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mark davidson (itselemental) wrote in oceancove,
@ 2011-06-17 03:05:00

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c: ilsa, c: mark davidson

Who: Mark Davidson - Open
What: Tending to flowers
Where: His nursery
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete ; open

Mark Davidson was probably one of the few people who actually liked to get up with the rising sun. Just when the light started to touch everything, and he felt a bit like he'd stepped into the Lion King, everything was waking up including himself. Before he'd ever had his coffee, or done anything really, Mark went out on his porch. He'd sit there for a while, the length of time didn't really matter. Just until he felt like moving again. Those were the times when he was in his most natural state.

If he could have melted into the earth then, he would have.

Once he rose, the scent of the dew making him wake up more than any caffeine ever could, he'd water his own flowers. The ones he kept especially for himself. He had an affinity for the illegal ones, and so far no one had ever found them. That's how he liked to keep it. He talked to his flowers. More so at home than at the shop. No one who worked for him needed to think their boss had flipped out.

After a sufficient time in his own place, he got showered, dressed and headed to the shop. He was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Today was no exception. It had been relatively busy all day though. Being summer, and the impending heat made people want to get things done in a rush.

As people passed him by, he tended to the flowers that were for sale, keeping an eye on those that passed by.

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harborfey
2011-06-20 07:39 am UTC (link)

She'd named her Cat.

Cat was a stray who seemed to like Ilsa's porch. Her fur was a peppered grey, unkempt but scrupulously clean, and though she was aloof and wary, Ilsa didn't think she was feral. Cat seemed to prefer at least ten feet of distance at all times, but she ate the food left out for her. She liked to curl up on the cushion of the porch swing, or sit at the edge of the dock while Ilsa swam.

Passing the flower shop Friday afternoon, Ilsa got a rather silly idea.

She wandered around the aisles of plants for awhile, not particularly concerned with getting to her purpose - everything was beautifully tended, and it was simply a pleasant place to be. After awhile, though, she decided to ask for help.

One person, whom Ilsa presumed to be an employee (looking both quietly competent and increasingly desperate), was already engaged with another customer, somehow managing to remain patient with the cheerful bridezilla who kept changing her flower order for her wedding. Ilsa thought it best to steer clear of them. She approached the gentleman tending flowers instead.

"Pardon me," she introduced herself to Mark, simply because it truly did feel like an interruption - among the plants he seemed to be among friends. "Er. Do you have catnip?"

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itselemental
2011-06-22 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Hearing the familiar tell-tale signs of a customer with a question, Mark gestured for a moment so that he could turn off the hose and actually hear her. Once that was done, he smiled slightly.

"Sorry, it's hard to hear over the noise. Catnip?" He actually had to think for a moment. Which was sad because he owned the place. After a moment, he ah'd. "Oh yes, I think we do have some of that in stock. Come with me."

He set the hose on the ground and then lead the way through the store towards one section.

The section seemed to be for various things. Butterfly gardens, flowers that attracted certain types of birds, things like that.

He picked up one of the plants and looked it over. "Do you know how to use the plant? Or rather which parts of it?"

	itselemental 2011-06-23 07:21 am UTC (link)
	"It's actually pretty simple. Though of course you probably want to put this somewhere where cats can't get to it or they'll be all over it." He laughed a little. "In any case, when it flowers, you cut the whole thing off at the base here," he pointed to the place on the plant. "Then hang it up somewhere to dry. It will grow back fairly quickly." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	harborfey 2011-06-24 01:45 am UTC (link)
	"Handy," she said with a smile, pleased. "There's not a lot you can say that about." Ilsa lifted one of the smaller plants, holding the ceramic pot by the bottom. "But I rather thought the cat was the point, yes? This is a gift, but it wouldn't be much of one if I kept it from her." She frowned. "Can it harm her in too great doses, then?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	harborfey 2011-06-24 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	"That's alright, then." Ilsa shrugged. "She's not a pet. It's not my place to regulate her drug use." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	harborfey 2011-06-28 07:26 am UTC (link)
	"So I see," she said. She shifted the plant to her nondominant arm and shook his hand, her grip gentle but not weak. "Pleasure. I am called Ilsa." She smiled. "I have not met many of your kind, either. And it has been a very long time." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)