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Some might think it's annoying, but ever since the discovery of the still-maintained nature part of the city, flowers has been quite a big part within the Alliance. One could simply glance over one part of the base and find a collection of flowers sitting around. Some are dried up, some are taken care of. There are more colors than ever scattered around the base, and it gets even more so after the scientist team found more flowers type along the way of their research.
It has no use in the battlefield, of course, and they are completely aware of that. But, the existence of flowers serve the Alliance as some sort of comfort item.
They are simply precious, even if they are useless.
It is weird, and it is a waste of time. But it is all they have. There aren't much things that they could claim to be theirs.
Even if not all of them hold the same sentiment towards flowers, it is still something they care about.
Or well, at least, that's how TVwoman views them, based on her observation in these past few days.
Most of them are understanding, although some might be a bit critical about the major decision of keeping flowers around. She personally loves them, as it is something so delicate that she seemingly never interacts with before, yet it invokes a certain part of memory deep within her system.
She knows what they are, meanings associated with each one of them, and the representation that the colors hold despite it's simple and seemingly unimportant existence. It's surreal, but perhaps that is something that she learned far before the apocalypse happened. Or something that is fully unfamiliar to her.
TVwoman is unsure as to why her mind recall such foreign memories, but it isn't really something to worry about.
For now, she is more focused on the task at hand; weaving individualized flower crowns. She's sitting alone, far at the corner of the resting section, dwindling around with dozens of flowers delicately as she gently hums random notes to accompany herself. Every once in a while, a head will peek through the wall, questioning her lone activity to ensure she is content, then walks away after she gave a sign as a response.
TVwoman knows it's silly to decide on doing this, even more so alone, but there's a desire that encourages her to create them. It's a want, or rather, a need, to express the unknown emotions she's experiencing.
Is it love??? Hope? Adoration?? Gratitude ...? Or a mix between them?
She is unsure, but either way, it may not even be known at all.
Oh well, that does not matter. All that TVwoman knows is that she has quite the collection of pretty, colorful flower crowns now.
She just needs to give them to those whom it belongs to.
Dusted off her clothes, TVwoman walks out from the rest section with three flower crowns in hand. Her legs rushes in a slight hurry, with her gently holding the crowns in fear that they might break, as her view scans throughout the base, trying to find one of the people she is looking for.
As she spots a familiar ray of neon blue coming out from the surveillance room, TVwoman walks towards that source of light, ever so slightly in a hurry.
Noticing TVwoman rushing towards her, Black Camerawoman opened up her arms, letting the other falls onto her in a familiar greeting hug.
"Good job for today!" TVwoman exclaimed, receiving a tiny chuckle from the other as she tilts her head in amusement.
"Thank you. I really appreciate that. I've heard you've also done today's supervision in the field, you've done well."
TVwoman giggled happily, content with the praise she unknowingly looks forward to everytime they meet. Her heart-core instantly calms down seeing the way the woman fondly responds to her.
As she let go of the embrace, Black Camerawoman noticed the flower crowns that is hanging on TVwoman's arm, gently touching them to make sure she didn't accidentally crushed it in the hug earlier.
"Did you make these?" Black Camerawoman asked in a voice tone that somehow doesn't sound familiar. TVwoman simply nods, unable to decipher the other's emotions, which does not help her internal worry.
"I see. All by yourself?" She tilts her head, seems amused. "You did very well, won't you teach me on how to make them? I've been wanting to know but my members are so busy nowadays~"
TVwoman feels a bit stunned. She just stares with an 'Òwó' emoticon on her screen, unsure on how to react.
"Well, sure!! I absolutely can, but, you ... really think so?'
"Think what exactly?"
"Uhh .... That it's a good thing?"
Black Camerawoman's optic blinks a few times, seemingly processing the uncertainty from the other's reply.
"It definitely is a good thing. It's precious of you to make something so beautiful. I'm sure you made this with something or someone special in mind, right?"
Flustered, TVwoman could only nods. The other lets out a small laugh, patting her friend's shoulder as she notices her tensing up over her words. "I'm sure they will appreciate your gift, you don't need to worry," Black Camerawoman said, giving a thumbs up to ensure her positive encouragement.
This took a turn, but she doesn't mind.
TVwoman took one of the flower crown she carefully crafted, contemplating her choices, then gently putting the wreath over Black Camerawoman's head quick enough before the other reacts.
"I'm not sure on how you'll react, but, um .... You are meaningful to me."
".... Oh."
This time, Black Camerawoman is the one feeling stunned. She looked up, noticing the flower crown hanging down halfway in front of her lens. The colors of the flowers are particular; they're bright blue, nearly the same shade as her ray and heart-core.
It matches well with the white daisies, giving a pop of color over her appearance.
How odd, it doesn't fit with the rest of her color palette, but the wreath decorates her head nicely.
"I didn't expect it to be me, now it's kinda funny," she said delightfully. "But what do you mean by meaningful? Does this have a specific meaning?"
Nervously, TVwoman nods.
"Well, let's say that ... the color blue reminds me of you," she stated, despite her view that starts to wander somewhere else. "Supposedly, those blue flowers represent calmness. You helped me a lot whenever I'm feeling negative emotions that I couldn't express, so I find it very fitting. It also gives off an air of mysteriousness, which is ... very much your aura, I suppose?"
There's a short silence that falls after the answer, and it quickly vanishes as the other heard a laugh from Black Camerawoman.
Her optic sparkles along with the laughter, a view that TVwoman never sees before. It feels wild for some reason.
"How amusing~" She said teasingly. Her hands gently pulls the other in a light hug, making her jolt in surprise.
"Thank you," she added, whispering a follow-up statement along with a giggle that TVwoman never heard before, "I'll treasure it dearly."
TVwoman stood there dumbfounded, mindlessly waves as Black Camerawoman bid her goodbye and walks away.
My. How lovely. It makes her happy, way more than what she expected.
Would the other two love it the same way as Black Camerawoman do?
Well, only one way to find out!
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It wasn't hard finding the pink lady as TVwoman can clearly hear her distinct music even from a mile away. But she didn't expect Speakerwoman to be the one noticing her entrance first-- And jumps on her without any warning while yelling, making her almost yelp in surprise.
"Helllooooo!!!! I didn't know you're going to visit me, you should've told me!"
"I don't have any method of telling you though!"
Speakerwoman simply laughs it off, lightly grabbing her friend's arms and pulls her to sit somewhere before opening up a conversation. As the other makes herself comfy on a seat right by her side, Speakerwoman noticed the flower crowns hanging from her arm. Her light instantly gleams in joy, realizing what's going on.
"Did you come to see me because you have a gift~?" She teases, making the other flustered. "I guess that's pretty obvious, huh?" TVwoman pouts, in which got responded with a giggle.
"I'm just smart like that, darling~"
"I wasn't hiding it or anything though."
"Still, I'm observant, don't you think? I know you well."
TVwoman snickers in amusement, handing the flower crown over to the woman as her screen displays an emoticon. "I suppose you are."
Speakerwoman sneers, acting unconvinced. "Surely sounds like you're thinking of me so highly," she said jokingly. "That aside, this is soooo well-made! What are these flowers? I don't think I've seen these colored ones before."
She took another look, this time ever so slightly closer to notice the difference in hue between the white daisies and magenta dianthus.
"Oh? Is it just my limited sight, or are these ones similar to my ray ..."
"They are. I matched the colors with your eye."
"OH- Did you really?! That's so cuteeeee!! How thoughtful of you~!"
Happy with the enthusiastic response and feeling a bit embarassed, TVwoman's screen emotes a variety of joyful expressions. Seeing the clear signs of exhilaration, Speakerwoman throws herself over for another firm hug, causing the other to gleam shyly.
"I'm thankful, I will take a good care of this!" Speakerwoman said assuredly, putting the flower crown on top of her head then poses
"How do I look? Pretty~?"
"Haha- Of course you are."
It was faint, but TVwoman could hear the jovial tunes the other radiates as a response to her reply. How adorable.
This level of happiness felt so foreign yet hits too close for her comfort, and it's not something that she could explain in words.
It's overwhelming in a way that's so dear to her.
"By the way, do you think Camerawoman is awake yet?" Trying to shoo away her rapidly growing fervor, TVWoman quickly spurts out a question she's been meaning to ask.
"Oh, is that who the last wreath is for?" Speakerwoman asks, receiving a nod from her friend as a confirmation.
"That checks out. But, I'm not sure either. I haven't been able to check on her," she answered somberly, a voice tone that TVwoman didn't expect to hear from her despite knowing it would happen. "From what I've heard from her members, I think she hasn't waken up yet. Maybe a few more fixing would help, but everyone has been pretty busy with the maintenance of the titans, so I suppose they're holding it off."
TVwoman nods silently, unsure on how to respond.
Her fingers gaze ever so softly against the last flower crown that she holds dearly, admiring the colors that she picked as her system recalls the meaning of the starflowers she specifically picked to be paired with the daisies.
Maybe she just misses her a bit too much.
"But either way, you should still give it to her," Speakerwoman said, giving a gentle pat on TVwoman's back as she softly plays a soothing tone. "I'm sure she will appreciates it, even if she couldn't express that to you directly," she continued, beaming an imaginary smile with her head tilt.
TVwoman just nods attentively, displaying an emoticon on her screen as Speakerwoman gives her one last hug before running off to the gate- Possibly returning to her patrol shift.
Unsure but determined, TVwoman takes a deep breath and encourage herself internally.
It's almost midnight, but that doesn't really matter in this case, right? If anything, that woman might feel lonely being alone in the void.
She would surely appreciate a company.
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Silently, TVwoman teleports into the deeper part of the base, walking towards the hidden fixing chamber that keeps away non-active soldiers.
There's a pair of scientists roaming around, but it seems that they're just checking around to ensure that everyone and the spare-parts stored there are still safe.
She passes by them and greets with a nod, and they simply nod back, knowing full well why she is there. A bit hurriedly, the both of them walks out from the chamber to leave her be.
Unconsciously holding her breath, TVwoman approaches one of the little corner room carefully.
She peeks, gazing straight at the figure on the bed that shows no sign of life running through her.
Her head is now attached securely, but it doesn't seem like her core has any energy to render her alive.
"Hello, I come to visit you again," TVwoman said in a whisper. She takes a seat right by the side of the bed, taking the Camerawoman's hand on hers and clasping it tightly, feeling the coldness that ran through her exposed fingers.
"I don't know if you're able to hear me, but if you do, I hope you're not annoyed by how much I talk to you whenever I came here."
Of course there would be no answer, but that's alright. She is used to it.
"I brought you a gift today," she mutters, gently putting the last flower crown on her tilted head. It's covering half of her front-view, and with the way that her rays are closed, the vision resembles that of a sleeping beauty scene.
"You look lovely," TVwoman said, caressing the woman's hand softly as her screen turns down in a dejected discern.
"If only I could see your lens glisten with the flowers, you'll look even more prettier."
She sighed, then laughed lowly at her own monologue.
"What am I saying? I've been rambling nonsense." Her head tilts to the side, audibly buzzes out her pent-up frustration in a long, exasperated sigh. "I don't remember how long it's been, but I feel like it's been forever since the last time I see you alive."
One more exhale, but this time out of acceptance of fate.
"Well, it's way past midnight now. It is not a time for me to babble about the same thing over and over again," TVwoman said, just now noticing that fact as she glances at the clock up there on the wall.
Feeling weary, TVwoman folded her arms on the bed, resting her head on them as she kept her view straight at Camerawoman's ray- Silently hoping it would turn on and finally looks back at her despite knowing luck by no means is at her side.
"It's been a long day, you wouldn't mind if I take a nap here again, would you?" TVwoman chimed, chuckling to herself imagining a possible response from the other despite never knowing how she would ever answers any of her questions. "Besides, I sure believe you need a company during your hibernation."
The silence is slowly deafening, ticking away along with her system steadily turning off her working mode. It's time to end her day, what good timing.
Flashing a little smiley on her screen, TVwoman bids the other good night, clasping on her hands tightly as she drifts away into her unconsciousness with only one thing in mind; Satisfied, feeling content with the result of her little side-mission for today.
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