Night 66: Greenhouse

[ninelivesonce]

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"Your turn," Taura said, pulling Goku down off her shoulders and setting him carefully on the ground. "Anything we can do to help you find the plant?" Getting out of the way was probably the best thing she could do, and she hopped up on one of the re-planting benches, high enough that even her feet swung back and forth a foot above the ground.

The greenhouse was pitch dark, and smelled only like dirt, to her normal-human nose. Lightning flickered outside the glass roof, and thunder rattled the windows. Pretty, but a few panes of glass weren't much protection. "You been all right, Rita?"

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[monkeyboy]

"Nope!" Goku said simply, taking off as soon as his feet touched the ground. It may have been a small jungle, but the sights and smells were a comforting backdrop as he waddled across the dirty cement walkways in search of this elusive smell. There was a loud clatter in the corner as he jumped up onto a table covered in potted herbs and small plants, sending one terracotta bowl shattering to the floor.

"Whoops... Sorry, plant!" Just in case, he bent over the table and gave the dismantled plant a sniff. Thankfully it wasn't the one he was looking for and so he kept moving, stepping over anything in his path. "Where are you, smelly plant?! We need to find you for... uhmm... Hey, Taura!" Goku shouted from the other side of the greenhouse, his squat body and chronically disheveled hair making him look like one of the plants in the dark. "Why're we looking for a plant?"