[ living in space sucks. maybe because this particular spaceship is derelict and abandoned, but — sometimes it feels a lot like being back in Wonderland. it's the way they're trapped in here with no hope of escape and no one waiting on the outside for them. it's that sense of constant danger, the blade overhead that could fall at any moment. Minatsuki got used to living her life day-to-day not knowing when she might die, but that was supposed to be something she'd put in the ground, and only recently at that. she didn't want to go back to it. she had been looking at a future where she could think further ahead than the next day.
but it's back to what she knows, and that includes finding ways to kill time. the first thing she learned in Wonderland is that when people are trapped in a cage and they can't see more than one day ahead of them, they just look for how to deal with the monotony. the group of them stranded here have examined the place top to bottom, and from the way things are set up, it seems like this ship was some kind of luxury cruise liner before it was their prison. although much of it has lost the shine it probably once had, left behind to collect dust and rot away, there are decks of the ship that were once for leisure. a grandiose dining hall, a movie theatre, the biggest swimming pool she's ever seen.
most importantly: a whole deck just for the gardens, which Minatsuki immediately commandeers. they're the kind of gardens that are as much for show as they are for survival, with so much space to fill they didn't need to choose one over the other. from hydroponic crops on one end of the deck to ornamental flowers on the other; a berry orchard, a grass lawn, trees reaching towards the ceiling that supplement the ship's oxygen reserves. all of it was overgrown when they first arrived, but it's been brought under control with time and grunt work that she'd roped in others to help with. now, though, it's a matter of working with what they have. they have to tend to the plants that are alive, and make sure the seeds kept in storage on the ship will be able to grow.
there aren't a lot of them who got torn from their lives and dumped on this ship. they're spread thin, most of the time, trying to make sure they'll be able to stay alive out here just one more day without any kind of power failure or hull breach. so there aren't a lot of hands to put to work in the garden, and Minatsuki doesn't need them anyway. she'd refused to teach anyone, too — she's not holding someone's hand while they're still trying to keep the plants alive, she had said, she'll do it later when she's not fucking busy. but there is one person who she doesn't mind, since he seems to know what he's doing, or he's at least not completely useless.
really, given the size of this ship and how few of them are on it, it feels like she might go days without seeing another person if it weren't for Caduceus Clay. it's strange, after the close quarters of Wonderland, and then the lack of privacy in the prison they put her in when Wonderland fell. but she doesn't mind it. spending her days in a massive room where the air is fresh and clean, quiet but for the hum of machines cycling air and water around, the view of stars through those towering windows surrounding them. she dreamed of a place like this, back in Wonderland. if she can't have a life of her own, at least she can have something better than the little flower garden she used to keep for herself in her room.
speaking of those flowers, these ones that were replanted when they cleared out the overgrowth are wilting. she's still learning the lay of the land here, between the size of the place and the damage done by all the time it spent abandoned. she thinks they should be salvageable as long as they do the work to save them now. and she could do it by herself, but— ]
Oi, Caduceus! [ she's not sure where he is, but she's sure he'll hear her if she shouts. it's not just quiet in here, it echoes. the only places on the ship that don't sound empty are the rooms with carpeted floors. ] Get your ass over here.
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some kinda generic space jamjar setting
but it's back to what she knows, and that includes finding ways to kill time. the first thing she learned in Wonderland is that when people are trapped in a cage and they can't see more than one day ahead of them, they just look for how to deal with the monotony. the group of them stranded here have examined the place top to bottom, and from the way things are set up, it seems like this ship was some kind of luxury cruise liner before it was their prison. although much of it has lost the shine it probably once had, left behind to collect dust and rot away, there are decks of the ship that were once for leisure. a grandiose dining hall, a movie theatre, the biggest swimming pool she's ever seen.
most importantly: a whole deck just for the gardens, which Minatsuki immediately commandeers. they're the kind of gardens that are as much for show as they are for survival, with so much space to fill they didn't need to choose one over the other. from hydroponic crops on one end of the deck to ornamental flowers on the other; a berry orchard, a grass lawn, trees reaching towards the ceiling that supplement the ship's oxygen reserves. all of it was overgrown when they first arrived, but it's been brought under control with time and grunt work that she'd roped in others to help with. now, though, it's a matter of working with what they have. they have to tend to the plants that are alive, and make sure the seeds kept in storage on the ship will be able to grow.
there aren't a lot of them who got torn from their lives and dumped on this ship. they're spread thin, most of the time, trying to make sure they'll be able to stay alive out here just one more day without any kind of power failure or hull breach. so there aren't a lot of hands to put to work in the garden, and Minatsuki doesn't need them anyway. she'd refused to teach anyone, too — she's not holding someone's hand while they're still trying to keep the plants alive, she had said, she'll do it later when she's not fucking busy. but there is one person who she doesn't mind, since he seems to know what he's doing, or he's at least not completely useless.
really, given the size of this ship and how few of them are on it, it feels like she might go days without seeing another person if it weren't for Caduceus Clay. it's strange, after the close quarters of Wonderland, and then the lack of privacy in the prison they put her in when Wonderland fell. but she doesn't mind it. spending her days in a massive room where the air is fresh and clean, quiet but for the hum of machines cycling air and water around, the view of stars through those towering windows surrounding them. she dreamed of a place like this, back in Wonderland. if she can't have a life of her own, at least she can have something better than the little flower garden she used to keep for herself in her room.
speaking of those flowers, these ones that were replanted when they cleared out the overgrowth are wilting. she's still learning the lay of the land here, between the size of the place and the damage done by all the time it spent abandoned. she thinks they should be salvageable as long as they do the work to save them now. and she could do it by herself, but— ]
Oi, Caduceus! [ she's not sure where he is, but she's sure he'll hear her if she shouts. it's not just quiet in here, it echoes. the only places on the ship that don't sound empty are the rooms with carpeted floors. ] Get your ass over here.