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gʀɑɦɑɱ ɦɑʆɗɑʀ, ɛรquiʀɛ (businesslike) wrote in summerview,
@ 2019-03-07 09:24:00

Entry tags:

nissa nailal, player: squid, zgraham haldar

there's a crack in the mirror
Who: Graham & ~~Open~~ Nissa
What: Probably not burning the place down (that would be rude) but other than that, who knows!
When: Thursday evening
Where: Stormflowers for now
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

Being a vampire meant that you were essentially dead to the world during the day, stuffed inside your coffin-house with blackout curtains drawn so that nary a crack of light infiltrated your sleeping space. It also meant that you needed to do your shopping and errands at night, after the sun slipped down for its own slumber. Graham was well used to that by now.

Used to the chill, and the hunger, traipsing up his ribs. And the vibration of it coursing in his body, as if his veins were really a network of piercing needles.

He'd need to run across the bridge and find a meal in Atlantic City eventually, but for now he wandered into Stormflowers - mostly he was looking for Kenna, since he knew she worked there, but then it occurred to him that she may have gone home after a daytime shift or something. She didn't need to worry about explodey ash-death during the daytime. But he'd come because he wanted to tell her about Valentine's Day (his first ever couples massages - maybe it wouldn't be his last?), since she'd listened to him before and he really had no one else to tell.

Well. Since he was here, he could pick up some flowers for Lenore. Some turned their noses up at flowers, but she didn't - he knew she liked the colours, and appreciated the beauty in them. Now to just...figure out what exactly to purchase.

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iniquitous
2019-03-07 09:03 pm UTC (link)

Bartering wasn't a system that Nissa was used to. She was used to taking what she wanted when she wanted it. Regardless of who had it. This whole 'don't draw attention' thing seemed to extend to murdering idiots who tested her, and thus Nissa was having to employ new methods of getting what she needed from people.

Which ultimately took her to a flower shop, and frankly that was an offence enough, the fact that this was the fourth stop on her 'errands' for this annoying little pixie just crunched the rest of her patience. Thankfully Summerview adopted a more time friendly hours of operations, since everywhere in Atlantic City seemed to adhere to the 'when we want' scheme of things.

The hope was that she could find some in the shop in Summerview -there were witches here, as much as Nissa hated their very existence she needed to play nice- which typically would mean there would be available stock for them in their safe little city. The biggest problem, as Nissa stood in the doorway, almost overwhelmed, was that she had no idea what Aster or Crocus were, never mind what they looked like.

Having not been around that much pollen in years didn't help, and she couldn't hold back the sneeze, even as she turned around to try and sneeze outside, ignoring the flinch in her glamour while she did. "Ugh, this is gonna be a sucky few minutes." Hopefully it would only be a few minutes.

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businesslike
2019-03-07 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Allergic to the flowers or allergic to the shop's inhabitants? For Graham, it was sort of the latter - Stormflowers was owned by a werewolf, and he could sense it. It felt like a shiver, up and down the spine, cold as death on ice. But it wasn't like he personally cared - those pesky instincts traveled deep, however. On and on, back to an ancient feud that was older than even him.

At least he wouldn't get run out of the shop, he assumed. He did plan to be a paying customer.

But anyway. "Bless you," he spoke up politely, English propriety and teacups in the garden and all that nonsense. "I imagine it would be sucky, if you're allergic. Brave though, to venture in here regardless."