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First Floor Lobby, Monday Except For Class

There were flowers. Everywhere. Every time Wesley ran his hand through his hair to extricate the flowers, more would appear. All he was trying to do was sell flowers and Valentine's Day Dance tickets for the Student Council flower sale, and apparently there were just a gazillion flowers that wanted to participate in the sale. Because they were in his hair.

Oh, well.

At least they were flowers and not garbage, right?

[[Here for your flower-and-ticket-purchasing needs! You can handwave them or play them out, whatever! Just remember to put in your flower orders in the OOC thread linked above.]]

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Which I hear are purdy.

Which, unfortunately for Wesley, would be when a very large dog decided to wander over for a sniff of him and the rose petals. Though large was a bit of an understatement. The size of a small horse was perhaps more accurate.

Oh, and a very quiet human shaped person behind it. Easy to miss though.

Oh! That was, um, alarming. Wes scooted backwards. Dogs, not so much his thing. Even though his roommate had one.

"Er," he said. "Can I help you?"

Blackagar snapped his fingers, causing the dog's rear to hit the floor with remarkable speed. It whined, twisting it place to look back at him. Because clearly Blackagar was being cruel in not allowing him to get pets.

Even sitting, the dog managed to hit about chest height on a tall man. Marvel was special, okay?

He held up a note for Wesley: What is the purpose of the flowers?

Oh! He didn't talk. Oh. That made sense. Hence the, um, horse. Or dog. Whatever it was.

"Er, the, ah, the flowers for sale or the flowers around this general area?" Wesley asked as clarification.

Real quick thinker, this guy.

And he was a good doggie too.

One that was panting in Wesley's general direction, stubby little tail wagging against the floor as Blackagar wrote out his response.

The ones available for purchase. The others I would assume are meant as another oddity of the island.

Unless this was a really impressive advertisement, that is.

Aww, the dog was cute now that he was sitting down! While standing up, he had just been scary. Wes was very much a cat person, but hey. A cute dog was a cute dog.

"They're for -- are you familiar with Valentine's Day?" Wes asked. "The Student Council is selling flowers in according with the holiday to raise money."

Raise money for what was anybody's guess. Suits for Barney, probably.

They were expensive suits...

Blackagar nodded slowly, giving that all due thought before writing back:

Is it another celebration of rodent divination?

Um?

Oh, right. Groundhog Day. Gotcha.

"Er, no," said Wes, doing his best to think of how to phrase it. Ordinarily he would say that it was a silly American greeting card holiday, but this year he had a girlfriend, so.

"It's, ah... I suppose it's meant to celebrate romance?" he tried. "Couples, and, ah, and... love, I suppose? And chocolate and flowers and such."

Girlfriends did manage to make quite the difference for these things.

Blackagar frowned, giving the dog an idle pat before he seemed to come to a conclusion on the matter.

Do you have red flowers? he wrote next. Because someone was thinking about flowers to match a certain giiiiiirl's hair.

"I do indeed," Wes replied cheerfully. "Roses or carnations?"

Because he sensed that there would be questions about that, he held up one of each and pointed to the correct flower as he said its name.

Helpful, that.

I do not know which she prefers, Blackagar admitted in the next note. This was something he would have to correct in the future.

Ah. Oh, drat, Wesley was going to have to give advice, wasn't he? And he was so, so bad at it.

"Er," he said, looking from flower to flower. "I think girls generally seem to like roses? They do smell a bit better..."

He held the rose out as proof. Actually, the whole building kind of smelled like roses to him, what with the petals everywhere and whatnot.

Blackagar looked from him, to the rose... to him... back to the rose. He wasn't female, Wesley. If that was what you meant.

Then took the rose to make sure the smell was the actual meaning behind that. Because really now. Really.

And yes, it did smell entirely like the rest of the dorms did at the moment. Which was a nice change from the stench of pollution and unnatural chemicals. That was what happened when you were from a magical city that was completely isolated from anything human for thousands upon thousands of years.

He nodded, tucking the rose under his arm in order to write back: And chocolate, you said?

Yeah, Wesley wasn't great at socializing.

"Well, yes," he said. "But we're not selling that here. Seems a bit of an oversight, but I'm sure you can find some elsewhere."

Great salesman, this guy.

He had skills. The kind that have a z at the end instead of an s and a 'mad' in front of it.

Your assistance is appreciated, Blackagar, who was in no way in a red jumpsuit, wrote back with a faint smile. I do not believe my cousin would be pleased if I forgot.

...yeah, they were royalty in that old school way.

Um. Cousin? Okay, well, he wasn't going to judge!

"Oh, you're quite welcome," he said. Yay, helpfulness!

Then, realizing that this discussion had left out one critical point: "So if you just give me her name, I'll make sure she receives the flowers on time on Valentine's Day."

Medusalith Amaquelin, he wrote back. Yeah, just try pronouncing that one.

Wesley, expert speller that he was, had to look at Blackagar's message just to recopy it onto his clipboard. (He had a clipboard! He felt so official.)

"Thank you!" he said brightly, pleased to have helped someone.

Blackagar nodded, smile still in place as he snapped again. The dog scrambled back onto it's feet, scampering on after him for what was presumably to be the walkies for the afternoon.

Which would only hurt Wes' feelings a little.

Which I hear is also purdy.

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First Floor Lobby, Monday Except For Class

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Mod Some Flower Sales

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