FLOWER ARRANGEMENT

[bedtime]

Characters: EVERY STUDENT
Format: Action/prose, whichever you want!!
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude school
Summary: FLOWER ARRANGEMENT CLASS
Warnings: oichi is creepy

Oichi arranges the flowers. It is a very simple arrangement-- one red spiderlily standing tall on its stem, and long stalks of some miscellaneous plant alongside it. It's all in a small black vase.

"So like this... yes... did you know? Listen, listen." She turns to face the class. She has some grasp on what she's supposed to be doing here, but does it with her own incoherent flair. Students have been set up with various flowers and containers; flowers sit on a central table, and containers line the walls.

The room is silent. "Did you know? That these flowers, these pretty red blooms, pave the road to hell." She laughs, hiding her mouth with her hands. And then she gestures to everyone in the room, spinning around and rushing limply behind her desk. "Your turn, your turn... Ichi will look at what you put together, so impress Ichi, ok...? Don't disappoint her... remember to be simple yet strong... beautiful like a death poem, ok?"

Comments

[traces]

Dahlia sits near the back of the room. Flower arrangement had sounded right up her alley, but once she'd gotten to the class... She wonders if she'd get in trouble for leaving early.

She looks around a bit nervously.

[bedtime]

Oichi approaches, seeing one person doing absolutely nothing. She's supposed to help her students-- she smiles at the idea of having students-- so that's why she comes to see Dahlia. She shuffles a chair in to the desk and looks at her for a while.

"You're so pretty," she says. "Do you need help...? Ichi will help, so just let her know..."

[traces]

"Um, I... N-no, I'm fine," Dahlia replies, leaning away from Oichi slightly. "I'm just... thinking! That's all..."

[bedtime]

"Ohh, Ichi sees... well then. If you need help, just ask, ok...?" She considers her for a moment, as though she were thinking of reaching out and touching her. But then she slowly drifts away.

lmao god

[tenwholeryou]

Kotarou was of about ten different minds about being here, but here he was. And glaring at the delicateblue pot in front of him like sheer force of will would make an acceptable flower arrangement. It wasn't fair. He hadn't trained for this!

But at least he'd seen some women in town doing this once, and Oichi had showed them, a little... so... the big bright thing went in the centre, right? That made sense. It was... what did you call it, tactics. Yeah. He grabbed one of the larger flowers he'd taken from the central table, and dropped it into the pot unceremoniously. Yeah, that'd do. And now some little ones and some leaves. He grabbed those too.

[bedtime]

"That's ugly," Oichi says it ruefully as she approaches. She's then plucking some of the leaves out of the dish. "That flower is a good choice, however... a very nice choice... it's such a pretty color."

[tenwholeryou]

"That's why I chose it." Yep. Of course. Kotarou is already biting back a retort for the 'ugly' comment, both because he has to admit she's right, and because he's still damn nervous around her. She's the first person he's met who gets more unpredictable if blustered at. "So what goes with it? Those things?" He points at random.

[bedtime]

"No, no... too many and too much... simplicity, ok? Like a rock garden, or the shining blade of a sword..." She slowly and meticulously picks out the leaves and small flowers until there is a wet heap on his desk. She does it for him, adding a few smooth rocks and popping the head of the flower off of the stem. She lays it to float in the water. "Like that, ok...? Do you see, little Kota...? Just a few... not many..."

[tenwholeryou]

"A sword? Flowers are like swords?" With this gem of wisdom firmly planted, he watches her arrange everything with a much more appropriate level of focus. Okay, simplicity. There were rock gardens in the temple. He can just copy those.

"Wait there! I'll do it again." And he runs back to the other tables to fetch a new dish and some supplies.

[bedtime]

She waits there as she is told, looking about the room carefully.

[effortless]

"Ah, Oichi," Nanami stands in the doorway with an armful of freshly-picked flowers and shoots. "I thought you would be here... Shall I place these with the others?"

[bedtime]

"Yes... yes, please and thank you..."

Oichi trails over to Nanami, looking the other girl over. She's very curious of her.

[effortless]

People from their time are rare enough that Nanami is rather curious of her in return - well, she'll admit they aren't exactly companions in time; Oichi is apparently from the sengoku era itself, though Nanami is not familiar enough with it to recognise her name. She seems like the kind of person to make an impression, though.

"The students will learn to make better cuttings soon," she says, by way of vague almost-apology for the uneven stems and occasional torn leaf. Sloppy, and it reflects badly on her. If the Dolorosa didn't watch her... but she does. "Or maybe worse... I can't say they are good students. Not yet."

[bedtime]

Oichi understands, and smiles from behind her hands. "Good or bad... the liveliness is by itself nice, isn't it... Ichi likes the bustle only a room full of heartbeats has..."

[effortless]

"I suppose it is... Well, it must have been annoying to me at first, but one must adjust when it is so difficult to remove them. I was terrible at controlling them initially. So many weak people in one place..."

[savedbyasong]

Surely this class had to go better than the rest. Shion was slowly realising that all the other worlds did not have the same restrictions on the arts and other subjects as No. 6 did and his education in Rat's home had been only the tiniest part of what there was to learn.

But flower arrangement, Shion thought he should be able to do that. He sat watching as the strange teacher, she was a little frightening but she seemed nice regardless.

He took a plain red container and then stared at the flowers. She had said simple so... he took one blue flower and put it in the pot. He then stuck some leaves around it, having no idea if this was what she was looking for.

[bedtime]

Oichi wanders over, carefully considering the contrast of the red against the blue. She turns her head this way and that as she looks. "Do you know...? What this one means..." Her fingertips brush the flower.

[savedbyasong]

Shion smiled at her and shook his head. "No, what does it mean?"

[bedtime]

"It's a lotus," she says, giggling. "Look, look... you picked a beautiful color... blue ones are very rare. This is a baby one... Ichi has seen ones this big." She spreads her arms to indicate size. "But this is a flower Ichi has heard a lot about... it grows out of mud and water into the sunlight. Isn't that pretty...? Isn't that just something...? It's a flower of enlightenment, Ichi thinks..."

[savedbyasong]

"A lotus," he repeated he listened to her, fascinated. A flower that grew out of the mud and water to be so beautiful. Of course, didn't all plants need water? The headache was starting again and he nodded at the teacher. A flower of enlightenment, coming from darkness into light.

"It is very beautiful miss."

[drawsdeath]

[Now this is something Becca thought she stood a chance with. Becca picks out a three inch deep black bowl, and finds a large white flower of some kind. She clips the stem close to the flower itself, and floats it in the water in the bowl. The flower is just wide enough to touch the edges of the bowl. She does nothing else to it, and waits for inspection.]

[bedtime]

[ Oichi approaches, and she looks over Becca's flowers. ]

Pretty... you catch on quickly, like dry grass... black and white are good, good... contrast, the clash of the light against the dark...

[drawsdeath]

I like dark things. But if everything's dark, it all runs together... I want to try something with purple next, but I need some advice.

[Looking to the teacher for help.]

[bedtime]

[ Oichi just wanders away without a word. She's gone for a few minutes, shuffling around the table with flowers on it. She returns with a few miscellaneous flowers colored with various shades of purple. ]

Ichi likes this one the best... isn't it like the night sky? [ She takes Becca's hand and forces a dark purple flower on a stem on her. ]

[drawsdeath]

[She takes it and considers it.]

I'd put small white flowers with it, to be like stars at midnight...