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.

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[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

...Really? I bring the spring and make plants flower.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

On your own?

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Yes. Come to the greenhouse and I will show you.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I... always thought they just did it on their own.

Are you there now?

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Yes. I have been asleep for days and the flowers have missed me.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Oh, were you in a coma? ...I have something for you to fill in, if you don't mind. It might stop them happening again.

I'll be there very shortly, though.

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Yes I was.

Alright. I will be here.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[As Eddie was outside, playing with his camera, he just stuck his head around the door of the greenhouse,] Hello?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie stepped inside and gave her a slight wave,] Hello. I... don't think I caught your name before.

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

I am Persephone. Welcome to the greenhouse. What is your name?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Eddie Russett. Nice to meet you, Miss Persephone. [he stuck out a hand to shake hopefully]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[Persephone took Eddie's hand and shook it quickly.] It is nice to meet you, Eddie Russett. You may simply call me Persephone.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

So you... help the plants grow? [He kind of presumed she was a gardener, and maybe that was what 'goddess' meant and she was just being flowery with her language. He wouldn't put it past the Previous.]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Yes. I make the plants go. You see? [Persephone picked up a tomato seed and focused on it for a moment, and then the seed sprouted quickly into life.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He raised an eyebrow in surprise,] I didn't know the Previous could... wow.

[Still didn't see the real distinction here.]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

They can't. Only the divine and those with divine powers can do it.

[The plant kept growing, blooming more fully and sprouted leaves. Leaves then added blooms and blooms had little tomatoes growing on them in an instant.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

How do you... get divine powers?

[Still not getting this 'god' thing.]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[Persephone frowned as the tomatoes kept blooming, and then she looked at him.]

You are odd for a mortal. Gods are beings which are not mortals. They were born from other gods in some way. We have things we are responsible for.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Oh, so it's like... hereditary.

[He nods a little, thinking he's understood it when he really hasn't.]

We've all got responsibilities, though. Are yours the plants?

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

A bit yes.

I am the Queen of the Underworld and the Goddess of the Spring, I spend my life in both places.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

That's quite an impressive title. What's the Underworld?

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

The underworld is where mortals go when they die.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Like... the green room?

[No, still not getting it.]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[Persephone was kneeling among some plants, but they were not flowers. Instead they were veggies for the kitchens.]

I am here!