[Video] Anarchy in the Oo-Kay

[paletteknife]

[What's that in Mary's hand? A butter knife? Did she steal that from the student kitchens... It may not be sharp, but she seems to be doing her best to completely destroy her desk with it.]

...That new teacher seems weird, doesn't he? The painting one? I can't even tell if he sounds like a boy or a girl. Anyway, painting is okay, but drawing's a lot more fun!

I... have a lot of crayons, so we should all draw together sometime instead!

It's too wet to go outside, so there's not much else to do, right...?

[STAB. STAB. STABSTABSTAB.]

I even have candy...!

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Private. Again. Video.

[roses_are_blue]

[You're freaking him out. Oh god. No. Oh. No.]

Mary.

Insert something about a flasher joke here

[paletteknife]

[GOOD BECAUSE SHE IS FREAKING OUT. What a comedy of errors...]

Hmm? Yes, Garry?

Say...

How did you even get here?

[roses_are_blue]

On a plane.

From my apartment.

[He just sits comfortably in his chair...ready to get to the bottom of this. MARY DOESN'T HAVE TO KNOW HOW SCARED HE REALLY IS YET.]

[paletteknife]

[What the heck is a plane supposed to be...]

You got out... by yourself?

[roses_are_blue]

Yes. With Ib.

[And you were DEAD.]

It's been two months since then, how did you get here?

[paletteknife]

Ib too...

[Ib got out. So she didn't see it wrong. But how the heck... Well, as long as she's not stuck in there all alone, and Mary is out, that's not so bad. It still doesn't change the fact that Garry KNOWS STUFF.]

I don't understand... I've only been here for one month, but I must have got out before you.

[roses_are_blue]

I don't either.

[Because you were DEAD.]

...

[He ponders something. He's about to enter dangerous ground but...he can't leave this subject alone.]

I want to talk to you. Personally.

Please, if you don't mind.

[paletteknife]

...What's wrong with talking like this?

[The one and only time she is happy for a barrier between her and other people.]

[roses_are_blue]

Because I feel that this is a personal matter. We need to discuss this away from the network.

[...He looks none too happy.]

That and I am quite sure that display you just did got a mix of reactions.

[paletteknife]

...

It was... weird, wasn't it...

[NOOOOoooo so much for fitting in. She looks a little defeated.]

Where do you want to talk?

[roses_are_blue]

[He'll save the pity for later.]

Wherever makes you comfortable and where we can be private.

As far as I'm concerned, I refuse to let anything personal get anywhere. No one needs to know about it.

[paletteknife]

[No give it all to her now so she can harness it as a weapon.]

I like... the greenhouse. There's rain now, but if you run you won't get too wet. [Not that she cares either way.]

Action

[roses_are_blue]

That's okay, I have an umbrella.

Greenhouse it is.

[He leaves right away, now on a mission to figure this out for not only his own sanity...but the sanity of everything else. There had to be a reason for this. And if she really was like the Mary he knew...as this display had shown. He was stupid to do this maybe, but he had to. He arrives, umbrella in hand. First few moments though, he takes in some of the unique plants in the greenhouse.]

Re: Action

[paletteknife]

[Mary didn't really plan ahead, and has no umbrella. By the time she arrives in the greenhouse, around five minutes after Garry, she's dripping wet. At least she doesn't seem to mind too much - or else she's too preoccupied with other things.]

...I'm here.

[As she wrings her hair out over a patch of tiny sprouts peeking over the ground, the dim lighting might glint off something metal tucked into her sleeve. Golly, what ever could that be.]

Re: Action

[roses_are_blue]

[Oh...Garry does look concerned.



Confused yet, Mary.]

Oh, you're wet...Let's see if there's a towel here. You could catch a cold.

[Does...Mary know what a cold is?]

You could get really sick.

[He hasn't seen the shiny thing yet.]

[paletteknife]

Sick? ...Like the Coughing Man?

[An eternity of nothing but coughing? THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE.]

But it rained in the gallery on me and Ib... you weren't there.

[Because you were SNOOPING.]

[roses_are_blue]

[Sigh.]

What happened in the gallery was supernatural.

[Oh look, a towel. Yay. Here Mary.]

People in the real world can easily catch pneumonia when weather like this happens.

[paletteknife]

[This real world thing keeps getting more and more complicated... So many different problems she'd never thought of when she wanted to get out. But it was worth it to be surrounded by all these people who obviously adore her, right?

Speaking of, she regards the towel with some suspicion before accepting it. Don't bother playing nice guy, Garry. It won't ease her paranoia one bit.

...But she'll use it now that she has it.]

Is that what you wanted to talk about? Getting sick?

[roses_are_blue]

[What play? GET USED TO IT, THIS IS RL GARRY ACTION. Watch him go SIT on a bench!]

No, it wasn't.

[He folds his hands and rests them on his knees. He's sitting like he's uncomfortable. Because he is. In more ways than one.]

I will say it again. No one will know of what happened at the gallery. I promise I won't tell anyone anything.

[He grows serious.]

With that said, I need to talk to you about many things that are very concerning to me.

[A breath.]

Because last time I checked, I was sure there was no way you'd be here now in front of me.

Something happened.

[paletteknife]

[HE'S SITTING ON A BENCH, IT MUST BE PART OF HIS NASTY CONSPIRACY Actually, she doesn't even look at him while he speaks. Instead she takes more interest in the tiny sprouts from earlier, as though staring at them will make them grow any faster.]

...I thought the same thing. I thought I made sure, then...

[roses_are_blue]

...I figured. That's why I'm even more concerned.

[You acted weird.]

I know this might be hard for the both of us.

[Especially since he knows you hate him.]

But I think we're the only ones who can understand either of our plights. You're free to...talk about it.

[He tries to sound warm and inviting, but he has a feeling he's not gonna like what he will hear.]

[paletteknife]

[Well, since her tulips obviously don't grow as fast here as they did back home, she decides to drape the towel around her shoulders and pick a nearby daisy for something to do with her hands. Loves me, loves me not...]

I dunno what you remember.

[Loves me, loves me not...]

After you gave me your rose...

[Loves me...]

I made sure... you wouldn't get out.

[...Loves me not.]

[roses_are_blue]

[A chill ran down his spine...Mary your creepy is showing again. Knock...that shit out.]

You plucked all my petals off...

[So she...she really did believe she killed him. He learned what Mary TRIED to do back there, but she was defeated...and Garry and Ib got out alive...He needs to know more about this though...He HAD to.]

How did you...get my rose?

[paletteknife]

Huh? You traded it for Ib's. It's weird you don't remember... You're so...

[She frowns and rips the stem in half.]

...close...

[roses_are_blue]

I did...

[What was scary is that he knew he WOULD do that. And the way her body language is and how she's reacting, this all happened from her. She took the rose, and Garry traded his for it.]

It's not that I don't remember.

[Floor, you are suddenly interesting. He refuses to watch her rip apart the flower anymore.]

I would have done it. I would have done anything for Ib, you should know that.

[He puts his hands in his pockets, feeling the handkerchief Ib made for him.]

It's just that I recall that not happening. In fact, you could say...

[Gulp.]

...you were the one that could possibly never make it out.