6622/Flowers of the Ocean
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| Flowers of the Ocean | |
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| Date of Scene: | 19 June 2021 |
| Location: | Sherwood Florist, First Floor |
| Synopsis: | No description |
| Cast of Characters: | Dinah Lance, Namor
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- Dinah Lance has posed:
It's a slow Friday at Sherwood Florist, so Dinah Lance has already been tidying up. Out with the dead flowers, rotate the ones in the refrigerated displays, clean up the clippings, sweep the floor.
She is distracted, considering where to start her patrol tonight. Sometimes she wishes that she lived somewhere OTHER than Gotham City.
- Namor has posed:
Namor rarely walked among the surface.
But when he did? He often did so in order to investigate what the surface had to offer. Though as he walked, he had seen the most beautiful flowers, and thus he briefly interrogated the couple who had them, until he had a name: Sherwood Florist.
It took him a hot second to find this place, the florist store experiencing the attention of Namor, even as he seemed to be rather calm. He opens the door then, realizing that it's a slow friday, as little to no other people were inside. "You there! Is this the Sherwood Florist?" Namor questions.
....even if she was devastatingly beautiful, much like her flowers. "I have desire to look at your product." He gestures to the flowers.
- Dinah Lance has posed:
Devastatingly beautiful? Dinah is wearing comfortable jeans, biker boots, and a snug-fitting t-shirt with the store's logo splashed across the chest.
She turns at the sound of the bell on the door, looking the man over as he strides in like he owned the place. It's pretty apparent from the pointed ears that he's not from Jersey.
Dinah wipes her hands on the apron, stepping around from behind the counter. "I'm the owner, if that's what you mean." The woman gestures towards the various displays, then. "These are just some examples of arrangements. I can get in just about anything, with enough notice."
"What's the special occasion?" Because people always buy flowers for special occasions.
- Namor has posed:
Namor looks upon Dinah for a long moment before he speaks again. "My interest." That seems to be the special occasion. "Your finest flowers please! I am enamored with their beauty."
And, in an attempt to charm Dinah, he'll try and take her hand in order to kiss her knuckles, if she permits. "As I am enamored by yours." Does he think he'll get a discount?!
- Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance has dirt under her nails and those hands are calloused. Not just the fingerpads and palms, but also her knuckles. A fighter, this one. She allows the kiss before slowly withdrawing her hand with a wry smile.
"Most people match the flowers for the occasion, actually. And yes, that usually matters. Lilies for mourning, roses for love, that sort of thing."
And in spite of the cheesy line, the little blonde smiles.
- Namor has posed:
Namor does not seem to care about how dirty her hands are, rather instead, Namor seems only concerned with her flowers. Knuckles kissed, Namor seems to move on.
"Very well, how about for decoration?"
He attempts to counter her, blue eyes locking into her own. "Tell me, how many people have you punched in the last week to guard these flowers? They must be lovely indeed."
