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Elsa of Arendelle ([personal profile] frozenfractals) wrote2017-03-26 10:44 pm

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Elsa loves the spring. Oh, the allergies that flare up cause little frozen problems if she forgets to take medication for it, so she's ever vigilant about that, but it's a beautiful time to work at The Secret Garden. The world is slowly coming back to life and new flowers are showing themselves all the time. She's having fun with the new arrangements, and they even have a new coworker. Her nights can get busy, even dangerous; the calm of the flower shop is a welcome respite, however much she enjoys her evening patrols and Drembleydrop games with Jess.

Most afternoons are quiet here, with other people still at work. She relaxes into the peace of it, behind the counter, filling arrangement orders. It takes her a moment even to notice someone else has entered the room, and she jumps a little when she does, surprised, so absorbed she hardly heard the footsteps as they approached. "Hello. I didn't see you there."
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[personal profile] everyonetakes 2017-03-27 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate is way, way overdue in officially meeting Elsa, given that she and Jessica have been dating for ages already, but sometimes she gets busy and sort of forgets that she is supposed to jokingly pretend to be checking out her friends' significant others, as if she would ever disapprove or deny someone the freedom to choose the person they want to be with. Unless said person is awful and then she'd have something to say, but she's entirely convinced that's not the case with Elsa.

Newt might not need the flowers, but given his broken arm, she thinks it might be a nice way to brighten up the apartment, so she figures this is probably the best and most casual way for her to introduce herself, because for all Kate likes to be dramatic and ridiculous, she definitely doesn't want to make anything awkward.

"Hey," she answers, giving a little wave. Elsa has to at least recognize her, she figures, since Kate ends up talking to Jessica so often at Olive's parties. "What's up?"
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[personal profile] everyonetakes 2017-03-29 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Got it in one," she agrees with a grin and she knows better than to just reach out and start touching things in a place like this, but the flowers are so pretty and some of them look downright soft and she has to clench her fingers tight for a moment or risk probably ruining something delicate.

"So I'm not even here to be that weirdo who like, checks up on her friend's significant other," she admits. "I mean, I totally am that weirdo, that's absolutely something I would do, but this time I am legitimately here for flowers."

She might as well be honest about the shit she does. It wouldn't surprise Jessica, she's sure of that, but Elsa doesn't know her at all.
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[personal profile] everyonetakes 2017-04-11 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's not true, there's always something interesting," she says with a grin, because everyone's relationship has the juicy bits. Most people prefer to keep those quiet and that's totally fine by Kate, especially when she knows Elsa basically doesn't know her at all.

She's pretty sure Jessica wouldn't even tell her that stuff.

"Okay, so... what says 'I'm sorry some drug addled maniac broke your arm and I hope you feel better soon'?" she asks. "Is there a flower for that?"
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[personal profile] everyonetakes 2017-04-26 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit, man, you just like... took that completely in stride," Kate says with an impressed nod. "I guess stuff like that is pretty much par for the course living in Darrow, though, huh?"

Weird shit suddenly becomes normal and people start talking about flying monkeys and yetis bursting into New Year's Eve celebrations and no one even bats an eye. That's part of what Kate actually likes about this place, but sometimes it still surprises her when things don't surprise people.

"But, yeah, okay, cool," she says with a laugh. "I mean, I know nothing about flowers, so whatever you suggest is awesome."
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[personal profile] everyonetakes 2017-05-02 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, for my husband," Kate answers as she follows Elsa across the store. Everything smells pretty nice and she pauses here and there to sniff something, but mostly just keeps up. "He's a scientist, he works at the lab, and this crazy guy broke in to look for this drug he was all hopped up on. I don't know why this psycho isn't in jail, but Newt, that's my husband, he's like, oh, he didn't mean it, he didn't know what he was doing."

She still thinks everyone who was hurt should press charges, but no one seems particularly inclined and she doesn't get it at all.
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[personal profile] everyonetakes 2017-05-09 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Right?" Kate asks. "That's exactly what I think, but he has like, probation and has to pay a fine and has community service, so I guess technically he's being punished, but it's just like... you can't go around breaking peoples' arms because you want drugs."

Newt had seemed to like to guy well enough before the giant attack disaster, so Kate supposes maybe he's nice and deserves a second chance, but she's never been all that forgiving. Not with anyone besides her mother, she supposes, because she'd forgiven Tara a lot of shit over the years.

"Red and orange sounds awesome," she agrees. "Bright, which Newt definitely is."
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[personal profile] red17 2017-03-27 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Dutch isn't even sure why she's here. Flowers aren't an entirely unfamiliar concept but they don't grow in Westerley. The environment is too dry, too toxic so sometimes the splash of colors is enough to stop her in her tracks.

Matthew's loss is still heavy on her heart and she finds she needs something to take her mind off of him and how that hurts. The color and fragrance of flowers is something that isn't alcohol so she'd stepped in and wandered around.

"It's no bother," she says once the girl behind the counter looks up. "I haven't been in here before and the flowers caught my eye. They're beautiful."
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[personal profile] red17 2017-03-28 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"We don't have these back where I'm from," Dutch murmurs, letting her fingers trail across the petals of a particularly vibrant red flower. The color is loud but the texture is soft and she sighs quietly.

"They couldn't survive the arid environment," she says, shaking his head. "It's funny how something as simple as flora becomes amazing. Westerley wouldn't look so washed out if we could something like this to grow somewhere."
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[personal profile] red17 2017-04-10 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Forest and snow," she repeats, almost sighing. There are bound to be places like that on Q'resh or Leith but she's never stuck around there long enough to explore. Those planets have been mined to within an inch of their lives by the Nine because no wealthy person wants to live in a dry, barren environment.

"I know that's probably not all that exciting to you anymore but I think there'd be a week long party if snow ever fell in Westerley," she says with a quiet laugh. "No one would know what to do with it. The rain that falls is toxic so having something fall that wouldn't affect the people that live there would be quite the thing. I'd love it to happen. It won't but I wish it would."
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[personal profile] red17 2017-04-26 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yeah, I miss it more and more every single day I'm here. Not that I mind this place but the Quad's my home and I've still left a lot undone back there. There's still a lot of people I need to see before I decide to settle down in one place."

She doesn't really see herself ever settling if she's honest. She loves space too much, loves her job too much and likes that, if she gets tired of one certain place, she can get into her ship and leave it. She's never stuck in one place.

"Do you miss your home?" Dutch asks. "Or was it one of those places that's better to be away from?"
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[personal profile] red17 2017-05-01 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Dutch nods, knowing she'd been one of those who hadn't been happy at first. She doesn't think she can really say she is now but she's settled, she's accepting. She would still jump at the first sign that she could go back but she's no longer spending her days trying to get home.

"Being here is...an experience," Dutch says agreeably. "I'm much more used to spending my days in a ship among the stars. Being on a planet for this long isn't typical for me so it's taken some getting used to but it's been all right. It's been different but it's been all right."
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[personal profile] red17 2017-05-08 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Have you ever flown at all before?" Dutch asks curiously. There are people here who have been in planes or other forms of transportation that fly through the sky, flitting through clouds and across the sun but they never get to the inky black of space.

"You should, if you haven't," she continues on without waiting for a reply. "It's not the same as getting to float through space but it's pretty amazing. Nothing like being up there and looking down to see the small specks of humanity below you."
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[personal profile] someones_monster 2017-03-27 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Matthias is late for his shift, which he never is. Punctuality has always been important to him, if being drüskelle taught him anything actually helpful it was a strong work ethic. Despite this, it had been hard to get out of bed this morning. The crisp air on the walk over had helped, but he still feels like he's running on reflexes, like he can only do this because he's done it for so long.

"Sorry," he mumbles to Elsa, coming behind the counter to tie on his apron. "Hello."
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[personal profile] someones_monster 2017-03-29 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Matthias pauses in the middle of tying the apron strings behind his back, going still for a moment before finishing the knot and dropping his arms. "I'm..." He doesn't know if it would be appropriate to put this burden on Elsa, especially while they're at work.

At the same time, he hates to lie. "I'm not well," he admits. "I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] someones_monster 2017-04-13 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Matthias swallows and takes a deep breath, steadying himself so that when he answers his voice will sound normal and unwavering. He hasn't talked about this with anyone but Dutch yet, having holed away in his apartment with Trass after he told her.

"Matthew is gone. He's...back home, or whatever this place does with someone when it takes them," he says. He feels like he only just told Elsa that Matthew moved in with him, that's how short of a time Matthias had with him in the apartment.
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[personal profile] iamthepilot 2017-03-28 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
There's no reason at all to be in here. The colors of the flowers had caught his eyes, briefly soothed the whirlwind of confusion and distress he's been feeling since his arrival here, and Bodhi had walked into the shop with the hope that he might find more of a respite from his thoughts.

He remembers too late that there'd surely be someone there to greet him. Had he not just been caught inside, Bodhi thinks he would have turned to walk right back through those doors. Instead, he finds himself transfixed by a pair of the bluest eyes he's ever seen, and he's quiet for too long a moment before he speaks.

"It's no bother," Bodhi tells her, shifting from one foot to the other. He's still not quite comfortable in the jeans he'd bought, his flightsuit out of commission now and decidedly unnecessary. His arm still hurts, especially when he moves it too much, but he's grateful for the jacket that covers his bandage. He may have to feel it, but he doesn't have to look at it.

"You have a lovely shop."
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[personal profile] iamthepilot 2017-03-29 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Right."

Right, of course. Bodhi narrows his eyes, mostly because he feels too sheepish to hold her gaze, and wanders just to the right to gently brush his fingertips over the pedals of a white flower.

"Nothing in particular," he admits. "Honestly, I'm not sure why I came in. I've just been... walking." Bodhi's down a lot of that lately. He misses flying. "I think I liked all the colors. The living quarters I was given, it's so bare."
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[personal profile] iamthepilot 2017-04-12 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Alive," Bodhi echoes, hardly even meaning to at first, but it brings a faint smile to his face.

Alive is what he wants to be. He'd decided that once he'd found Jyn and Cassian, once he'd realized he wasn't alone here. There's a reason now, to survive, to open his eyes each morning. Bodhi had accepted even before landing on Scarif that any mission in the name of the Rebel cause might be his last, that'd been something he'd been... well, maybe not at peace with but something he could grasp without letting it make him fall apart.

Here, though, Bodhi can have a family. It's what he calls Jyn and Cassian already, though he hasn't said it to them because for whatever reason, it feels a little too soon. There's still every possibility they'll decide they want nothing to do with him after all and stop answering the door when he calls or checking in on him with their devices they'd called phones. He doesn't want to lose that, he can't lose that because it's become his reason to keep going here rather than dwell on how things might have turned out in the world they'd left behind.

Maybe he'll take Jyn nad Cassian flowers, he thinks. Bring them some life.

"I think I like the sound of that," Bodhi tells her, glancing around at all the options. "The only problem is, I don't really know where to begin."
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[personal profile] iamthepilot 2017-04-30 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Blue," Bodhi answers immediately.

There's a flash of guilt that comes with saying so, as unreasonable as that may be. Blue had been the color of the uniform he'd worn for so long, the uniform he'd worn because he'd needed a job and he'd wanted to fly and so, taking on the position of a cargo pilot had been good enough when he wasn't qualified for anything else. Blue had been the color of first shirt he thinks he can remember his mother making for him, one he'd grown out of but had been replaced just as quickly. Blue had been the color of Chirrut's eyes, milky but striking, and Bodhi wishes he could see his friend again.

"I don't know what might go well with that," he adds sheepishly, but she's the expert. She doesn't think she'll mind his ignorance in this particular circumstance.
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[personal profile] iamthepilot 2017-05-03 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Bodhi follows her, drawn by her voice and the grace with which she walks, and smiles softly when she points out the hydrangeas. They're not quite like any flower he's ever seen before, though flowers had been a luxury gift he'd never really been able to justify buying before. The nicer ones, made up of everlillies and blueblossoms and purple passions, had sometimes cost several days' pay of someone higher ranking than himself. Besides that, Bodhi hadn't ever really had a reason to buy a bouquet for anyone aside from the couple times he'd done it for his mother.

"We didn't have these at home," Bodhi tells her, tilting his head as he carefully traces his fingertips over the hydrangeas. "I like this, it's... simple, isn't it? But still beautiful. Maybe I can save the lavender for next time."
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[personal profile] iamthepilot 2017-05-10 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
For just a moment, Bodhi glances at her, a hint of awe in his expression because he wonders if there's some way she can sense what he's thinking. She seems to touch on every part of him that needs something, anything to hold onto, because waking up is still a struggle. He hasn't been in Darrow long, hardly any time at all since waking up with his face in the sand, and Bodhi is glad to be Jyn and Cassian here but in spite of that, the pain is ever present.

It isn't just the burn still healing on his arm. It's knowing why it's there in the first place, what they'd all left behind, how they'd gotten there. This is a wound that will take time to close, if it ever does at all. Flowers may not be a fast-acting fix, it may not even bring him a great deal of relief, but it does provide what he'd lost in those seconds before the grenade had gone off. Hope.

"Perseverance," Bodhi echoes. "Strength, then." He nods firmly, decision made then. "I'll take them."
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[personal profile] feel_myhell 2017-03-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't have been the first time he'd bought flowers for someone, but somehow, hovering outside and peering nervously through the window, this felt entirely different. Gnawing at the already mangled edge of his thumbnail, he heaved a sigh and stalked inside.

If nothing else, he could say hello to Elsa. Yeah, sure, that was a good enough excuse to be there.

"Hey, stranger," he drawled, standing on the other side of the counter with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.