five bags of soil

[buttonless]

So about that whole freaky world changing thing.

[After nursing seven million insect bites and minor sunburn, Coraline's finally getting a start on what she meant to do before the entire summer camp debacle: gardening. This afternoon, she's attempting to carry a bag of soil and a tin box down the lobby stairs. Her journal is resting on top of the box, picking up the metallic rattling of her trowel.]

I heard that was someone's home we went to. Someone in the castle. [A pause.] Could we get sent to other people's homes too? Does that happen a lot?

[She pauses again.]

I mean, I'm just curious. I guess Oregon would be a pretty boring place to go.




[Rue]

I think I'm gonna go plant some cucumbers! Do you want to help?

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[buttonless]

[Coraline sees someone coming, and waves.]

Rue?

[fly_little_bird]

[She smiles and comes to a stop in front of Coraline. She smiles, coming up on her toes with her arms slightly outstretched like she's going to take off flying]

Yup! Coraline?

[buttonless]

Yeah! It's me.

[She holds up her box of gardening supplies.]

I found the garden out front that everyone was talking about.

[fly_little_bird]

Isn't it pretty? [She smiles, looking over the gardening supplies.]

[buttonless]

A lot prettier than what we have back home! My garden is all dead and grey right now.

[fly_little_bird]

Dead and grey? Why, is it winter?