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What's everyone's favorite color?

Favorite foods would be nice to know, too. You might learn other people like things you hate, or stuff you've never thought of? Favorite flowers as a third thing, I guess, if you have one. A lot of people don't.

My favorite color is rose pink, my favorite food is blueberry pancakes, and my favorite flower is... I don't even have one, actually, I like too many. Plumerias are nice?

[For Valentino (Backdated to the 15th)]
[She doesn't bother messaging Valentino ahead of time. Even holding back as much as she is with her senses, she has an idea of what sort of person he is, and he's not the type where giving him more fields for negotiation will make things go any better.

Her hair is bound back into a thick braid, fennel sprigs peeking out from the dark curls and tuberose flowers tucked behind her ears, and she comes up to him in the hallways not too far outside his cabin shortly after the pairing announcement goes up.]

Hi. Valentino, right? I'm Adamantea, so you're temporarily under my responsibility until pairings switch next month. We should talk.

[She says it all very peaceably, considering she's maybe half his height and has to actively crane her neck back to make eye contact, but there's something very sharp in that diamond-eyed gaze.]

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I don't know if I have a favorite of any of the three, but I assure you it's because of the overabundance of options rather than a disdain for any.

There's still got to be some you like more than others, right?

You’re the new one, aren’t you. In Counseling.

Yep. That's me.

[Well, she was considering cornering him the next time he came into the offices, but this works too.]

Want to talk about something?

Sure. What's your experience?

I've done a lot of counseling work for a lot of different people over multiple decades? And my power is to be able to know the hearts and minds of things and people.

The rest of it is... weirder and hard to explain.

What's that look like, counseling work?

For fuck sakes...

Sure. Try to explain it.

Mostly a lot of listening to people. Letting them vent, if they need to, and maybe asking guiding questions to help them find a path to the clarity it would help them to have. Sometimes I go further than that, if they want it? Sometimes they just need someone to listen and understand. It can kind of look like anything.

Okay, uh. So. I'm a god? I have... a lot of control over the part of reality that makes up minds, dreams, feelings, all that stuff. My main area is emotions and feelings, but... whatever you think 'knowing the hearts and minds' means, it means that, and also other things too. I know people, it's kind of my thing.

And that's counseling, is it? Listening to people.

[he scoffs, irritated]

Right, well. Thanks.

Listening without judgment, then figuring out what they can improve by working with them. It's not magic. Just helping them see things they can't see by themself.

...for the record? When you do what you're going to do, I won't stop you.

And that's what a god does, is it?

Okay. Because I'm going to take a piss and then go get a drink.

No. It's what I like doing. Being a god just makes me better at it.

Okay. Nice talking with you?

You too.

[ It’s obvious based on the noises in the background that Darling’s using the network while doing something else. What that something else is, who knows. The only context clue is a weird rattling sound that’s hard to identify. ]

My favorite color is orange. My favorite food is black coffee. I also don’t think I have a favorite flower—I should probably pick one! I know they’re technically a weed but can dandelions count?

Dandelions count! Being weeds doesn't mean they're not flowers.

[Truly, she sometimes feels like the patron god of Staying In Her Fucking Lane. She still listens in to try and pick out anything identifying in the noise.]

D'you like your coffee hot or cold?

[ It sure is a lot of rattling. And also a weird sort of whirring? It kind of sounds like something that might be a centrifuge, but what centrifuge would rattle like that. ]

Hot, easily. I used to live in New York. We’ve got hot coffee weather more often than cold coffee weather. Besides, hot coffee wakes you up quicker! At least, it does for me.

Oh wow, I don't know that I could pick just one color to be my favorite, not when they all have something to offer! I love a lovely turquoise, or a ravishing red. Black is always in style, but white is impressive and striking. Purple is still expensive where I'm from, but always a taste of royalty - sorry, I've gotten ahead of myself.

Right, flowers! I grew up with the striped Barbados Lily all over the place where I am from; it's beautiful. Roses are always nice, but don't like the tropical climates so much. Plumerias ARE wonderful, you're right!

[She giggles.]

Having a bunch of favorite colors is pretty common, even if there's one you like a little better than the rest and don't actively know it.

And roses are pretty picky, yup. There's a lot of flowers that don't like warm, hot places very much, which is a shame! Most of them are so pretty. The same goes for flowers that don't like the cold, anyway, so no place is perfect.

Well, for me, I like to have a variety of colors in my wardrobe for all seasons and occasions. I suppose it's lucky that I work IN the Wardrobe here on the ship as well. I do wear a lot of turquoise and aqua, I have to admit.

That is one good thing about the Greenhouse here; I'm able to see flowers that I could have never seen back home, and only seen in books. I grew up on a tropical island, and live on a ship in a tropical place these days. Not a lot of flowers meant for cooler weather there.

I like blue. Like a big open sky.

[ Something that she never saw prior to the Barge. ]

Dark blue or light blue?

Bright. Light. Expansive.

That's a really pretty color! You have good taste.

I don't know when taste becomes 'good' but it is my own.

[ important distinction to someone who deconstructed from a death cult. ]

'Good' taste just kinda means stuff I also like in this context, I guess? But it is a nice color. And having a good idea of your own taste is also nice!

And plumerias are nice. I have some growing in desert room.

What colors are you growing?

They have a soft pink flower and a yellow center. Quite cheerful.

I tend to like soup, but the warmth matters more to me than the flavor. [They like the way it feels.]

I never thought about flowers, but I usually wear black.

That makes sense. What about the texture, though?

Black's not a super common color for natural flowers. But there's a few out there!

I never really thought about texture, but I never ate consistently before I came to the Barge. [They rarely had a body to feed.]

I think my favorite color would be black or blue. [Those are the colors they seem to wear the most.]

What do you like about plumerias?

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Dunno how to explain it? Overall they're just... nice. I like the way they look, what they feel like when you touch them, the colors they come in, what they smell like.

Flowers have never been interesting to them, but they like the idea of being aware of their experiences the way Adamantea described it. That does sound nice. I never thought about it like that before.

[ Valentino's grin spreads slowly the second she says responsibility, all sharp teeth and amusement, cigarette ember glowing between lacquered claws. He leans one shoulder against the wall like he owns the hallway, and probably thinks he owns the ship too. ]

Well, isn't that cute~

[ His eyes, large, almost glowing magenta and seemingly pupilless, drag over her braid, the flowers, the sprigs, he thinks to himself that she looks like she'd just had the time of her life in a hedge somewhere... But it's her posture that has him raising an eyebrow. The way she seems to be trying very hard not to look threatening while absolutely being adorably threatening. Val smirks, taking a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the pink smoke from it to the side of her head, watching as it forms a little heart before fading away. ]

Y'know, usually when somebody volunteers to babysit me, they at least buy me dinner first.

[ The smile never leaves, but it narrows a little when he catches that stare. Predatory recognising predatory. He pushes off the wall lazily, towering over her now on purpose. ]

But sure, princesa~ we can talk. Long as this ain't gonna be one of those boring little lectures about cooperation and boundaries. I get enough of those already.

[ A soft chuckle escapes him as he dips his head just enough to make the gesture feel mocking instead of respectful. ]

So. What exactly are you planning to do with me for a month?

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