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nedofpies ([personal profile] nedofpies) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-04-06 12:31 am

[open] apples and quinces, lemons and oranges

Who: Ned, open to all
What: Here be species-swap logs involving Ned the unlikely fertility god.
Where: Anywhere (preferably outdoors).
When: Duration of the event (58 - 61); put date in header, please.
Warnings: Blood, kidnapping, creepiness and general Ned-terrorizing? [will add more as necessary]

Ned wanders the town barefoot, leaving a path of fruit and flowers and vegetation behind him. There are daffodils and bluebells, hyacinths and crocuses, irises of all colors, primroses and poppies and periwinkle in profusion. When he stops to sit quietly under a tree, by the edge of the woods, the vines spread out from his body like paint creeping through water. They slowly wind their way up the trees, or else sprawl across the ground, swelling with strawberries and blackberries, grapes and kiwis, passionfuit and cherries.

He doesn't understand why it is happening, but from the sound of the messages over the communicator, everyone has been going through some strange changes. As far as Ned's concerned, being some kind of plant conjurer is better than some options.

Since he can't think of much else to do with his time, Ned lounges in the dappled shade and makes bouquets. All he needs to do is rake his hands through the soil and a few minutes later, up come the snapdragons, up come the cala lilies. He finds that, if he focuses on a particular kind of flower as he does it, sometimes it is mixed amongst the others. As he sits the hydrangeas are bubbling up around him, shielding him from view.

Ned isn't worried about resting in the woods, despite all the dire warnings he's heard in his short time here. He is at the very edge, just in the shade of the first few trees; the lions and tigers and bears can't possibly have any objections. So he lounges in his cozy bower, hazy, half-awake (he hadn't exactly slept well, the previous night), weaving crowns of camellias and garlands of gladiolus.
rigging: (smile.)

[personal profile] rigging 2013-04-11 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
There's something here, something that strikes Jesse as familiar. Maybe it's the way Ned waves off his problems, or maybe it's what he says, about people trying to fix him. He does get it. Before - before Galen, really, there were people always trying to change who he was. So Jesse understands.

It's why he just grins when Ned thanks him.

"You're welcome, man," Jesse tells him, pleased with himself. It's not often that he actually gets people to smile like this. It's a nice feeling. "S'like that one - fuck, I dunno, I think it's a Dr. Seuss quote. 'Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind'?"

Jesse laughs a little. It's corny, but whatever. "I figure I'm just as fucked up as everybody else, so I ain't got a leg t'stand on. So yeah. No problem."
rigging: (incubus all up in here.)

[personal profile] rigging 2013-04-11 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jesse feels the same way as far as the quote goes. It's nice to remember it sometimes, one of those little comforts when he feels like he's - being left out. Which is something that he's been feeling all day, but he's slowly trying to get past it. This actually makes him feel better, like he can do something without fucking it up.

When Ned answers with a quote of his own, Jesse laughs a little. He didn't quite follow the train of thought, but it's true enough. Either way, Ned's exhaustion is evident and it's enough to distract Jesse from responding to it. Instead, he wrinkles his nose, peering at Ned.

"How long has it been since you slept, huh?" Jesse asks, scooting closer and peering at the piemaker like he's going to be able to smell how long he's been awake for or something.
rigging: (look up.)

[personal profile] rigging 2013-04-11 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
It does make Jesse feel bad, though - because he feels like he should've been around to stop it. It's not the same thing as Galen and the nightmare dog, but still. So Ned's too scared to sleep, and forty hours, yeah, Jesse's going to have to do something about it.

"Jesus fuckin' christ, Ned, almost two days?" It's not anything but concern, because Jesse's been there. "Man, look. You're gonna sleep right now, and I'm gonna look after you, yeah? Don't argue with me, you gotta sleep. And you said Galen gets all like - up in your business, right? Well, if it happens, I'll bite him."

Don't try to stop him either, because he's already pulling off the cardigan and making it into a pillow.
rigging: (Default)

[personal profile] rigging 2013-04-11 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned going straight to sleep makes Jesse grin a little, rubbing at the back of his head. Right. Time to protect, then. He can do that well enough.

With a sigh, Jesse shakes himself out and in the next minute, he's a wolf, big and furry and warm as hell. He takes in the way Ned looks, snuffling, and then promptly moves to settle down mostly on top of Ned, head flopping down on Ned's chest with a snort. There. Now he's safe.

And Ned has a big flurry blanket. He'll stay there until Ned wakes up.