Nathan Algren (
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fandomtownies2017-07-25 08:13 am
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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!]
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!]

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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.
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Well. Nathan had been given judgier looks for worse, really. He glanced up from what he was doing with the card shipment and raised a faintly amused eyebrow at the lady in the doorway.
"Flowers. Is there something the matter with that?"
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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.
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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!
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He offered her a little smile.
"And," he nodded toward a few 'get well soon' bouquets, "there are some people who simply don't have 'just go outside' as an option. The sick, the injured, the elderly. Bringing flowers to people who can't just go look at them when they want to can take their mind off of those things for a while. It's a kind gesture."
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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."
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There was a pause, and then he gestured to a bouquet of roses, a sort of rich blue-violet.
"And even then, some of these flowers don't grow in nature."
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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."
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A pause.
"Well. I suppose around here there's always a chance of it."
Because Fandom.
"So the building can stand on its own for free, but in order to have the right to make use of it, somebody needs to pay. Either rent, if the manager of the business isn't the person who owns the building, or taxes to the town, for... whatever it is they use taxes for around here. Probably re-building efforts whenever something dangerous sweeps through, mostly."
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"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.
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He nodded toward the bouquets.
"By selling flowers."
He preferred it to selling guns. Though he'd done that on the island before, too.
Sort of.
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"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.
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It seemed like an interesting profession for somebody who had difficulty wrapping her head around the idea of selling plants.
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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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"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!"
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And then, with a little smile, he pointed a finger toward the flowers and raised an eyebrow toward her questioningly.
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Um. Um. Um.
Yesplztheyweresopretty!
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"You like these ones, do you?"
So sue him, he had a soft spot for kids.
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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?"
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"They might be waiting to tell someone then," Alluka said, nodding. "Like my toys do."
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Of course, they weren't really his to ask. They were technically merchandise, after all.
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And even sakura blossoms were fleeting.