Flora Makes a Friend - RPLOG
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Date
5/7/480
Log
The heat of the day has sent most beings with any sense at all running for the beach, or for shady places of respite. Preferably those that serve cold drinks. One such place lies just off of Saints' Square, where a small cafe is playing host to a number of visiting Creators! It looks like one of the group tours that occasionally passes through.
Flora, for her part, is out and about, tail swaying behind her, and her ears twitching atop her head. She's currently flanked by her usual golem, Bastet, and she's carrying a bag, slung over her shoulder... Seems to be containing a lot of paper of one sort or another.
Intently, she approaches the group, smiling, and silently observing them from a short distance...
This group seems rather more convivial than yesterday's gathering, and much more comfortable, wearing the jumpsuits commont to Creator visitors. Mostly they seem intent on their drinks and rapidfire conversation in that strange dialect that they speak.
For the most part, they ignore Flora as just one of the many beings trying to subtley watch the otherworldy visitors.
Sitting off to one side is an exhausted looking Dax, the miniature rhino in his own jumpsuit. He must be on tour guide duty again.
A flick of the tails, and Flora moves in, smile still on her face. "Flora hopes the creators aren't too hot, today?" the she-cat offers with a smile, before gesturing for a seat. "Flora had some pictures taken, if the creators are still interested in seeing the Shanties and other parts of Firmament safely, yes," the she-cat offers with a warm smile, another tailflick.
Some of the Creators gathered at the cafe seem understandably confused at being approached by an unfamiliar being. Some of them groan and do their best to avoid eye-contact with Flora. But one, a young female that the Highlady will probably remember from yesterday (They all tend to look alike, though), steps up to the tigress, holding a frosty glass of something. "Oh, it's you again," she says, "listen, I am sorry about Gav. He just gets a new cause in his head every now and then and goes a little overboard. I can't believe he talked me into joining his little. . . demonstration."
"It is okay, yes," the she-cat offers with a smile, a flick of her ears as she takes her seat, pulling out a stack of different pictures. All of them black and white, and showing various things. The richer parts of the city, the poorer parts, and of course, the shanties... Some of them even have still-standing people in them!
The young woman looks around at her group, but finding no one particularly interested in extracting her from this little bit of local color, she shrugs and sits down. "Oh," she says, seeing all the pictures, "Did you make all of these? I mean, they are nice, but you did not need to do that. If I wanted PICTURES I would have just used my own CAMERA." She waves at the little machine floating over her shoulder.
"No. Flora sent a few beings to make them, yes. Flora is very busy, yes. Though Flora did make these ones," she offers, as she slides a few pictures showing off different parts of the city from above... Probably taken from a high place, like the castle walls, or the lighthouse.
"And Flora made the camera, of course... Not that one. This one," she mumbles, pulling out a rather large wooden box from the bag slung over Bastet's body.
"Oh! Um, yeah, that is very impressive," the girl says, obviously not wanting to be rude, but certainly not sure what to do about this strange being. "Are this a gift?" she asks, "Or do you want me to buy them? I am sorry, I just am not really sure what you expect me to do. Gav is sort of the crusader. I mean, I care, but the protest thing wasn't really doing it for me. I don't think he really thought through what his cause was."
"Flora was... Mostly planning to just show them. Since miss creator wanted to see the shanties first, but safety was a concern, yes," the she-cat offers, shrugging lightly. "If miss creator wants to buy them, Flora isn't going to stop miss creator, but... It wasn't Flora's goal, no. They can go up on the wall at LongTech's store, yes. Example-pictures," she offers with a smile, another tailflick.
"Flora understands wanting to help, but protesting isn't really a good way to help, no... Do protests help on creator worlds?"
The girl shrugs at the question. "I don't know?" she says, "Sometimes, I guess. It gets people's attention. But Gav kind of got off course with all of this." The Creator flips through a few pictures and frowns. "I don't think he even thought about the poor here on PROMISE," she confesses, "He just does not like the LARGE BUSINESS that has claim to this place. I think he had some kind of idea that he would spark some kind of new revolution here. Get BEINGS to detach themselves from Parson and his people. I don't know."
"From what Flora understands, Mister Creator Parson is here to make sure that things don't get out of hand, yes?" the she-cat flicks her ears, looking off into the distance for a moment. "It is not like beings have a say in that, yes? And Flora would figure that if beings were to revolt, Promise would be quarantined, or worse, yes? Flora very much doubts beings would have a real shot, no," the she-cat offers, shrugging lightly.
The girl sighs. "I do not know," she admits, "I'm just a student here with some other students. I told Gav that it was a stupid idea, but he paid for half of the cost of coming." She smiles and raises her frosty glass, "And believe me, the trip has been more than worth it! Even if we had to come with some STRANGE PEOPLE." She takes a drink and sets her empty cup aside. "And revolting?" she shakes her head, "I don't even see how you could pretend to do that. Not the way that this place is compared with CREATOR worlds."
A smile, a nod. "Flora agrees, yes," the she-cat offers with a smile, before gesturing a waitress for a drink. "Studying is good, yes... Flora still studies... Although Flora has to focus a lot on work, yes. And on the kittens, too," she offers, pulling out a small, wrinkled picture from one of her pockets, showing her, her husband, and the children. She can't be much older than nineteen there... In fact, she can't be much older than her early twenties, right now.
The Creator girl looks appreciatively at the photo, though it is apparent that telling the physical age of beings is not a strong suit of a visiting Creator. "Wow," she says, shaking her head, "BEINGS with families. I know that it is real and it makes sense, it is just so weird!"
"Flora doesn't see why it is weird. Beings have had families for generations, yes," the she-cat offers, shrugging lightly. "Beings don't live forever, no. So if beings want to survive, beings have to have families, yes," the tigress offers with a smile, tails twitching behind her. "And Flora would like to make sure Flora's children have a future to look forward to, yes."
"No, no, I know," the girls says, "It's just that. . . well, things are very different in the rest of the galaxy, let's say that." She shrugs again. "Anyway, it is really nice to meet you, Miss- uh Missus Tiger. But I probably ought to get back to my friends if there's nothing else you need. Sorry about Gav, again."
"Flora. Just Flora. High Lady Longtail while in court, but just Flora anywhere else, yes," the she-cat offers with a smile, a flick of her tails. "Flora hopes miss creator has a nice time in Sweetwater, though! And maybe consider seeing the fair, yes... There probably isn't anything the creators don't already know, but it might be interesting to see anyways, yes."
"I might," the girl says, getting up and going to rejoin her friends, "Nice to meet you, Flora."
