2859/A Tale of Two Changelings
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| A Tale of Two Changelings | |
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| Date of Scene: | 10 August 2020 |
| Location: | ArcTerra |
| Synopsis: | Hopes and joys can be found all over. |
| Cast of Characters: | M'gann M'orzz, Meggan Puceanu
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- M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Gotham City, as a whole, isn't the most colorful place on the planet. The dark buildings, with their opposing skyline, does not lend to much in the way of living plants. There is the occasional park, but it is mostly concrete and asphalt, rather than anything truly colourful.
So, it is a great surprise to find an area in Gotham City that is truly a sight to behold. Lush greenery, vibrant hues of yellow, red, blue and violet, the birds with equally expressive plumage...a rarity in such a foreboding city. And, for one relatively new to the city, it is a welcome refuge from the doom and gloom the city usually has to offer.
A redhead can be seen walking upon on of the paths. Dressed with a simple green t-shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers, there is nothing really remarkable about this person, from the appearance. And...that is the intent of M'gann. She just wants to be a normal person...unassuming. There is wonder as she walks the path, taking in the sights. It is exciting...and also rather calming.
After all, there are not a lot that come to the botanical gardens...so chatter, of both audible and mental variety, is at a minimum.
- Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Gotham embodies all that's dark and inglorious in New Jersey if not the world. Creeping fogs and long, wet nights tend to stamp themselves in the psyche more than the city by day. They need a refuge from endless parking garages and broad-shouldered towers piercing the greyed skies, hiding from the sun as if Metropolis steals the lion's share across the bay.
ArcTerra must have snuck in one day from Metropolis and never figured out it was in the wrong place. Maybe the endless revolutions of one shady politician to another failed to penetrate the slip-up in the city permits department. Be as it may, an actual slice of tropical forest exists in the generally sterile urban core, a perfect spot to pretend nothing at all gloomy or dark or grim exists outside. Even if the summer bears down hot and wet, the moisture leaking through the air conditioning in most places, it's an honest kind of humidity here that Meggan, even as a child of Britain, doesn't mind at all. No doubt she should, but her airy sundress isn't clinging to her skin and neither is her brow completely soaked.
Her head tilted up to the butterflies winging excitedly around her, she smiles as one decides to alight on her shoulder and close up its wings for a few moments. Its proboscis curls and flicks, the little insect taking its leave from the nearest bright flower. She's unassuming in the way a blonde Englishwoman seated on a bench can be unassuming, a halo of butterflies all around and the flowers in vivid tropical pinks and oranges bending towards her. Not in any conspicuous way, that's the design of the bower, though if the plants perk up considerably because she sits there beaming, so be it.
On the other hand, to a telepath, she is an astonishingly clear, bright light with none of the mental chaos of the average person. Meggan lives totally in the moment; she's a broad, brilliant beam for no obvious reason at all. So when another blue morpho lands on her hair, she is absolutely thrilled without more than a tissue paper wall to make that clear.
- M'gann M'orzz has posed:
It is rude to listen to thoughts. Oh so rude. At least, that is what everyone tells M'gann...at least everyone that knows M'gann as what she truly is. Which is, understandably, a limited number of people. However, sometimes she just can't help herself. And, when 'Megan' walks by a bench with what appears to be a blonde woman just sitting there, with a butterfly upon her shoulder, the redhead cannot help but notice the bright inner glow from her. It is enough to cause her to just stop, and turn, a smile already forming upon her lips as Megan just pauses.
It....might be just a little creepy. Or, it may very well be unnoticeable. Although, when a person stops in their walking, turn, and watches the delightful scene of butterfly kisses upon a total stranger....that probably is going to get noticed.
- Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Rude to listen to thoughts, but what if the doors open and there are no walls to speak of? Is staring into a field by simply turning one's head a misdeed? Questions not to be answered by the blonde, unaware that she bubbles with delight and ease that others might pick up. Her thoughts dance around the apparent satisfaction of the trees and the hibiscus blooms, wet feet in damp soil welcome, and the butterflies haunting her presence little more than sparks on her awareness. Other concerns come and go, fleeting as they are; horrors in the depths of the Atlantic off the coast, concerns for the brownsites she very clearly senses to the industrial southern halves of the city, a dance in the dark at a manor.
The redhead gets that smile, too, as light as the dawn cracking over the horizon. She lifts her hand and gives a finger-wiggle, and the precocious Brit says, "Hello! Were you looking for a place to sit? I can stop tarrying here and give up the bench." The blue morpho flaps its wings lazily, while the other -- patterned much more mundane in oranges and browns, a splotchy pair of eyes meant to ward off birds -- shows off its wings by pretending to be a brooch. Not really, but the effect is there. "I must've lost track of the time."
- M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Oh no! Not at all. I mean, I just saw your little passenger there and I was rather taken in by it." And another! M'gann completely missed that one before! "I didn't mean to stare. It is just....so refreshing to see such things. Not at all like the world outside."
The open door is noted. It is hard not to, with the free flow just there for the viewing. It is really quite intoxicating with the utter joy that washes out from the butterfly bedazzled Brit. It is enough for M'gann to step closer, absent-mindedly, the sense of wonderment she is feeling clearly evident with her expression. "Please...do not leave on account of me. We wouldn't want to disturb our winged friends so abruptly, would we?"
- Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"They're very friendly!" Meggan gestures lightly without disturbing too many of the curious butterflies. "At least, sitting beside the flowers seems to attract them too. Come, find out for yourself." The corners of her mouth lift in a stellar grin and she slowly finds her footing from the bench, her dress swaying around her calves in a simple handkerchief tumble. Bare legs and plain sandals give her a vaguely bohemian look, though walking on the balls of her feet is all a kind of ballerina. She steps out of the way of the old bench, wooden and polished, leaving the orange-and-brown butterfly fluttering off to alight on a bright carmine bloom as large as a saucer.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she says, "It's no trouble at all. I can stand for a bit, anyway." She reaches up to pet one of the large, deeply serrated leaves of a palm frond drifting down from the tree. Much shorter than its siblings, some of those tower as high as the vivarium roof allows. "I'm Meggan, by the way. Sit among here long enough and you might see a few of the birds too, though some of them seem pretty sneaky. I hear them, but don't often see them."
- M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Oh, please, you don't have to get up!" A little too late with that sentiment, as the blonde stands. Still, when she introduces herself as Meggan, it causes a bright giggle to escape from within the other girl's throat. "Well, Meggan, pleased to meet you. I'm Megan!" Apparently, it was the name that caused the giggle. "What are the odds?" Of having similar names? Perhaps pretty fair. But...for the similarly named females to meet each other in a biodome amidst butterflies? That is decided rarer.
The bench is given a look over, as Meggan stands. "Well, we could share the bench, if you would like. It might be a tight fit, but I am sure we could manage if you wanted to remain sitting for a touch longer. I know I would not mind in the slightest and really, if we did, we might be able to spy those elusive birds." It is an offer to sit...and perhaps something more. To just talk, as trusting as 'Megan' is. To remain close to that refreshing mindscape.
- Meggan Puceanu has posed:
But already up, what can be done about that? Meggan clasps her hands together in front of her, giving a tilt of her head. The giggle escapes her, too, building. "You're Megan? What are the coincidences of that? I haven't met another except in a class." Those wide green eyes sparkle, laughter shrouding her from head to toe, truly tickled by the fact. "You might want to buy a scratch ticket for the lottery, you might have luck on your side." A little wave of her hand dismisses any seriousness, but she does get her fingers entangled in a nearby fern. It pats her as she tries to carefully extricate herself and cause no harm, since it's her wide gesticulations that caused the problem in the first place. "It's very nice to meet you, Megan. Rather feels like I'm talking to myself, but in a good way. Oh, and I absolutely recommend the smoothies here if you've never had them."
Provider of useful information, she nods to the bench and waits until M'gann is fully settled and comfortable before droppign down and squishing in. That whole idea of personal space is a bit tough but she can manage; British and all. Not fully, but enough to respect that. "Are you from around here? Maybe you can tell me if you ever saw one of those birds with the frilly crests and the long tails."
- M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann does seat herself, sliding over as far to the left as possible. And, when Meggan deigns to rejoin the bench, there might be a little of squishing....but really, it does seem like plenty of room after a second or two. Which might very well be due to the fact that the jean-clad Megan may have altered her size *juuuust* a tad....just enough to provide extra room without being too noticeable. "Oh, I am rather new, you could say. Recently in town. So, hmmm...no. I haven't seen one of those birds. This really is my first time here at the gardens. I hadn't known about here before." There is a moment's pause, before Megan offers up more. "I go to school at ESU, so normally in New York. But, may be considering a more permanent move out to here."
"How about you?" The question comes naturally. "I would imagine you are rather new to Gotham as well?" There is a smile that slowly grows as Megan shifts her green eyes to look out through the foliage for hints of wildlife. "I mean, no offense, but you certainly do not speak like a local." Maybe not M'gann either, but that is besides the point. "Though...I don't get the sense that you are just visiting....so, perhaps recent convert?" No...no dives into minds. Just polite conversation, augmented with flashes of insight given just how *sharing* Meggan is.
- Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Meggan grins. "Oh, no harm. I know I sound like I'm from telly somewhere over in Britain. Though to them, I sound like I'm half-Welsh or half-Irish, and it throws the lot. That's okay, though. Everyone here has a lovely accent to me!" The bench is a comfy thing made of wood and set to withstand the humidity in the vivarium. Shaped to human lines, it sets back against the viridian frame and offers a good place to rest for a while. Probably the intention of anyone who purchased the honour of a bench, though that one doesn't have a plaque on it. Meggan doesn't take up too much room, crossing her legs under her airy handkerchief skirt. Kicking her foot lightly, she in kind shapes herself to be just a little narrower in profile, settling in rather comfortably. "I haven't been here so long myself, getting to know my way around it though. Pretty place, isn't it?" She doesn't wave her hand too much, more than content to give a tip of her fingers. Her thoughts shine with that kind of languid ease, content for the company, delighted to share in it too. The glimmering sparkle of interest dances along her mind, paying keen attention to M'gann. (Still tickled there -is- a Meggan-M'gann link!)
"Pretty cool, ESU is supposed to be a good school. I go to Columbia myself." One hell of a commute living out here. "Living here's much, much cheaper though. New York is so expensive, I don't know how anyone does it. That hyperloop is /amazing/, isn't it?" She wiggles her fingers at one of the plants, and there's a definite gentleness to the way she pets it. The vivarium sustains her with its general calm and peace, and she shares her contentment in turn. "So transplanted, we could say. I wasn't sure how well this would suit me. New York's... big. Very big. So is Gotham but it feels like a better fit, supposing that makes any sense at all?"
