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[Open] Petals & Pages - Mingle #1

♥ Who: You~ (and Vianca)
♥ Where: Shopping District - a new shop!
♥ When: January/February (Lasra/Nalom)
♥ What: Open Mingle Log
♥ Rating: Probably Pretty G

With the coming of Lasra, there was at least one new shop opening its doors in the quiet bustle of the Shopping District! There had been a distinct lack of places to simply sit in that district, but look no further if you were searching for such a spot. There are warm lights on inside, with the sights of large, comfy chairs and couches beckoning from the welcoming windows.

At times, from the same windows, you can catch sight of a pink little girl sitting near the glass, thumbing through an honest-to-goodness paper book.

Walking through the door would earn you a soft greeting. Welcome to Petals & Pages~

It's an Open Mingle Log!!
+ Shop Info is here, plus book requests.
+ Vianca will have her own top-level, and can reply to yours, but this log isn't just for interacting with her!
+ Feel free to use this post for your own plans how you please! The only House Rule is that you gotta sit with someone and get some sweet Dora, it doesn't have to be Vianca~ This includes multiple top-levels if you desire, since the log is for two months.
+ Have! Fun!!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Thank you.

[It was brief, but her eyes definitely lit up a bit at both of these things. Even if he missed it though, Vianca was already sliding under the counter so she could grab his hands with eager excitement.]

They are...!

[Let her drag you over to them!! Look! At these! Books!!!!]

[Well obviously he allows himself to be dragged. How could he say no to such enthusiasm?]

Where'd they come from? The temple?

[Very good. Vianca nodded in front of the shelf,]

One of the priests handed me a package they were very sure was for me. I did not think so, but--

[Vianca reached up to grab the book on the shelf that looked a bit different from the other ones. Those ones were very much a set and professionally bound, while the one she'd picked seemed more like a... self-published sort of deal.]

This one is definitely from home. When Olimar was there, he compiled all his notes into a book.

[Vianca glanced up at him, knowing full well Noctis had no idea who that was.] He was the one that discovered Pikmin.

[He blinks at that, cautiously curious. Is it rude to be nosy about it?? when it's about discovering what she is, like some sort of science textbook? But she has it on display in a public shop, so...]

Want to show me?

[She can decide! He'll temper his curiosity based on how she responds. It's not the biggest deal to him.]

Yes.

[She wasn't about to say no after pointing it out so plainly, but she appreciated the confirmation. There was another of the big comfy couches right near the shelf, and Vianca led him over to it, book in hand.

Let's! Get! Comfy!]

There are lots of notes about all the sorts of things he found on the planet he found us on.

[He is so good at getting comfy, you won't even believe. Happily guided, he flops down on the couch and tucks his legs in, leaning over her head to see the book.]

Do you know what it was called?

[She believed in his powers to get comfy, but he exceeded all of those beliefs. Wow. Vianca settled in just there, pleased with this scenario as she thumbed the book open.]

No. At least, if it has a real name I do not know it. Olimar only referred to it as variations of the Pikmin Planet.

[Oh, huh. Well, if nobody there knew what to call it, it makes sense that he wouldn't be able to write down a name.]

So who's Olimar? Besides the guy who found you.

He was a captain for a freight company on his home planet. When I knew him, he was a biology teacher at my school which was in a different place entirely.

[It was chance after chance that Vianca was even here. It was a chance that Olimar crash landed on the Pikmin planet, a chance he'd crashed amongst the Pikmin, a chance he'd settled down in Final Destination with the seeds he'd taken from the planet.]

I sprouted in the garden he had at his home near the school, so... The notes read more like a story, to me.

That makes sense. That's sorta how reading the Cosmogony was for me.

[A whole lot of ancient tales tangentially relevant to him and his world, but not what one would call a shared experience like history. It was always too vague for that.]

[She was thumbing through a few pages to find some good entries, but glanced up at him at that.]

The Cosmogony?

Yeah, it's a book from back home. It's like... legends, or prophecies, or stories about the gods and the origins of the world. But everything's so old and vague- I know it's about my family and my world, but it doesn't always feel real.

That sounds like it would be a good book to read.

[Maybe someday she could somehow get her greedy hands on a copy. Wouldn't that be fun and magical.]

It does feel a little similar to that, when I read through this. Though it may be a bit more "what might have been" than "what could be." [Luckily, she didn't sound very upset by this.]

It's not bad.

[It'd be nice to see it again, at least. Luna might be happy.]

If you'd grown up on that planet instead of your school, you mean?

[Y'all just hang on to that thought there.]

Yes. I would not be here if that had been the case. Though I suppose stowing away may have been an option. There are a few entries that indicate that we got into plenty of mischief.

[She slid her finger down a few lines of text.]

"The Pikmin are as curious as children! They form groups to perform tasks that would be impossible for an individual. A glimmer of hope as begun to shine in my heart - if I can make use of their skills, perhaps I can fix my ship!"

Huh...

[Well, she could do an awful lot of heavy lifting on her own. It makes sense that a group of them could accomplish plenty together.]

I hope he at least remembered to say thank you.

I wonder. I would hope so, even if we might not have understood.

[We? They? She wasn't sure.]

I did not know him very well, he was always a bit pre-occupied before he left.

Wait, uh... he grew you in his garden, but you didn't know him? So who took care of you?

[She blinked up at him. Had that been an odd thing?]

We were just pikmin in the garden. We didn't need very much. When some of us decided to go to the school, we just stayed there in the dorms.

[Vianca... that's concerning... and that also brings to mind the horrible way she'd been mistreated. If she had no one looking after her the way someone should with a kid, then it's no wonder she hadn't been safe.]

Everybody needs some help when they've just been born. He should've looked after you.

Maybe. [Things might have gone differently.] He did make sure we were properly enrolled, things like that. He already had a family though, and I think...

[She frowned a little, looking back at the pages as she turned them.]

I think we scared him.

Why would you scare him?

[Least intimidating child he's ever met, besides maybe Talcott, since she admittedly can left big rocks over her head.]

"When I see the Pikmin engaged in fierce battle with other creatures of this world, I often grow uneasy wondering why they never attack me... Could it be that they actually view me as a parental figure? A strange, disturbing thought..."

[She lightly tapped the entry after she read it.]

Besides, being responsible for lives is scary. I looked after my sisters, and it was hard sometimes.

I guess, sure. But if you grow a person then you can't just abandon them, no matter how they're born. If he couldn't take care of you, he should've found someone to do it instead of just leaving you to do whatever.

[His tone is firm on this; he will not be deterred. Kids! Should be! Cared for!]

[Vianca didn't disagree, but she couldn't change the reality of what happened to suit this.]

I suppose he thought the school would be alright for that even after he left. My sisters all found better families there, so it worked in a way.

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