Peter Octavian (
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fandomtownies2016-11-13 07:08 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers, Sunday
Eight stood in the middle of the flower shop, implants extended as he built new flowers from light and nanofiber. Their shapes varied from exotic and strange to near-natural, the colors vibrant and glowing.
He'd gotten a shipment in this morning, new fibers he was still learning the feel of. Not the best quality, but he hadn't cared, because the rest of it was something he'd spent almost the last of his money on - one actual flower. A bromelliad, not quite yet in bloom. He'd spent hours looking at it, feeling and recording every speck of it he could. Now he was indulging his art, the flower securely locked in a climate-controlled sunbox in the back room.
Everything else in the store was for sale, if anybody stopped by.
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He'd gotten a shipment in this morning, new fibers he was still learning the feel of. Not the best quality, but he hadn't cared, because the rest of it was something he'd spent almost the last of his money on - one actual flower. A bromelliad, not quite yet in bloom. He'd spent hours looking at it, feeling and recording every speck of it he could. Now he was indulging his art, the flower securely locked in a climate-controlled sunbox in the back room.
Everything else in the store was for sale, if anybody stopped by.
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"Well, what price are we talking... I'm only an ExWire and that doesn't pay much."
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He nodded and headed to the corner of the shop where he kept the old flowers between wiping and reprogramming and searched out two of the better ones.
"Here you go. No frays or breaks; the color's fading, but the fibers are solid. And there's nothing but the basic structural code left in them, so you can add whatever you want."