She got: 45 strawberries, 48 parsleys, 20 mushrooms, 24 green peas, 6 carrots, and 6 taro roots, 3 chrysanthemums, 24 bluebells, and 17 daisies, for a total of §700.

... Surely there has to be something in the starter fruit seed packets besides strawberries. And there's got to be something else in the herb packet besides parsley. Surely. But is it worth throwing more money at just to maybe figure out what else is in there, when she could just wander around the neighborhood stealing plants out of the ground? But what else does the seed pack gacha even hold?? Maybe she should go for the seasonal seed packet as well, in case it has a better selection?? No, no, therein lies the path of microtransaction madness, she has spent quite enough money on this already, she's cutting herself off.

She plants 6 of each of these into the ground, except in the case of the chrysanthemums, which she only has 3 of. The rest of the seeds... well, she. Has a lot of backups. She had only a theoretical disdain for gacha systems before, but now that she has gotten to experience one personally: wow this sucks.

Once everything is planted and watered, she is going to have her daily jog a bit early today, and make sure to take it into some more wooded areas. If she can spot plants to steal on her jog, that's just efficiency, isn't it.

She finds some more wild bluebells, snapdragons, and mushrooms, plus various useless grasses and weeds.

The snapdragons get snapped up on her way back - just a cutting this time, she doesn't want to give up nebulous soul energy while also being ordinary tired - but otherwise, successful day, she thinks. She plants the cutting next to her first one, waters it too, and then flops onto her couch in her house. She doesn't have the energy to check for changes just yet. There's still time left in the day before she should go to bed, it's just been a long and busy day. A regular workday would have honestly been easier, but she doesn't regret her ghost and gardening adventures.

Her television is the saddest and most pathetic box she could imagine, but: sure, okay. What's on TV?

The channels available are: Cooking, Action, Comedy, Romance, News, Sports, Civic Public Access, PolitiSim, World Culture Network, Weather Forecast, Kids Network, Brainchild Learning, Sitcom Central, Scare Max, Telenovela, Reality Dating Show, and Static TV.

... Static TV? Is that channel literally just. Static. Is that what that is???

Yup!

... wow. She. She has no words, really. Why would anyone make a channel for this.

...

But the static is so... weirdly pretty....

If she looks at it long enough, it's almost like there's... someone... looking back...

She can't quite... bring herself to look away... Hi, person on the other side of that, nice to see you~

The static slowly resolves into... something... a well of some kind... somewhere... and there's a girl...

A well...? That's weird... anyway, hiiiiiiiii little girl, how'd you get in there~

"Į̷͉͙̞̝̔ ̷͙̱̳̿f̵̩̠͎̖̌͋e̴̛̗̺̫̰͂̈́͗͘l̸̯͕̤̭͒͝l̵͓̦͇̓̍͗̋.̵̡̦̣͇͇́̿̈́̿,"

"Oh no, are you okay? Do you need help getting out???"

There's a screen flicker to a scene of the well without the girl, and then another flicker to a scene much closer to the well showing a decayed hand clinging to the edge. "Į̸̧̧̰̭̜̥̝͙̺̤̈́̂̏̓͘ͅ'̸̡̡̛̛̜̤̗̯̠̫̟͇͔̞̻̯̋̓̔̔́́̓̈́̊͗̉͆́̿ͅm̵̨̺̰̬̫͚̠̟̀͒̐̊͋̐̊̑̈̈́͂̃͜ͅ ̷̛̗̭͂͗̈͆̾̐̓̀̊͝͝o̵͖̮͉̲̫͚̦͚̟̫͗̽̾̓̀̿ͅk̸̡̡̡̥̺̹̽ͅä̶̡̧̨̢̞̥̱͇̼̞̖͕̘͓͇́̈́ͅý̴̢̡̡̨̩̯͓̬̜̏̋̈́͂͜ͅ.̶̞̭̆̾͝͠ ̶͕̦̬͔̙̖̠̗̏̈̾̇͊̔̒ͅI̴͕̜̤̗̰̩͍͒̍̿̂̾͜͝ ̶̫͖̣͛͐̆̿̎̔̔̑̌̀͊́͝ç̵̧̢̱̫̳̩̭̩̬̯̗͉̩̭̣̮͑a̵͓̞̯̽̉͑̓̎̇̿̂͊̊̃̔̎͜͝͝n̶̨̡̘̭̬̻̖͔̝̭̲̤̜͙͑͜͠ ̴̡͖̺͙̤̤̤͈̃́̔͛̏̓̀̈́̒̿͛̃̑g̷̖̻̜͇̥̬̗̳̞͎͋͆̾̿̔̆̌̂̒̍͠͝͠è̷̫̘͚̺͇͉̗̼̯̠̳̲̺̾̃̄̈̏̍͋̈́̐̂̀̾̕t̶̢̛̠̺͈̼̗̟͚̝̲̟͎͈͉͈̋͋̍̀̇͌̃͛́̌̚̚ ̵͓͇̺͝o̸̝͒̊̽͛̋̔̑̆͌̎̇͌ư̸̞̬̞͇̘̤̝̯̗̹͕̘̘̦̖͊̉̈́͊̈́̔̏̆̔͒̓̚͘̕͠͝t̴̺̦̜̮̼̭̼͕̤͈̹͛͌̓ͅ.̷͈̭̻̘̹̻̊͑̇́̐̔͐̄̚"

"Oh, okay."

The safety of this person assured, she goes back to staring at the static. Pretty...

And then the TV turns itself off abruptly.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

NOPE.

NOPE!

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

She does the only sane and sensible thing in this situation, and she picks up the small boxy television, and she opens the front door, and she throws it with full force out of her house.

It is not a very sturdy TV so it predictably falls to pieces as it crashes down the front walk.

"House I wish to be clear that I do not want another television here. No televisions allowed. I'll just read. Or garden. I have a lot of gardening to do," she says, very quickly, still in a bit of a panic.

The house continues to not have a response to this.

She did not really expect a response, and in fact one probably would have caused her to jump out of her ghostly skin. Yvette gives a full body shudder, then, then. She's. Going to go have food. She is going to soothe herself by making food.

That is within her power, even in her sad little unadorned kitchen. With a window.

The window does make it a little better. Just a little.

She nibbles without very much hunger at the food once it's done, then goes to read one of the terrible available books. She can at least amuse herself by mocking it relentlessly, even if it's kind of boring and predictable. And badly written.

Then when she's calmed down enough, she has a shower and goes to bed a bit early. Hopefully she won't still be a ghost by the time she needs to head into work tomorrow.