[open] I'm honestly not sure why most humans still have such lengthy sleep cycles.

[begetblue]

Who: Turing and you + some closed prompts
What: Catch-all for November, hurrah
Where: Everywhere and nowhere
When: Time is a lie but post-event and various times afterwards
Content Warnings: Probably none but will edit if necessary!

Comments

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged. It is a suitable metaphor.

(They chatter.)

However, plants growing from inside the physical platform are a symptom of the disease Overgrowth. The imagery startled us.

[begetblue]

It is? [ O-oh. Well, now everything made a whole lot more sense. This was not at all going how they wanted or hoped for! ]

I'm sorry! I can see how that would be very unsettling...

[ Their artwork being mistaken for an actual plant was technically a compliment though? Maybe? ]

[forwearemany]

Yes.

(They look at the image again. The memories of Overgrowth are ... unpleasant. But the symbol of peace is appropriate.)

[begetblue]

If I may, I have an idea for an addition that would make it less frightening?

[ ...Though, uh, saying what it was first might be better. ]

I was thinking of adding a pot of some kind.

[forwearemany]

Affirmative. (And they will absolutely crouch down so Turing can paint some more.)

[begetblue]

[ Okay, whew. Now that they had Legion's approval, they began mixing a few more colours. Perhaps this was a good chance to play with perspective a bit? They added some smaller branches to give the illusion that the first branch was part of a much larger olive tree, and it ended with a weathered but still sturdy pot that had a heart-shaped opening at the top instead of the typical rounded one. ]

How is this?

[forwearemany]

(They wait patiently for Turing to finish, and turn immediately to look at the painting once they're done.)

We ... like it.

(It is a suitable metaphor.)

[begetblue]

I'm glad!

[ After all that, they were just relieved that they managed to correct their previous blunder into something more preferable. ]

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(They stare at themselves, and the painting, tilting their head to look at it from different angles.)