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[shebang]

Who: "Thistle Do Nicely" employees, volunteers, and you!
When: November 16th - November 23th
Where: Residential District and flower shop @ shopping district!
What: Employees and volunteers go through desperate measures to attract customers and sales when a certain flower shop starts to fail.
Rating/Warning: PG-13

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A: RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT, SOMETIME AT NIGHT TO MORNING...

[Something mysterious is happening around the apartments where you live. No one is entirely sure what is going on, but perhaps you will catch a glimpse of someone running/flying/what have you outside your door. Or if you don't, then you will see something in the morning.

In front of your door is a tiny gift. It's a pressed flower card, which has the address to "Thistle Do Nicely. A Flower Shop."]



B: SHOPPING DISTRICT: THISTLE DO NICELY, OPENING HOURS...

[Actually, there might be some desperation when it comes to services in this flower shop. Flower shops are essentially boring, as all they do is sell flowers. Granted, this single shop also has a little tea area for you to relax and drink their especially concocted teas and flower-influenced foods, but honestly? It's not doing much right now.

And so the management decided to have this fantastic plan!]

BUY A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS, KISS OR RECEIVE A KISS FROM A STAFF MEMBER OF YOUR CHOICE.

[Is this place even serious? It sure is, but thankfully, if you're not into cute girls, they've somehow managed to have a few male volunteers to help them out! Amazing! So buy some flowers, make them rich, and receive a cute kiss on the cheek.

Yata is the cheapest Here's your Fake Valentine's Celebration, Cerealia Or you can just blend with the crowd and buy half a bouquet and avoid this nightmare.]



C: SHOPPING DISTRICT: THISTLE DO NICELY (TEA AREA), OPENING HOURS...

[On the other hand, you could just sit back and enjoy the light cakes and teas they have on hand. It's quite natural and delicious, and maybe you would like to discuss with other people about your day. There's a delightful scent in the air. Is it the flowers? Yes and no; it's the oils of the flowers, heated by a candle and the scent wafting through the air.

Maybe you would like to stay here...forever. No we're kidding, this is a nice establishment, just chill out.

Mingling and thread jacking is highly encouraged here. Feel free to set up your own prompts as well!! ]

setting/quick links:
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Comments

b.1

[changeably]

[Oh, wow. Is a mermaid in a earth-heavy shop like a florist the equivalent of a bull in a china shop? It's starting to look like it...

He stands just out of the range of the mess, wincing at it. Cynbel's not anti-dirt, but he's not keen to get it all over him if she's going to keep spreading it around. (How very helpful.)]

They were there for looking nice, Miss Oona.

[Before you went and pulled a Miley Cyrus on them!!]

[mermaiding]

[exCUSE YOU no she planned for this. It's all part of her plan....whatever that is.

Oona huffs, defensive.] Still look nice! Not contained to one area. Spread. More people can enjoy that way.

[Duh.]

[changeably]

["If you say so" is written all over his face, but he smiles and tries not to say it out loud.

But before she gets caught for making a mess, she really should move away.]

In that case, perhaps it would be best to step back and allow everyone to enjoy it for what it is... I'm sure the workers here are too busy to come help right now, in any case.

[mermaiding]

[that kind of makes her feel bad though. She looks conflicted and scratches at her cheek, leaving a dirt smear.

In the end she heaves a sigh and gives Cynbel an annoyed look.] Come and help clean. Or at least move it t side. Be useful for once.

[changeably]

[Wow, rude. He gives an equally annoyed look, torn between arguing and not getting caught up in her mess if their argument brings the staff around.]

I'll have you know that I am very useful!

[And to prove it, he gets down on his hands and knees and starts sweeping it with the side of his hand, trying to make a pile.]

[mermaiding]

[She looks pleased and begins to help. After a moment of silence, however, she suddenly stops and gives him a suspicious look.]

Wait! You are not human, yes? Why are we doing this by hand? [Wave your hands and do a clean up spell or some shit we don't have all day here]

[changeably]

[He stops cleaning for a moment, looking up at her in confusion.]

What are you expecting of me? I can't just make it vanish, though I can do a little magic!

[He could do a few things to make it easier, but he can't do that.]

[mermaiding]

Why can you not? [WHAT GOOD ARE YOU.] What can you do, then?

[changeably]

[Super good!!]

Haven't you seen it before? You were so interested in my hand, I thought you'd have it all figured out by now.

[Fine, if she's going to be like that... He starts to concentrate, face scrunching up as he uses his magic. There's no words, and he keeps staring at her, but his eyes change from gold to blue between blinks. If she keeps watching, she'll see his hair lighten, until all the red is gone and only white is left. His ears shrink and round out, looking much more human, and his skin gets paler.

tl;dr: he just turned himself into a miniature Oona, sans scars, because she started it.]

[mermaiding]

Like your hand is to tell me everyth-

[She doesn't finish that sentence however because congrats Cynbel you shocked her into silence.] Ah!

[Oona isn't sure if she's annoyed or impressed; she hasn't looked in a mirror or really looked at her own reflection since escaping the lab.The creature walking around with her face had been a shock, but this was....

Her eyes go to her double's neck and chest, noting the lack o scarring and her expression turns quiet and pensive. She hated her scars, but she hated the thought of hiding them even more. Flaunting them, throwing them in the face of every human that looked at her in a silent jab: 'You did this to me. You can't excuse it, can't ignore it when it's in your face.' But it's been more than 25 years since she last saw herself without them.

She'd forgotten she was beautiful once.]

...Impressive. [Her voice is quiet, strained, and she forces her eyes away.] Can turn into anyone? Why not look older than, instead of child? [It's a forced semi-insult, but she's trying okay.]

[changeably]

[His look of concentration drops, though the transformation lingers. He might have, could have, copied her scars, but they're intricate and personal in a way that seemed taboo to mimic. Now, it seems like that may have been a bad idea, though he's not really aware of it yet.

Still, that wasn't the reaction he was expecting, and he keeps blinking at her in confusion, right up until the "child" comment. That gets a flinch, and he looks away while he tries to dig up a smile to hide his reaction. This is getting too serious, too fast. His display was meant to make a point, not make them both uncomfortable and awkward.]

I can't.

[His voice is soft and quiet, like he's trying not to spook her (or himself). It's a strangely vulnerable thing to admit out loud, but then, Oona seems strangely vulnerable herself right now. Hopefully, she won't use this against him.]

This magic is for hiding, but it only goes so far. I'll... never get any bigger than this.

[mermaiding]

I see. [She doesn't really, doesn't understand why things can't just be okay.She doesn't even want "great" or "amazing"-- just "okay" would be enough.

She reaches out and lays a hand on Cynbel's head; There's a lot of jokes she wants to make hereto try and lighten the mood, or at least make it less awkward. It feels like time has slowed, leaving Oona with only her own thoughts crowding her mind and nothing to say out loud.

After a moment her hand slides away and back to her side; she takes a handful of dirt and flicks it at him.] Stupid. Do not think you will get away with not cleaning after this. Should make you clean it all, after this. [But her tone is still soft]

[changeably]

[The touch of her hand startles him, and he looks up at her without moving his hand. His eyes are wide, wider than a human's, or a human-looking mermaid's, should be. He normally keeps them half-lidded to hide this, but at this point, there's no real purpose to bothering with the illusion, especially when he has no idea what she's trying to say with the gesture, besides the obvious idea of comfort.

As she takes her hand back, it's like she's taking her coloring with her. His own natural, darker colors fade back in, and he drops his eyelids back down to hide the size of his eyes again.]

Now, that would be a terrible thing to do to someone who agreed to help out in the first place. Please don't!

[He sniffs, shrugging his shoulders in a casual way. He's grateful they're getting a bit less serious, but he doesn't have it in him to really argue, either.]