1.1.01.01.014: flowers are not to be picked, they are to be enjoyed by everyone.

[needshumility]

[Eddie's on camera. He's grinning. This isn't meant to be public, but it isn't. He's on deck, so you can see the stars behind his head, and a greenhouse in one corner.]

Jane! Jane! JANE! [he's raised his voice. Oh no. The camera turns to some flowers - all the colours are overly bright, and quite obviously artificial, to anyone with normal sight. They're incredibly vivid, and might give you a headache if you look too long, but this doesn't seem to bother Eddie too much.]

We got a garden! [He pans across a small few beds of flowers, all in variants of vivid colours - even the leaves are a slightly unnatural green]

Brilliant. I could kiss someone.

[pause, and he realises this is public, so thinks he ought to say something.]

Um. Nobody pick our flowers. They're... there for public enjoyment.

Comments

[goodgrasshopper]

[This... looks like Oz. From the movie. Huh.]

Those are... pretty interesting flowers. Do they grow like that where you're from?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

No, they're coloured with Univisual colours. It means we can see all the colours. But they don't grow like that.

[goodgrasshopper]

...Univisual colors? What are those?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Ones which me and Jane can see in full? They're produced by National Colour for everyone.

[goodgrasshopper]

...Do you mean you don't usually see colors?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um. Did I not mention that?

I can only see Red.

[goodgrasshopper]

No, you didn't mention that. [Molly's life is full of color. She is so sad for you.]

But you can see the colors of those flowers?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Yes. National Colour produce the colours so everyone can see them.

[goodgrasshopper]

[smile] I'm glad. I can't imagine anyone would do anything to them.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

They better not.

[goodgrasshopper]

I agree. Like you said--they should be for everyone to enjoy, not destroy.