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Walking to her favorite coffee shop, Kate daydreamed about what she would do to enjoy the days off, so far and scarce, she hoped to have enough time to enjoy the summer festivities. The cries for help brought her back to reality.

She took a deep breath and turned around to face the man. The desperation in his tone was enough to stop an annoyance from forming. She took the vase out of his hands, dipped her fingers in the soil, and analyzed the plant, looking for signs of the cause of the misfortune.

“You definitely have been overwatering it, but it may also have been caused by a lack of nutrients, I’m not sure, maybe you should seek a specialist,” she gave him an embarrassed smile. The state of the man reminded her of the hysterical parents that got to the hospital with sick kids, however, considering that she was looking at a plant and not a crying child, she found it to be quite unusual, to say the least. Though, as a dedicated gardener herself, Kate could relate to him, she could not imagine what she would be capable of doing if it were one of her beloved plants in such a state.

“But don’t you worry, it’s not dead yet. It should be fine if you change it into a vase with dry soil and use a good fertilizer,” she shot him the same comforting look she gave to her patients.

“Morning,” she looked down as she wiped the dirt off her fingers, “You should also leave it away from direct sunlight.”

WHERE: wherever your character may be around 7am.

WHO: open

It was the principal principle of Leonardo’s continued existence, a law as widely observed as gravity and weekend drunkenness, that he was to suffer terrible grief once per day. A foolish conjecture would be that, with such bereavement being spread so far across the days of his life, there was a thinning effect until it was of no consequence. But Leonardo felt deeply, and a sleep-deprived, caffeine-lacking Leonardo felt like he was on the verge of collapse even without his greatest hope withering. What was he doing, anyways? Hyperventilating at his windowsill first thing in the morning, waxing poetic in preparation for a eulogy that could have been prevented if he had not been a neglectful, narcissistic progenitor with all the free time of a tourbillon watch. 

Could have been prevented, could have been saved, could have been the beautiful excuse barricading his bank account from the tempestuous torrent of tormenting temptation that was to come with the summer fair; such auxiliary verbs haunted him more than the malfunctioning of his irrigation system. Given that his skill with fixing up cars clearly did not follow the transitive property, however, he needed assistance. And a new nervous system. But he could settle.

The trip was a blur of physical activity that sleep-deprived, caffeine-lacking Leonardo had not been prepared for. It took either minutes or decades to find who he was looking for, and even longer to get a calm, coherent request together. While he retained the decency to have a quick change of clothes, the speed at which he arrived to their impromptu meeting spot resulted in his bedhead tousling itself into a rumpled mess.

“Please help.” His curt tone held a desperate undercurrent, quick breaths punctuating his words. In one hand was his cane, its strap slipping off his clammy wrist, and in the other was his beloved child, a potted Maranta leuconeura, its sickly yellow leaves riddled with holes and its stem close to breaking. In lieu of paying attention to the poor soul he decided was best fit for a) magically reviving his prayer plant or b) paying off the funeral costs, he kept eye contact with the bright blue sky. If he burnt his retinas fast enough, he wouldn’t have to look at his failed attempt at parenthood. “It’s dead. Dying. Fungally infected. Unsure which.”

Then, after a moment of consideration in which his brow furrowed by approximately three degrees, he recalled the concept of etiquette. “Good morning. How are you?”

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.*･｡ﾟ ━ (natasha liu bordizzo, cis woman, she/her) the fates have spotted katherine "kate" zhang walking along the streets of ogygia. the 27 year old has been here for four years and currently lives in delos cottages. word on the street is that she is attentive & caring, but can be pretty overbearing & vengeful. i’ve heard she is a nurse, which is pretty fitting for someone who was demeter in a past life. on the night of the murder she was supposedly working, but who knows if that’s true or not.

┊𓄹࣪₊˚➛ Basics !‎

Full Name : Katherine Rose Zhang

Alias : Kate (most common), Katie, Kat, Rose

Gender Identity | Pronouns : Cis woman ; she/her

Sexuality : Bisexual

Occupation : Nurse

Personality Traits :

+ : attentive | caring | empathetic | reliable | loyal | generous | organized | compassionate

– : overbearing | vengeful | controlling | petty | nosy | temperamental | bossy | stubborn

┊𓄹࣪₊˚➛ Background !‎

Past Life:

In ancient Greece, DEMETER was mainly known as the goddess of harvest and agriculture but also related to health, birth, and marriage. Most of the time, she was depicted as a compassionate and generous goddess, but one shouldn't take her kindness for granted, for she was also pretty vengeful and her wrath would often cause great damage.

Current Life:

[Coming Soon] (I actually have to finish plotting it out with Kat, but I'm lazy and in a hurry to interact, sorry)

SUMMARY: she's a tired nurse trying to keep her life together, sometimes as bitter as her everyday coffee, but also very loving and gentle. She really just wants to take care of her plants in peace.

┊𓄹࣪₊˚➛ Headcanons !‎

Gardening is one of her major hobbies, has one of the most beautiful gardens in town. Her entire house is full of plants, the most healthy and vibrant one has ever seen, she tends to them like they were her children.

She is a problem solver, the person you should call if you want to get shit done.

She is an excellent cook, a lot of the ingredients she uses were grown by herself. Often gifts her neighbors and friends with food. She's also generally a food enthusiast, likes trying new recipes, and values eating at a good restaurant.

Mom friend!!! She takes care of everyone around her, making sure they are all fine and healthy, you can always count on her, gives a lot of (mostly unsolicited) advice.

She's the type of person who loves to help others and feel useful, but she might complain and be bitter about it, but she's doing it out of the kindness in her heart! definitely an "I told you so" kind of person.

Totally a spring/summer baby, hates the winter with her entire being (👀). She thinks it's depressing and cold like it wants to steal the happiness of everything around. She gets really moody during the season.

Tea lover and may be considered a coffee addict. She refuses to do anything without having her coffee first, she'll love you if you get her a cup.

Kate is also a poetry lover. Has written some pieces that she keeps to herself.

┊𓄹࣪₊˚➛ Connections !‎

Established:

Younger Sister: Kora Dunn-Zhang

Wanted:

Good/Bad influence (she's our rule following, goody two shoes, control freak kind of person, let's get her someone who's the opposite of that and wants to make her relax, or only make her worry more, who knows?)

Regular Patient (someone who often comes to her for medical care and she worries about)

A friend that she can have tea/coffee with, occasionally drink, someone that would listen to her complaints, and will turn the table and give her unsolicited advice

Someone she can be a mom friend to

Exes / One-Night Stands (ngl would love some drama)

Someone she dislikes for no reason (?)

***Give me anything, let's plot

┊𓄹࣪₊˚➛ Ooc Info !‎

I'm Anne (she/her), a 21yo, Brazilian, stressed uni student on her way to changing majors. I don’t know how to properly maintain a conversation, but I’m always eager to plot. You can check my other muse Liz (Nike) here @victorylaurels

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me: soft, full of love, forgiving, kind, bright  also me: can hold grudges for years, bitter as hell, already cried twice today 

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