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ataraxion2013-05-02 09:06 pm
vivelavenir) wrote in ataraxion2013-05-02 09:06 pm
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[Video I.]
[He hasn't dont anything like this before in his near two months here, but it would seem about time. There's an innate timidity that comes with addressing absolute legions of people whom you do not know and cannot see, with a device you are still not comfortable with... but, well.
After the recent spat of low events and lower spirits, if there was ever a time pluck up an introductory nerve and present a worthy distraction, this was it.
Smiling lightly at what he hopes is the camera (modern communication, why are you so uncomfortable? He is literally speaking to a metal hunk in his palm...), Jehan greeted with quiet enthusiasm,]
Hello. I don't assume many of you know me; my name is Jean Prouvaire. Good to make your acquaintance.
Even if you do not know me, I'm sure many of you must be well-acquainted with the Oxygen Gardens. Though quite expansive for a single ship, I've noticed that the first floor is especially well-kept, while the upper floors are a bit more... untamed.
[His expression suggests that both versions of the garden are equally impressive, as far as he's concerned.]
The other day, it had been brought to my attention that-- along with a number of very beautiful blooms and buds on all four floors-- there might also be some plant varieties that are harmful in all that thicket.
[The boy who had the interest in belladonnas had quite reminded him of that.]
I thought it might be both useful and nice, then, if there was an attempt to map some of the flora of the Oxygen Gardens. If other passengers are willing to help, we could put together some little collection of various flower types and where to find them into a book. It could be advantageous for viewings, for further learning, or simply to know which to avoid, should any be of a mean kind.
[A soft shrug and he tilted his head, unable to help another quick smile.]
I don't doubt that the gardens may be too vast to capture in a single volume, but... There is a man on board named Claudius who hopes to start a paper-book library. The book could be at home there, and available to any who wish to use it or add to it, over time.
[Pausing a moment, he shuffled, looking down, before holding up a bit of paper that he'd begun the project with. Everything had to start somewhere.
But, as he's rambling now and really doesn't know quite how to end the conversation with something that can't speak in return until he has... He gave a last, tighter smile, and flushed only slightly self-consciously as he finished,]
I'd be grateful for any help, as I don't fashion myself a botanist, scientist or a cartographer. Advice is also welcome and appreciated. Thank you.
After the recent spat of low events and lower spirits, if there was ever a time pluck up an introductory nerve and present a worthy distraction, this was it.
Smiling lightly at what he hopes is the camera (modern communication, why are you so uncomfortable? He is literally speaking to a metal hunk in his palm...), Jehan greeted with quiet enthusiasm,]
Hello. I don't assume many of you know me; my name is Jean Prouvaire. Good to make your acquaintance.
Even if you do not know me, I'm sure many of you must be well-acquainted with the Oxygen Gardens. Though quite expansive for a single ship, I've noticed that the first floor is especially well-kept, while the upper floors are a bit more... untamed.
[His expression suggests that both versions of the garden are equally impressive, as far as he's concerned.]
The other day, it had been brought to my attention that-- along with a number of very beautiful blooms and buds on all four floors-- there might also be some plant varieties that are harmful in all that thicket.
[The boy who had the interest in belladonnas had quite reminded him of that.]
I thought it might be both useful and nice, then, if there was an attempt to map some of the flora of the Oxygen Gardens. If other passengers are willing to help, we could put together some little collection of various flower types and where to find them into a book. It could be advantageous for viewings, for further learning, or simply to know which to avoid, should any be of a mean kind.
[A soft shrug and he tilted his head, unable to help another quick smile.]
I don't doubt that the gardens may be too vast to capture in a single volume, but... There is a man on board named Claudius who hopes to start a paper-book library. The book could be at home there, and available to any who wish to use it or add to it, over time.
[Pausing a moment, he shuffled, looking down, before holding up a bit of paper that he'd begun the project with. Everything had to start somewhere.
But, as he's rambling now and really doesn't know quite how to end the conversation with something that can't speak in return until he has... He gave a last, tighter smile, and flushed only slightly self-consciously as he finished,]
I'd be grateful for any help, as I don't fashion myself a botanist, scientist or a cartographer. Advice is also welcome and appreciated. Thank you.
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Kind of a long time ago. Like almost two hundred years, but I think I've seen older.
[ those starks and their crazy capes, mostly. ]
Scott. And uh - California, 2012. [ a pause, then- ] Did California even exist in 1832?
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I assume it existed, but not in so many words. Empires rise and fall, as do their names. On what continent is the country California? Perhaps I can tell you what we called it.
[His geography isn't too shabby... for the areas of the world he's interested in, anyway.
No luck if you're from Oceania, alas.]And Monsieur Scott, then. It is a pleasure. [Not wanting to be too formal, he added,] Two-hundred years... I don't look awful for my age, then. Not a day over one-hundred fifty, I hope.
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[ it certainly thinks it's its own country, sometimes. the misunderstanding turns that smile into a grin, and it's only encouraged by the joke. ]
One-fifty might be pushing it, but you could probably pass for one-seventy.
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[Glossed over, keeping up with that joke and chuckling despite his embarrassment.] It wasn't a state when I was alive, though that is probably obvious now. I'm familiar with the current-- or, well, to me current-- twenty-four states and territories. Though I must say, America is not very popular in the France of my day.
I do hope relations have improved?
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Technically? Yeah, they're good. We're allies.
[ he thinks?? probably. he's in high school and he's been distracted lately, what do you want. the technically might be a bit off-putting, though he says it with an amused smile. ]
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[That earns a small laugh.]
Well, that's good than. Or I might've had to challenge you to a duel, with the honour of the nation-state of California hanging in the balance.
[He hopes that comes off as a joke, despite being so outdated!]
Lucky that we are allies instead.