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[oursavinggrace]

Sender: Jason Grace
To: All
Subject: Help

Hi, I'm Jason. I'm new and had some questions.

I heard living arrangements here are kind of a free for all. How do people find themselves a place? I get that it's all just up for grabs, but do how do you know which are actually available? Do you just knock on doors or try to open them randomly? I'm kinda worried about just barging in on someone. Has anyone accidentally walked in on someone that forgot to lock up?

And what's the longest anyone's been here? My friend Leo said he knows someone who's been here for more than a year.

Thanks in advance for any answers.

Comments

[oursavinggrace]

[He's not stupid, but this wouldn't be the wildest thing he's ever heard of in his life.]

It still feels awkward to just walk up to a door and try to open it. Wouldn't most people be kinda freaked out if they just heard someone trying to open their front door?

[your_best_friend]

Everyone sort of gets used to it. I should know. I've been here for more than two decades.

[oursavinggrace]

Gods, that's a long time.

[Especially for a...whatever this thing is.]

Sorry, but what did you mean by "flower"?

[your_best_friend]

By flower, I mean talking, sentient flower. Determination is a powerful thing.

[oursavinggrace]

[Oddly, not the weirdest thing he's ever heard.]

Like a nymph?

[your_best_friend]

No, like a buttercup. You know, the one with poisonous petals?

[oursavinggrace]

Ok nevermind, I have no idea what you're talking about.

[your_best_friend]

[...For real?]

I have six yellow petals growing from my white face and the petals are poisonous to eat.

[oursavinggrace]

I get that part, I just don't think I've ever seen a talking literal flower before.

[your_best_friend]

I bet not many people have if you don't count everyone in Kansai. Where are you? Little old me can talk face to face with you if you'd like to see me in action!

[oursavinggrace]

I'm just flying around the residential area right now.

[your_best_friend]

What, like literally or figuratively?

[oursavinggrace]

Literally.

[It's hardly any weirder than a sentient flower, right?]

[your_best_friend]

Look up, got it. I'll see you soon!

[oursavinggrace]

[Huh. Guess he might be pausing for a chat. He puts the journal away and flies a bit lower so he's less hidden by the canopy. Looking up, one may very well see what looks like a blond teen Superman flying by.]

[your_best_friend]

[It may be a couple minutes, but Flowey does eventually spot him]

Oh! Howdy! Down here!

[oursavinggrace]

[The shout catches his attention and Jason drifts downwards. Even still, it takes him a few seconds to find the source trying to pick out a specific literal flower in a forest. He's tentative as he lands, suddenly very aware of the plantlife he's stepping on as he does so.]

Uh, hey.

[your_best_friend]

Golly, you act like you've never seen a flower before.

[Flowey, stop teasing him.]

[oursavinggrace]

None that talk.

[That he can remember, anyway. His memory is, admittedly, super fucked. To his credit, Jason's surprise seems fairly mild – in the grand scheme of demigod nonsense, a talking flower is unusual but not especially wild.]

How were you writing in the journal without hands?

[your_best_friend]

[Flowey doesn't say anything, instead opting to summon a couple of vines from the ground. One of the vines takes a quill out of his inventory.]

Any more questions? Little old me has you covered!