amount of time from a planet that they would never return to. And hell like a kid raised in war would know anything about farming. There were better people for that. People who she had no idea who they were, but maybe yelling out,

"HEY! ANYONE HERE?!" right out in the open would be a good start.

[magic-weaver.livejournal.com]

As much as Sandry had wanted to take all of Stacy in at much, exploration of the entire ship in one walking sounded overwhelming and completely out of the question. There was so much of it she didn't understand, and she knew that she would probably end up getting lost or under someone's feet while they tried to work...

The city was a better--and safer--place to begin. It was large and full of so many different places and times and stories about people that Sandry could hardly contain her excitement at seeing as much of it as she could. A house could mean so much, even hidden amongst the giant buildings and glorious temples, and Sandry found herself drawn to one in-particular as she neared the end of her walk. It wasn't much, rather plain, but the sight of a garden behind it caught her eye.

Fully aware of how rude it was to barge in on someone else's work, the mage carefully made her way along the fence, taking in every plant in sight. The garden was well-tended and cared for. Briar and Rosethorn, she thought, would have been suitably impressed. It didn't take her long at all to spot the tall young man flopped over in the middle of the garden, and the idea to congratulate him on his work carried her closer to the fence before she really had the time to think that the poor fellow might want to be left alone.

"I don’t mean to startle you, but you’ve a lovely garden. I have friends who would be very impressed with it, were they awake."