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[hasitsthorns]

Who: Rosie, Carlisle
What: Rosie tries to harass Carlisle into friendship again.
Where: Carlisle's place, his garden specifically
When: your guess is as good as mine broseph though sometime after the Null invasion but not like too late just the right amount of time after
Warnings: Possibly some discussion of heavy topics!

There's a lot to take in with their change of scenery. Like many, Rose has been exploring this newfound world. While she doesn't like the arid climate, she finds it a bit fascinating. It reminds her of the deserts of Arizona, of such a foreign-seeming place in the United States. Japan didn't have any natural deserts. Compared to her home country's greenery, it seemed very... beige.

Perhaps that's why it's Carlisle's garden that stands out. Not that she knows it's his or that this is even where he lives. She wasn't trying to find him or anything after their last conversation went sour. In fact, it was actually the opposite. Rose had been steadfastly ignoring him since and letting him have the space he so requested. That was a thing she was trying to do now more than before: respect people's wishes.

"Woah, how are they keeping this place alive? These things should be keeling over by now..." the blond muses as she peers into the place. In normal circumstances, they would be wilting just as Rose feels like doing. But these aren't normal circumstances, aren't they?

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[tongueamok]

Something Rose undoubtedly noticed upon entering the garden in the park: that not only is it greener than it should be in the blistering heat of the dual suns, the potted plants and long tendrils of the vines that creep and cover the trees overhead still relatively lush, but the entire area has an almost dewy quality to it, the air cool and moist like the morning rather than sickeningly humid. Upon inspection, the entire area is covered in numerous sigils, circles and symbols coming together to form glyphs that then come together in a complex array: the lines trail down each pot, are etched into the wood surrounding plots and shrubs, coming together to a singular point of contact near a small cottage deep in the green.

She may also notice something else along the ground: black dots of an ink-like fluid, then a patch of the same here and there, forming a trail that leads around the back of the aforementioned building. The door to the structure is ajar, but its inhabitant is out -- that's likely him hacking around the back. He hasn't heard his visitor yet, but if he was hoping to avoid company by being out here, he's going to be sorely disappointed.