Send me your flowers of your December (Closed)

[true_noir]

Who: Chloe Bouchard and Dave Strider
What: Flowers and Memories
Where: Enchanted Blossoms
When: 2/13, some time after Dave's post
Warnings: None, any potential memory regains are still bloodless

[Chloe was, as she'd told Dave, still finishing up when the truck pulled in. She sighed, knowing it would keep her on shift a little longer, when she'd wanted to speak with him about what they'd mentioned, more privately and away from the network. Still, they were signed for quickly enough and a shipment of flowers were brought in. A brilliant pink, the Rhododendron shrubs were attractive and had held up well.

She looked over for a bit of help and seeing Dave, waved at him before picking up the first few.]

I guess we can talk in a minute, Dave. Would you mind helping me with them? They smell lovely.

Comments

[true_noir]

[She rubbed her forehead.] This makes some nice old man talking about spies and the cold war almost pale in comparison, Dave. You realize this, of course? But, at the same time, you are alive, so it could not have been fatal.

...not that this is any consolation really.

[parodeity]

Nah, that particular memory didn't end in my death.

[ THE GETTING SHOT ONE SURE DID, THOUGH!!! ]

I wasn't tryin' to outshine you, though. I just am uniquely attacked with ridiculous memories.

[true_noir]

Good, well that was still a terrifying adventure, survive it or not. Alligators putting food into a pot with you in it. Like something out of a cartoon.

And I do not worry too much about the outshining. I should feel lucky that my visions have been more tame, if I am being honest.

[parodeity]

I guess we still don't really know what this is all about...for now, I guess we kinda have to wait for more stuff to happen before we're sure what's goin' on. I mean...if you ever want to chat about visions, I'm game? But I suppose we should also, like, do our jobs.

[true_noir]

[She thought about it for a moment and then got up, dusting off her shirt and pants a bit before nodding to Dave.]

No, you are right. Let us get back to work. We aren't going to find the answers to the questions of life in this situation... not today anyway. Perhaps soon, but until then, we cannot but keep going.

(OOC: Seems a reasonable wrap-up point yes?)

yep sounds like a wrap!

[parodeity]

We're not paid to look around bein' pretty, yeah. I mean, maybe we are, Mikorin is kind of ridiculous, but - let's hit it.

[ AND THEN THEY DID THEIR JOBS ]