She is indeed not a ghost anymore when she wakes up.

Oh, good. She'll miss the floating, but the not-deadened sense of touch and ability to feel temperature are nice to have back.

She checks on her garden first thing. Her detailed repository of incorrect knowledge says that it's silly to think anything could have happened in, what, at most twelve hours? But her sense of how fast things actually are means that she is going to verify. Have her plants popped happily out of the ground after an absurdly short amount of time?

Yep! Her little garden is now very leafy and full of life! Except for the chrysanthemums, which are still not visible.

Yeah, she thought this would be the case. She goes through and makes sure everything is doing okay - properly watered, no weeds, not looking like it's being overrun by pests. The chrysanthemums not sprouting yet are probably indicative of something, possibly that this is the wrong season for them? Since that is apparently the only thing that matters in this world for plant growth conditions? But it might be too early for her to tell.

Then, once that's done, she can go back through her normal morning routine. She will, despite the brief gardening interlude, still make it to work early.

Oh and by the way the TV is gone from her front path, as are its pieces, like it was never there.

Good. It will not be missed. It didn't look like it had a proper Science Fiction channel anyway, not that she investigated it properly, so probably it offered nothing for her. She supposes that she didn't bother to investigate if that Scare Max channel was proper horror or schlocky horror movies, the latter of which would only maybe have been acceptable for her purposes of throwing popcorn at the screen and criticizing the special effects, but still. She is comfortable writing that entire set of entertainment devices off if there is a hypnotization and little girl appearance channel.

Anyway, at work: she would like to upgrade her scanner to record the data it collects, and let her label, save, and transfer that data. She can't translate it yet, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't make sure whatever she learns now won't be lost when she can understand it. And with the trick of how to actually make stuff at the imagination station (... not what it's called, but it's what she's calling it, for her own amusement) she should have it done fairly quickly.

Yep! That's totally a change she can make to her scanner, and it's pretty easy.

Yeah, she thought so. Okay, next she gets out her (neatly labelled) rack of Substances from out of cold storage, then begins systematically working through them with the scanner, and then with her face and digestive system. She's sure to note how many days it's been since they'd been made before being consumed, because that might be relevant. Along with this, she keeps track of what order she drinks them in, in case there are any interactions between them, despite how her aesthetic sense of the world is that this is not going to matter even a little. Look, being in the Science career might be more larping as a mad scientist than actual scientisting, but that doesn't mean she won't actually act like a damn scientist. The difference between science and fucking around is writing it down, after all.

This level of flaunting of safety precautions and risk taking is still a little offensive, but, look, she's tried being a ghost, and it wasn't bad. She could see herself comfortably living out her... existence... as a ghost, even if it's not preferable. What will definitely suck, though, is growing old, with all of the loss in vitality and quality of life that includes. She is optimizing her life choices accordingly.

So what horrible things do her questionable Substances do to her once they are imbibed? She's going to be keeping an itemized list.

A couple do nothing, one makes her ravenous, one is a perfectly serviceable alternative to the first one she made and works fine, one doesn't have an immediate effect except for some reason it not having an immediate effect is making her extremely pissed off, one makes her horny...

Why... are these... the effects? Why are these the effects. That is the question she has, between bouts of incandescent rage and ravenous hunger and having fantasies about seducing Eleanor and seeing if this poor little junior scientist can be taught all of the ways of things that are not work related and therefore irrelevant to her recording of data.

She does her absolute best to focus on writing all of this down, including the mood swings, even if this is personally uncomfortable to the extreme. She is distracting herself by being the most resolute little data recorder that has ever existed in this reality, which she honestly might be meeting even if she weren't trying her hardest, but she is, so she's definitely winning at data entry and organization. Which is the only concern here. Yes. Truly. The only concern.

The workday slides slowly by, and Yvette doesn't try to seduce any of her colleagues even once and eventually ends. Has. Has her suffering earned her a promotion. It's not about the money or anything, she just really wants some validation from an outside source that her suffering achieved something and earned her recognition for how good she is at science.

Her boss does say (distractedly) that she did well today but no, no promotion.

:(

Fine. It is fair enough to need more than a single day of good work to get a promotion, even if her lifespan is short and she suffered greatly for science today. At least she was told she did a good job. (Now if only instead it was Eleanor telling her she was a good girl -) Maybe death would have been preferable to the horny serum, actually.

Upon getting home, she takes a few minutes to whine piteously, then does the sensible thing and buys a vibrator. It unfortunately will not arrive immediately, despite this world being bullshit and shipping times being clearly fake, but whatever, fine. Her problems are solvable in-house.

Once that is done and the drug induced horniness is well and truly put away, it is time for her daily sacrifice to physical fitness. She'll do her jog in the nearby park this time, actually, because jogging around the same neighborhood is starting to get a bit old, and she still plans to search for plants while she jogs. Variety in location will help her in that mission, and also with the whole 'be happier' thing.

She doesn't find any new plants on her jog but when she comes back she has a brand new bookshelf in the living room. It's... still pretty similar to the one in the bedroom but a bit different? And it's on the wall the TV had been against, before.

Aww! Her house is doing a good job, and she tells it so. It's admittedly a little weird to just have a couch... facing a bookshelf... like it's a television, but she is not going to criticize it when it's trying so hard.

She checks her garden again before making herself dinner; despite last night's huge growth jump overnight, things look practically identical. Nothing needs watering or tending of any kind. It makes her kind of suspicious. She'll make a point of getting up early, despite the weekend, to see if their growth rate is nocturnal or something.

Dinner is had, then a shower, then bed. Tomorrow she will be investigating life extension options. Vampires are the most promising immediate solution to not dying of old age, they seem both real and plausibly like becoming one would make her immortal-ish, but she'd miss sunlight. Relatedly, she's pretty sure that vampires are nocturnal, so investigating them will have to be in the evening. So probably it'll be fairies first, much as the similarity between Mother Nature and that ominous Mother cult freaks her out; she needs to experiment with fairy dust, anyway, and Innisgreen seems like it'll almost certainly have a lot of plants to get cuttings of.

Anyway: Zzzz.

And it's Saturday! So she doesn't even have to go to work today. And just think, if she had been born as an infant on Sunday, she would be a child by now!

She'd rather not, thanks!

Before she gets to solving her impending decrepitude and mortality, she'll go through her morning routine, now including gardening. Did everything perk up overnight in a somewhat disturbingly fast manner, as she has come to expect of her floral charges?

Boy howdy did it! Everything is ready for harvest except for her chrysanthemum flowers, which still haven't poked their heads out of the ground. But also a couple of her plants have bugs buzzing around them.

Ah! Okay! The rest of her morning is decided, then, she's got some important gardening to do. Those bugs have got to go, they are not going to be tolerated on these premises. She can and will appear a tiny aesthetic bottle of bug spray on her gardening outfit, and she's not afraid to use it. Also: they're all ready for harvest, really?? She'd expect that of the produce, but the flowers, too? But yes: the flowers, too. Specifically, the flowers sort of - are pulled off like berries on the vine, at convenient height of stem. She... doesn't think this is how flowers are supposed to work, but sure, fine, flowers are a Produce and she can Harvest a Daisy by casually reaching down and pulling it off of its parent plant instead of cutting. For some reason. All flowers so picked are the same length, and perfect for bouquet making in a way that rings some alarm bells to one half of her knowledge base. This world is weird.

... She should worry about grafting, but then: tomorrow begins summer, and she thinks that's going to change which of these plants gleefully spring back up like their lives desperately depend on it. So, first, she'll carefully and methodically list out all of what has grown in this season for her gardening spreadsheet later, and grafting is going to be started tomorrow once she sees which ones are actually growing in summer itself.

Also a season being a literal week long has kind of got her antsy about that whole 'don't die' thing. Eleven weeks of her natural lifespan remain, and all. She can fuck around with gardening with a bit more freedom once she's got time to spare. For now, it's time to go to Inniswood and see if she can find some fairies!

She's literally just going to wander around and look for people with wings. ... And maybe some neat plants while she's wandering. She is normal and has normal hobbies that she pays a regular amount of attention to. (The flowers are easily pickable, it's wild!)

Sure! Does she want to go to the Coast of Adhmor, Sprucederry Grove, or Everdew?

Well, Everdew sounds like the most 'contains fairies' place that has existed, possibly ever, in all of time. So. That one. At least first; if she can't find any fairies, she'll walk to another part of the neighborhood.

Oh yeah no there do be fairies. As soon as she finds herself there the car drives past a couple of winged people and towards the center of the neighbourhood i.e. the Fairy Council building. It's a quaint little mushroom-shaped house that perfectly fits the fairy vibe the neighborhood's got going on: lush green trees and mushroom rings, quaint cobblestone paths, trees with purple bark whose branches curl into spirals as they grow, a stream of faintly glowing pink-tinted water, and flower and wing motifs in almost every building.