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Started January 12, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Based on the soil I’m thinking it’s some sort of orchid. But I can’t find anywhere humid enough to grow an orchid!” Gwen complained, narrowing her eyes at the pot. “I think it just hates me.”

Easing up a little, Marla relaxed her shoulders. “I’m sure your answer will turn up soon, who knows, maybe there isn’t a plant in there at all and it’s just a test.”

“He wouldn’t— would he?” Gwen’s eyes widened. “My life is a lie.” She muttered softly, glaring at the pot. “I’m going to cry if there aren’t seeds in this thing.”

(Warning: it’s almost 2am where I am so my replies aren’t descriptive sorry)

Marla flinched back, rubbing at the nape of her neck. “Sorry..” she mumbled quietly, “Forget I said that.”

(Same here! Gotta love that eastern US time zone… I’m gonna head to back after this reply anyways. So goodnight @Topaz~ I literally can’t thank you enough for how kind you’ve been to me today!)

“No, no. I just… I never thought of that!” Gwen exclaimed. “I’ve been fussing over this thing for two days. I almost put seeds in it to fake it at one point, but there’s nothing in there! That’s why my magic won’t work!” She let out a shaky sigh, partially relieved and partially furious with her professor.

(Good night TiredOtter, sleep well! And it was my pleasure, I’m so happy you’re back)

“I could be wrong?” She tried hesitantly, eyes flickering away. “You’re the botany expert, not me.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Gwen murmured, her gaze switching from the plant to Marla. She tucked some of her hair behind her ears, revealing the pointed ends, and picked up the pace so they were walking instead. “You were pretty fast this morning, you play a sport or something I’m assuming?”

(Good morning @Topaz~!)

(Good morning! How’re you?)
(By the way, you don’t have to use the @ when talking to me, just call me Topaz :)

Pointed ears.. elven? In truth, Marla had always wanted elegant elven ears, Maine that way she wouldn’t look so plain on the outside. Upon hearing Gwen’s question, she let out a snort. “Me? Sports? I think it was just the fear of being late.”

Gwen laughed, scratching her arm with her free hand. “That’s a no then. Me neither. Not since high school at least.” She kicked a loose pebble on the side walk, watching it skitter ahead. “So What’s Theory of Prophecy about? Are they the ominous kind or the tell me what I’ll have for breakfast tomorrow kind?”

((I’m good! I have to do some homework in a bit so my responses may get a little scattered from time to time today. Also feel free to call me Otter! Or British, seeing as that was my nickname in the TGR/R.A.C. Rp. I’ll respond to either one :) How’re you doing today?))

(Don’t worry, it’s the same with me, and I won’t me on much from around 4 to 8. Ack the nostalgia is hitting me we called you Brittish I loved that nickname.
I’m so-so, idrk)

Marla tugged at the gauzy shawl wrapped around her shoulders, biting her lip in thought. “Well, there’s loads of the ominous kind, but last year’s classes were more about random events and the science of probability. This year it’s more complicated, we’ve actually already had one potential death date. But that’s the thing with the future, it’s always changing, so a vision you have won’t always come true.” A shiver went down her spine as she recalled the four am vision she’d had just hours ago. “We’re also learning about how, theoretically, the Tarot works, because no one knows for sure. Learning how to actually put the theory into practice comes in another class.”

Gwen nodded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth while she thought. “I don’t think I’d handle telling the future very well. Even if it’s always changing.” She mused thoughtfully, looking back at Marla. “You must be pretty brave having to do that everyday.”

(I loved that nickname too! Even though I had to let everyone down by explaining the difference between England and New England.)

(lol)

Marla blinked, taken aback by the casualty of the comment. "Me? Brave?" She shook her head, tugging at her earlobe. "No, I'm terrified." Unsure why she'd shared this little nugget of information, she hastened to add on before she got asked 'If you're terrified, why do you study it?'
"But it's either be terrified alone in my dorm room without having any idea what a vision is or how to control it, or go to a class where I can learn to handle them safely. If I could choose, I'd get rid of any prophetic abilities I have."

Gwen was curious to know more, but didn’t want to press Marla since they were still practically strangers. “Powers suck sometimes.” She agreed, lifting her head to look up at the sky while they walked. “Though it sounds like you have it worse.” She offered a sympathetic smile as they drew close to the coffee shop. “Right there is Treetop. The residence all the life sciences majors get clumped together at.” She gestured to the tall building with vines crawling up the sides of it. “Across from it is the greenhouses, and if you walk another ten minutes or so you’ll hit the campus farm.”

Gwen wasn’t sure why she was rambling so much. She usually would’ve made an excuse to flee the scene by now and hide in her dorm room until her next class. But Marla was obviously feeling down about her powers, and Gwen had crashed into her earlier after all. She shrugged off the odd feeling and continued onwards.

Marla suddenly regretted everything she'd said. Cursing her big mouth, she swallowed, nodding. "That's a really nice residence hall– I don't think I've ever been this way, actually." That wasn't uncommon, the campus was so gigantic that almost no one managed to explore all of it whole balancing courses and a personal life. "My dorm is over by the Dome– the big crystalline thing that absorbs the moonlight."

“That’s what that thing does? I walked in there on my first day thinking it was a greenhouse. Haven’t been back since. The memory haunts me.” Gwen shuddered, her face reddening as she thought back to it.

“Oh! Uh… sorry if it smells over here? The breeze carries over from the farm, and um, most of us can’t smell it anymore?” She massaged her temples lightly, growing more embarrassed. I don’t smell right?! She internally panicked, but tried not to show it, picking up the pace as she spotted the coffee shop.

“And here is our non-smelly destination!” She opened the door, trying to urge Marla inside before she continued to make a fool of herself.

(I'm rereading Roleplay, anyone? askjhda)

Marla's hesitant smile softened, becoming amused as she allowed Gwen to push her inside the cozy-looking building. "It's fine, my mama used to have a farm when I was little, I don't really mind," she said, breathing in the aroma of the place and firmly pushing away any memories of her mother.

(I am too! I’m just started the scene where Zander spikes Blake’s drink at the ball lmao)

Gwen seemed to calm a little once they were both inside the cozy shop. “I come here to study when there’s a class in the greenhouses.” She looked around the quiet room, waving shyly to the half-orc working behind the counter. “That’s Ty. He’s nice. Gave me free coffee on my birthday since I practically live here.”

(lmao that was the best
I miss that rp so much)

Marla gave the half-orc a small wave as well. "I think I've seen him around, he looks familiar." She glanced around the interior of the shop, taking it all in.

(Same, I wish we could start another one, but I’m not even sure it’s possible to get the dynamic all our characters had back together. I haven’t written Blake as a softy in awhile either!)

“Do you want food? Coffee? They have tea here too. And one or two smoothies, I think.” Gwen offered quietly, prying her wallet out of her bag. She was still gripping onto the “plant” in her hand.

(yeah, plus a lot of people who used to be in it have disappeared)

"I think I'll just have some tea," she replied shyly, biting her lip. "Whatever's the cheapest, I guess, I like everything." She didn't want Gwen to have to pay much for her, in fact, she was ready to suggest that she payed for the both of them.

Gwen replied without thinking, trying to decide what to order. “Didn’t realize you were into poet-tea.” She went quiet for a moment before her eyes widened. “Gods, sorry I… I normally say that to my roommate to well, you know. Irritate her. You can ignore that. I’m so sorry you had to—“

Gwen cut herself off, trying to steady her breathing and calm herself down. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be back.” She fled to the counter, where Ty was watching her flounder, clearly amused.

(My hope is that I’ll pick up a book one day and see Ace, Peter, Macha, or someone else in it so I can know you guys all got published like you deserved to be. That would make my day!)

(exactly my thoughts, and thanks uwu
That was the rp that got me so into writing)

Marla followed quickly, sensing the other girl's evident distress. "Wait– It's fine, honestly, I don't mind– You don't have to apologize!" she protested gently, pulling out her wallet. "And here, let me pay for the both of us, I didn't mean to cause you any distress."

Gwen waved her off, groaning quietly. “No, no. You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m just awkward.” She slid a ten dollar bill at Ty and ordered a coffee. “What’s kind of tea do you want?” She asked softly, her gazed focused mainly on the floor.

(Honestly same, everyone there gave me the encouragement I needed to start actually writing chapters and such.)

(yeah same)

Marla bit her lip, wishing she knew what to say to soothe Gwen further. Just look at me.. she begged silently, but dropped the topic. "Anything herbal, I guess. Which one's the cheapest?"

Gwen looked at Ty, watching him shrug unhelpfully. “Just… green tea is fine. It’s the only tea I know.” Please stop messing things up for yourself! You should have just make an escape when you had the chance!

Gwen slinked away from the counter as Ty nodded, slouching down into one of two seats by a table in front of the window. She set her homework plant down and stared outside, wishing she actually thought before she spoke half the time. “Sorry, again. And sorry for saying sorry so much.” She rested her head on the table. “It’s early and I’m not good with people.”