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Its grasping hands are starting to slow down now. So, those are tied to its MOOD, noted. You hand Lucy the watering can. "We're going to take care of it, miss LIMBO." You have an idea of what its actual name is but it's best to be cautious. You aren't 100% sure if it's Miss Rolle or not.
"I a-actually had a cactus at my old apartment. N-not the first time I've taken care of a plant, miss."
"Oh, hopefully it's okay." "I-I rented with a friend, s-she can probably take care of it for me. N-not like she n-noticed I'm gone."
Your expression softens. Best to change the topic before it gets too sad. "Well, you can practice on LIMBO here." You examine the wilted petunias growing out of it. There's some rotten petals that you'd probably have to cut off. Its hands point and gesture at the flowers in a vague attempt to guide you on how to tend to them.
Lucy softly hums while she tends to the flowers. As the water splashes onto the various flowers, they eagerly perk up. Even the wilted flowers perk up a little bit before drooping again.
You carefully start to trim the rotten parts off the petunias. You don't want to accidently hurt the anomaly by cutting too deeply.
You nearly lose the grip on your pocket knife but you manage to avoid dropping it. You carefully trim off the rotten parts off. You move around the flower bed to gently slice what flowers are too rotten to be worth saving while Lucy waters the rest.
Inside the cable-like stems are electric wires that have corroded from rot. Interesting.
>1 SUCCESS!
The flowerbed has been partially trimmed of some of the wilted flowers. There's still a few wilted or rotten ones clinging to its body but you'd be conversative on how much you trim at once.
The flowers that Lucy watered are perking up quite nicely, actually. The floral scent is now overpowering the stench of rotten flesh. Maybe you should come in here and tend to it more often.
>+3 WIRE FLOWERS! (Harvested from IN LIMBO. Can be studied later.)
Lucy scribbles down a few more notes before turning to you, "A-anything else, Vincent?"
"One more thing. LIMBO? Can you hear us?"
The anomaly's flowers shift in your general direction. You'd take that as a yes.
"What do YOU dream about? What dreams are even worth dreaming about?" "O-oh! A-and what are your favorite ones?" Lucy chimes in with her own question.
>1 SUCCESS
Nothing. You and Lucy ask the question again but nope. No hands grasping, no whispering, the anomaly is completely inert.
"Aw. It's okay, we'll talk to you later!" Lucy waves goodbye to the flowerbed. One of its hands waves back but that's about it. Lucy exits the containment cell with no issue and you're about to leave too but your ears perk up.
"dreams are all i have left." A raspy voice croaks out. "all i have left..." As quickly as it spoke up, it shuts itself up. Dreams are all it has left, huh? Your mind lingers for a moment on what you learnt about Rolle Ann. Her movie theater was failing even before she disappeared.
