[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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[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.

[paletteknife]

What do... you mean...? What happened?

[What could have happened? It wasn't like her rose could have wilted at all. The only thing that posed any danger to her was...

That lighter...]

[roses_are_blue]

[Gulp...]

We round the room with your painting. You caught up to us and tried to chase us down with your palette knife.

We had no choice.


[He actually had to look up. Garry wasn't taking it well that Mary slowly killed him, but at least he was hiding it. Mary HAS no such control.]

We burned it with my lighter.

[paletteknife]

You weren't supposed to be in there!

[The last secrets she had left, violated. And out comes the knife. He's going to burn her again, she's convinced of that much. That's why he really wanted to meet with her alone.]

You won't get me again. You can't!

[What a well timed flash of lightning.]

[roses_are_blue]

[Garry's face grew terrified. But then it grew serious again. Mary was mistaken, but she was still dangerous. He had to think fast or she WOULD stab him...Would she? She...shouldn't.]

Mary! I am not here to kill you!

[paletteknife]

[Good thing she didn't grab a steak knife.]

Why should I believe you?

[And in an instant, her expression changes from panic to manic.]

Hoho...hooo. Oh, Garry, what are you going to do, then?

[roses_are_blue]

[Oh, he knows what he's going to do.



He says nothing as he tried to do his best to just take that knife. Garry wasn't all that strong, but he can best a 9-year old with a butter knife. He grabs Mary's arms and he then managed to grab the knife. Once he did, he tosses it to the other side of the greenhouse. He doesn't let Mary go, he gripped her shoulders and stared at her face. He looks more FIRM than ANGRY, even though he's very upset and nearly regretting this. This can't be for nothing. Garry can't back down on this girl yet, as crazy as she is.]

Mary. Mary. Calm down, now.

Is this what you want your new life to be, right here? Trying to stab people in the greenhouse? Do you know how people respond to that?

I came here to try to help. You don't know what it's like to be human and you want to make friends, right?

[paletteknife]

[Aaand there goes the knife. But she's not down and out yet! She struggles regardless, for all the good it does her. At first it seems she absolutely refuses to listen to a word Garry says, but then she hears the word 'help' and... actually settles down a bit.

She's not going to look him in the eye, though. Help. How could he possibly help? What does he know?

...But he knows everything now, doesn't he...]

I... I do have friends already... So many friends... on the moon

[She doesn't sound too sure of that fact.]

[roses_are_blue]

[Garry keeps hold his grip, but his firm face softens. Mary is listening and not on a rampage, we're getting somewhere. He sighs. He noticed the wavering tone of her voice.]

You don't sound confident in what you're saying.

[He humors her though. He takes a breath, he's also getting calm. He wished she would look at him when he spoke, but beggars can't be choosers.]

Regardless, do you know how to keep a friend? Trust someone else? Do you want others to trust you?

What if a friend hurts your feelings or betrays your trust, do you know what to do?

[...]

I'm not saying you have to be friends with me, or like me. Especially for what I did. I understand. I still want to help you. You deserve a fresh start as much as the next guy.

[paletteknife]

A friend wouldn't... do that to me...

[But Ib must have, if she and Garry were in that room. And maybe she did by plucking Garry's rose, even if she doesn't think it really counts. She still doesn't really understand how she and Garry remember different things happening, but it must be true if they're both here now.]

I...

[Ugh, admitting she does need help making and keeping friends is hard. Especially to Garry. If she hurt him - killed him even - why would he still think she deserves a fresh start? That's dumb. Is that what friends--

No, not friends. It's just what Garry does. That's all.]

...You can help me... if you really know how.

[roses_are_blue]

[You have no idea the amount of feelings Garry is feeling right now that is confusing. If Garry thought Mary was terrifying and the cause of many of him and Ib's problems, why does he still care for her? Because he does and well..."How to Make Friends". Mary only wanted what normal people had, she never had any guidance at all to what was even right or wrong...He understood that now.

But Mary had given in, and Garry finally smiled again. He got through, finally.]

I can really help you, you can always come to me with questions, okay?

[paletteknife]

Okay.

...

I guess I shouldn't use a knife anymore...?

[roses_are_blue]

No, you shouldn't. That's step one, never use a knife.

[Please. Please.]

[paletteknife]

[SIIIGH. Why do they even HAVE knives if you're not supposed to use them...]

...I can do that.

[Forks, though.]

[roses_are_blue]

[Technically a child shouldn't be trusted with a knife even for eating but hey. Oh we are going to an okay start maybe?]

That's great, now.

[Relaxed.]

I think we should head on back, it's starting to get late.

[And Garry is tired. Mentally and physically.]

[paletteknife]

It's still raining...

[IDEA. She takes the small towel from around her neck and puts it on her head and... no, that's too small. Okay, forget the towel. She scrunches it up and throws it over her shoulder, then moves behind Garry and hides her head under his coat instead.]

...Okay. I'm ready.

[roses_are_blue]

Hahaha, alright, let's go back.

[...Mary, Garry brought an umbrella but okay. They can both be dry in a small confined space, let's just say that. Garry suddenly was...happy? He was in the same room with Mary and he was happy? This may or may not last but this was a pretty okay thing to do. Things seemed cool for now. Garry nodded and walked with Mary back to the dorms under the confined space he never thought they would come to sharing. He'd been given some sort of privilege.]