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

Re: /ARRIVES BACK FROM HIATUS /SO LATE C:

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

At home, everyone has a colour garden in their town.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

How does this differ in nature from an ordinary garden?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It has colour piped in, so that everyone can see the colours of the plants and flowers. These don't seem to have it piped in, but do have the artificial colours.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

Colour cannot be made artificially. This is simply illogical.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

National Colour do it all the time, I promise you. It's rendered down from scrap natural colour.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

You come from a most strange world indeed.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It's not strange to me.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

It most seem most ordinary to you. It is us who are strange.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Yes, but it's all part of... a learning process, I suppose.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

You are a warden. You do not need to learn.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

We all need to learn. ...Despite what the Rules say, you can never know everything there is to be known.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

This is true. And there are things which ought not to be known.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Are there? Like what?

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

I do not wish to discuss this thing.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

...Victor, at home, we generally think that curiosity will lead you dangerous, dangerous places, and asking questions is not just a bad idea, but a potentially dangerous one.

I never let that put me off asking them, because... The reason we're taught not to ask questions is because the answers are horrific.

So I'd like to know what you think is... outside the boundary markers.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

Yet the answers are horrific indeed. They were right to teach you these things.

I do not know what these boundary markers are?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

No, because we'd just be ignorant to these horrific things. We'd be perpetually stupid and not realise what was going off around us.

I mean, um, what's the phrase... off limits?

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

That would be a blessing indeed.

Do you refer to the barge or the world from which I come?

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It's not. It's anything but a blessing.

Either.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

There are places on the barge where I cannot venture, but wardens may. There are no such places in my world, merely places that are unpleasant to visit.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I... more meant off limits in terms of conversation.

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

I suppose there are indeed some things.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Such as?

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

Immoral things. I do not know if I wish to speak of them.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It's just you and me, Victor. You can.