Joke Thirty: A gift for a friend

[crazy_clownwoman]

 [A. Early Monday Morning: Action for istheatmosphere : Oh guess what! You're waking up now, on the ground in the middle of the park! Harley's in her clown costume and poking your shoulder. Man knocking people out and dragging their unconscious forms to a park is hard work.]

Hey, hey singing lady! 

[B. Action for poisonivyforyou : Red, Red! Somehow Harley managed to get you to wear a blindfold and is now dragging you towards a strange location. What are you getting yourself into?]

Come on Red!

[C. OPEN: Remember the park? How bland and boring it was? Well with the help of a magical singing lady, the park is now OVERGROWN with plants, everywhere. Harley is standing there in her clown costume looking pleased. Ivy may be around somewhere. Come up and ask where the jungle came from?]

[ooc: The park will be returned to normal by Tuesday of course.]

Comments

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Didn't I what?

Oh! Okay, my friend, her name's Ivy. The town was really mean to her. And she's really new here still so she's all sad. So I thought if I got her a bunch of plants it would cheer her up!

'cause she really loves plants. Like, really loves them.

[It's clear she's telling the truth.]

Oh god, I'm so sorry I've been so slow!

[istheatmosphere.livejournal.com]

[Still holding her head. There's a pause after Harley's done speaking.]

Well, I suppose in this situation I don't see any harm in it.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Really?

[Looks surprised and now you're getting hugged.]

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[istheatmosphere.livejournal.com]

[She's sort of taken aback by the hug.] Err, yes, well.

[Aw, to hell with it. If Harley's is as happy as Harley is about this, then Mokuren's just glad her powers have a use for once. She's waiting for Harley to get off her so she can get down to business, though.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Let's go with a smile!]

You're the best!

this is so schmaltzy and tl;dr, I'm sorry

[istheatmosphere.livejournal.com]

[A wry smile] I'm the last.

[But she took a step away, and she sang a passage from the Kisanado, a blessing from Sarjalim. She began softly. It still felt so weird to sing without hearing the chorus of the plants rise up and sing with her. The only sound she could hear is the rustling of the trees in the wind.

She recalled what her father had told her, that she he had to pour her heart into the song. Her emotions would turn into her song, which would become the air, which would melt into the atmosphere. Until recently, the plants were as deaf to her song as she was to theirs. Did it matter to the atmosphere that she could no longer understand the trees and the flowers? She wanted to believe it didn't, that her song could escape the confines of this sinister, artificial world, that it could somehow reach the true Earth.

And the plants did begin to grow, and she knew what she was going to sing next. Her voice rose as she sang about the great cataclysm on her homeworld and the exile of her people to the colonies. Though the words were in an alien language, Mokuren put her own loneliness and grief into the tale of their sadness and fear. And she also sang about the joy and the relief her people felt that they had survived, and the faith they had that one day they would be able to return.

She was singing for Harley and for Harley's absent friend, and she was singing for the plants, whom she could no longer hear. But she'd almost forgotten about her audience. This something she also needed for herself. She had to be reminded that you couldn't live without taking joy in what moments you have, and without hope that things would get better.

The last notes trail off into the air, and the park is now completely overgrown.]