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]

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]

The green room?

Is that what they call your afterlife?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Um. I don't really know what an afterlife is, but I'd say it was more of a before-death.

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

I see. This is what happens when you stop being alive. What happens to the soul.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I... huh. [He shrugged] Never really thought about it. I mean, the bodies are usually taken away and incinerated, especially if it's the Mildew.