Roof Emo Garden, Thursday Afternoon

[goldfishontherocks]

Keyleth hadn't made her way up to the dorm roof before today for some reason, and that was a shame since she'd clearly been missing out on the little garden she'd discovered up here, with its fascinating spiky little plants.

After the experience of having an unexpected shark crash into the simulated common room during class today, being around the plants was oddly soothing -- as was the altitude, which made her feel a little more at home. She busied herself with conjuring water to fill a bucket with which to tend to the plants, then carefully examining them and using her druidcraft to coax some of the more slowly growing buds and shoots into a healthier state.

It was a comforting way to spend an afternoon, really.

[OOC: Post is open, of course!]

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[crack_that_whip]

"Riiight," he drawled slowly. "Still couldn't care less. Unless it ends in screaming and blood, not my problem."

There was a slight pause before he added, "Maybe stay away from the local church to be safe."

[always_someone]

"Yeah, the graveyard is just outside the church," Norman sighed. "Not," he added quickly, "that I'm going there to raise the dead or anything. There are ghosts there. They get lonely, that's all."

[crack_that_whip]

Not a devil forgemaster! That was good.

"And you... talk to them?" That sounded horrifying.

[always_someone]

"They like hearing news from the mainland," Norman confirmed. "Or just chatting about my classes, or telling stories about when they were alive. Sometimes they ask little favors, like to bring new flowers, or to pick weeds. They're mostly just normal people."

But dead.

[crack_that_whip]

The only ghosts Trevor had run into or read about, for the most part, were angry and murderous. So, color him surprised.

"Normal people still tend to be awful." Or apathetic.

[always_someone]

"It helps that these are normal people who can't really do much but talk," Norman replied. And then smiled sheepishly. "I kind of prefer most of them to living people in general."

No ghost had ever stuffed him into a locker.

[crack_that_whip]

That's because people were horrible pieces of shit! And such was life.

"Not too a bad a choice, I guess."

[always_someone]

"Seems to be working out for me, anyway," Norman agreed with a shrug. "And even if it wasn't, it's not really something I can turn off, either."

[crack_that_whip]

Trevor couldn't turn off his own ingrained need to be heroic.

Which wasnt quite the same.

"You could ignore them." PLEASE DON'T TAKE LIFE ADVICE FROM THIS HUMAN TRASH PILE, NORMAN.

[always_someone]

"I used to," Norman replied, shrugging. "Now that they know I can see them, I don't think they'd take that well."

They'd be sad.

[crack_that_whip]

Just be sad forever and ever, slowly not knowing that there's any way else to be!

Oh wait. That was just him.

"Well. Don't get killed."

That was Trevor showing concern.

[always_someone]

"That's the plan," Norman replied, smiling crookedly. And then, belatedly, he added, "I'm Norman. Hey."

[crack_that_whip]

It'd totally suck. "Trevor."

[always_someone]

"Good to meet you, Trevor," Norman said, nodding a little. "And welcome to Fandom, I guess?"

Weird place that it was.