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First Floor Lobby, starting sometime in the afternoon

There was a table with Valentine's Dance tickets and order forms for flower sales set up since the morning. And sometime in the afternoon, Frank made his way to the table, ready for a full day of selling either or both. And he would stay there well into the night and eventually wonder why it was dark so early.

Fortunately, he had booze to keep himself from caring about the fact that his internal clock was off from the real world by about six hoursl

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Both were locked down before Frank got there, but once he arrived, everything was for sale!

Or you can have a more meaningful interaction, which will probably involve Frank not being completely sure who you are. Also, it might involve him offering you a drink. The possibilities were limited!

Oh look, Rey's first Earth holiday!

"What's all this for?" she asked, stopping on her way in.

"Valentine's Day," Frank said. "It's a holiday where people in love express that through things they can buy. And people who aren't in love express that through sadness and/or alcohol."

"That... sounds pretty terrible," Rey admitted, frowning.

"That's why they shoved it into the middle of February," Frank explained. "But at least it's a cheap excuse for a dance."

"There's a what? I'm new," she added, like everyone couldn't tell.

"It's a party with music and people theoretically dance with each other. But mostly they stand around at the food table and drink spiked punch," Frank said. "And as the person who will be making sure there's spiked punch, I give it the highest recommendation."

"You do that on purpose? And they let you?"

So new.

"There are non-alcoholic options, and I think it's pretty clear which one is which," Frank said, not quite answering the second question.

"The alcoholic one will be the one you're around?" Rey assumed.

"Oh, no, I'd never drink liquor that's been diluted that much," Frank said. "But there will be bottles in front of it."

"All right, that will be a pretty clear sign," she agreed. "At least no one can say they didn't know."

"That's my goal. Clear wayfinding and plenty of alcohol," Frank said. "And speaking of clear wayfinding, could I interest you in a ticket to the dance or possibly a flower to be delivered to whomever you'd like?"

"I mean..." She considered it, and said, "I suppose flowers wouldn't be bad. That's a thing they do here, right?"

She had no idea.

"Not just for romantic love, but also for platonic love," Frank said. "Or because you're bored and just want to send flowers to people for a few minutes!"

"Oh, I can do that!" Rey said, much more easily. "Let's do that."

Frank handed over an order form and a pen. "It's my professional duty to not read the order forms, but if you'd saw aloud what you're writing, it would help me pass the time and keep up on some gossip."

"Sorry," she said, starting to write. There wouldn't be anything interesting, really. "You can guess, if you'd like."

"That suggests I remember anyone's name or their relationships to other people," Frank said. "No, thank you. I don't be playing part in any guessing games today."

I walked in the door after my commute home and went "OH RIGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THE THING."

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