shiroi_tiger: (The Almighty Eyebrow)
Nathan Algren ([personal profile] shiroi_tiger) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2017-07-25 08:13 am

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Nathan was squinting a little at a shipment of apology cards that had just come in. He was mostly certain that Peter had placed an order last week, after all of the odd apologies that people had been making in the wake of that weekend. But it looked as though the supplier had either mixed something up, or sent a few hundred bonus cards for them to use, as well.

He gave them a call just to be certain, and the answer he recieved was something along the lines of, "For your company's good business. Where else are we going to be able to sell some of those?"

Nathan had to admit that the customer service rep had a good point, and hung up the phone to resume looking, baffled, at the cards. They had room to store them, sure, but he was having difficulty coming up with a situation where they'd actually get to use very many "I'm sorry you spent a few days as a racecar" or "I'm sorry for the loss of your tentacles" cards.

[OOC: And open!]
okteiviakom: ([neu warpaint] what's that?)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Flowers, really?"

Yes, Nathan. You now had a person in unseasonably tough leathers in your store, giving her surroundings a judgey look. Or at least a mildly incredulous one. It was kind of Octavia's default setting these days.

Sorry.
okteiviakom: ([neu] keep talking)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are they useful flowers?" Octavia asked, both her eyebrows raised, like a challenge.

Anne had tried to explain houseplants to her, but... Yeah, she wasn't that far along in settling in to present day culture to have really understood the point of that.
okteiviakom: ([neu] suspicious)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Octavia seemed to simmer down some with her judgment by the time he got to the medicinal ones. Somewhat, at least.

Still frowning, though, as she stepped out of the doorway and actually into the store. "Mostly?" she asked. "People will pay to look at flowers? Why don't they just go outside?"

Nature here wasn't even post-apocalyptic!
okteiviakom: ([neu] willing to hear you out)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Kindness was one of those concepts Octavia was going to have re-learn. It had first died with her mother, then gotten left behind with Lincoln.

There wasn't a whole lot of kindness to go around where she was from.

Octavia gave that all a (surly) moment's thought. "I guess it makes sense," she hazarded. "Wanting them around, I mean. Not the asking for money for something that grows in nature, even if it is brought from somewhere further away."
okteiviakom: ([neu] head on straight on)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
This was the first time anyone had actually explained the process to her. So, Octavia listened attentively, even if her disapproval for the whole concept was pretty obvious all throughout.

The roses were pretty, but not enough to distract her from her initial kneejerk reaction. "But when you say it 'costs money' to have the building or to bring them over – was it just decided at some point in history that it should cost money? Because that's the only way I see money entering into the equation. A building doesn't need bits of paper to stand."
okteiviakom: ([neg warpaint] cold cold heart)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Octavia shook her head.

"Where I'm from, we did what was necessary," she said. "We made what was necessary." It would've been an oversimplification to say she thought people in this time must have had to easy if they had such elaborate structures of money-based power... But that was still kind of the gist of it. "But I'm not surprised power plays into it."

She knew humans, after all. Sky People, Trikru, and all.
okteiviakom: ([neu] new dawn fades)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Selling guns, Octavia could fathom. But maybe that was just because it was what Bellamy did for a living, here.

"I sell music," she offered. It seemed the thing to share – and it encompassed her implicit agreement on how it seemed to be impossible to escape money around here.
okteiviakom: ([neu] hope)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2017-07-25 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least you couldn't pluck music right off the ground.

But still: "Weird," she admitted. "There wasn't much music, where I came from. And there's so much of it here, and from so long a time."

Relative to the span of human history, it wasn't that long a time, but, well. She came from somewhere post-apocalyptic.

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that_oldsaying: (teddy snuggles)

[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2017-07-26 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
So, Alluka wasn't quite in the store yet, but she (and her bunny) were peering in through the windows.

"I don't know," she said, "do you think Mr. Bubbles would like those ones?"

They were pink. She liked pink, but Mr. Bubbles sometimes disagreed with her.

Her bunny wasn't sure either.

"They're all really, really pretty, though!"
that_oldsaying: (Who me?)

[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2017-07-26 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
It was amazing how much such a simple gesture made her eyes go huge, like she was a puppy and someone was holding a treat she desperately wanted, wasn't it?

Um. Um. Um.

Yesplztheyweresopretty!
that_oldsaying: (Bang!)

[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2017-07-26 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! Oh, he was--oh my gosh, he was coming outside! With flowers!

She bounced over to him, not touching the container, but peering at it with both her own eyes, and her bunny's eyes, and then up at him.

"They're so pretty," she said earnestly. "What are they called? Do they all have names? Are they going on a grand adventure?"
that_oldsaying: (Look that way (w/killua))

[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2017-07-26 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
... Yeah, she was probably not going to remember all of those. But she mouthed the words as he said them, to try her hardest anyway.

"They might be waiting to tell someone then," Alluka said, nodding. "Like my toys do."
that_oldsaying: (ummmm)

[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2017-07-26 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"No?" Alluka blinked. "Have, have you never had any to keep before?"