interstellar5555 | A Flower a Day Keeps the Bees at Play

Who: Usagi Tsukino (Serena Lapin) and customers
What: It’s Usagi’s real first day of work after all her training… wish her luck
When: All Day
Where: The flower store Usagi works at
Warnings: Just the cheerful klutz that is Usagi?
Notes: I’m more than happy to match styles!

A: Early Morning

Luna (and Mamoru) had learned long ago, that the way to get Usagi anywhere on time was to set her alarm clock an hour ahead. While Usagi knew the trick, she never bothered commenting on it because, well, it worked! She got up early, she got to things on time, and everyone was happy that she wasn’t late. Still, even if Usagi knew the trick, considering the situation she was currently in? She completely forgot to do it. After all, she liked sleeping in as much as the next person (probably more than the next person, actually)!

Which was why, running through the streets was the blonde bunny, in a bright white and blue dress, crying in dismay: "I’M LAAAAAATE! I’M LATE I’M LAAAATE!" with a bag on her shoulder and a lunch-box in hand. The rabbit was late and had no time to say hello or goodbye to those she was living with, she was late she was late she was late!

So frantic to get to work on time, she didn’t pay attention as she turned the corner...

And promptly smacked into someone, falling backwards and straight to the ground.

"OOOOOOOW!" she cringed and whimpered only a little. She rubbed her back, she paused to catch her breath, and then quickly popped right back up as if she hadn’t just fallen. She was so used to falling, honestly that it wasn’t something she couldn't handle. She didn’t have time to be upset, though, because not only was she late, and more importantly, she possibly just hurt someone!

"I’m so so so so so sorry! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she had to go but she didn’t want to abandon the person she just ran into. She bowed deeply. "Really, I’m so sorry!"

B: Throughout the Day

Usagi let out a sigh of relief as she had made it on time. The flower shop owner, Ophelia, merely chuckled to herself and commented about how nice it was to have such an energetic girl around the shop.

The older woman was actually incredibly kind to hire her on. Usagi explained that she had just moved in with all of her cousins after an accident involving their parents. Serena Lapin was doing everything she could to support her family, five girls and one boy! Ophelia was an older woman, bent over and needing a cane to walk, and her son and his best friend worked for her as it got harder for her to work by herself, but at seeing "Serena’s" eagerness and willingness to work, her friendly and open nature, well Ophelia commented that it would be nice to have another girl around, hiring the very day Usagi applied.

And, on top of Usagi’s paycheck, she got to take home flowers that were too old to sale or were damaged in such a way that they couldn’t be given to their customers. She had already taken a few damaged roses, plucked off the ruined petals and leaves and stuck them in her hair. But Usagi was also thinking that flower bouquets would be a great way to keep the house smelling lovely and feeling warm.

Usagi, or rather Serena Lapin was ready to work! With her pastel pink apron and the name badge with a little thistle at the end of it, she could face anything. She looked up when she heard the door chime and greeted the guest with a bright smile.

"Welcome to Thistle Do Nicely: A Flower for Every Occasion! My name is Serena, how can I help you today?"

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Sariel has been settling into life and work with his new bandmates, making a home of it. And that includes bringing home a few odds and ends to really make the atmosphere warm and welcoming. And so he's come into the shop looking for roses, browsing through the buckets of bouquets, pausing every so often to sniff at them, caress the petals with his long, delicate fingers.

"Good afternoon, sir," she offered from the counter, smiling warmly at the... incredibly tall man. Usagi was all of 4'11" and the gentleman had several feet on her.

"Is there anything I can help you find today? We're having special on our 'Good Morning Sunshine' bouquet, it's the perfect bouquet to help with winter gloom."

Looking up from the flowers, he might small down to her, this tall gent in a white topcoat over a grey silk shirt open at the neck, under a darker grey waistcoat. "Hmmm, that could be delightful at this time of the year, though I would also like to ask if you have any dark red roses, the darker the better? I would ask for natural black ones, though I know those are vanishingly rare," he asks.

"Black roses?" she shook her head. "Ah, I'm afraid the only black roses we have would be dyed. Although, we have the black Baccara rose," which was a deep red one but not black. "They're a hybrid flower but it's the closest we have. Would you like me to get one from the back for you?"

"Hmmm, one Baccara Rose will do, along with a few dyed ones to round out the bouquet?" he says.

He might tilt his head, looking at her. "Are you new here? I've passed by this shop, admiring the displays in the window, but I don't think I've glimpsed you puttering about..."

"Ah, I'll go see if we have any- ah? Actually yes!" she smiled as she gave a small little bow in greeting.

"Today is my first official day after my training. I'm quite able to take care of the order, but if you prefer one of the boys since they have more experience I have no problem getting one of them for you? They're in the greenhouse at the moment and Mrs. Ophelia is out for a bit." She didn't want to upset a regular customer.

He returns the bow gracefully. "I don't mind in the least: you need the practice serving customers, and I wasn't in a particular hurry: I merely needed some flowers to brighten our rooms and... bring a few shadows as well, by way of the black roses," he says, with a smirk of mystery.

Usagi blinked and wondered what shadows he was trying to place.

"Ah... why shadows, if I may ask? If that's alright, that is?"

"Oh, nothing menacing," he says, reassuringly. "I'm something of a Gothic poet and song writer, and so I like to set a dark atmosphere in my rooms to help feed my inspiration." He even adds a playfully eerie lilt to his voice.

"OOH!" she clasped her hands together and smiled. "Ah, a poet! How incredible! I'm not any good at stuff like that but I think it's absolutely beautiful! Do you ever publish any of your poems?"

He might beam, tilting his head, pleased at this reaction from her. "Why thank you, it's a delight to find someone who's fond of poetry. There were a few small chapbooks, little books that I'd printed off myself or a small press had printed, but nothing major, though I might put something together shortly. There is one blog that I posted a few pieces on, if it's still up: I haven't posted on it in some time. Net-search 'Sariel MacLeod poems' and it might turn up."

"Oh ah, I'm a big fan of poetry," especially romantic poetry! Although, Mamoru wasn't the sort to write that kind of stuff, but then, she didn't need him to be. How funny though to think of Mamoru writing love sonnets! She smiled a bit more at that thought.

"I hope you have the best of luck getting a poem published in bigger press! I'll be sure to read some if I find any."

Oh, if only she had the internet... but even then, she didn't do well with that kind of stuff.

"Ah but if you would like to wait her just a bit, I'll go get your bouquet ready."

"With that enthusiastic response, you'll be among the first to get a complimentary copy when it hits the street," the pale gent says, with a bow. "No rush on the flowers: my time is yours."

When she comes back, he'll have taken a leather-covered pocket-sized journal out of an inner pocket of his coat along with a pen and he's already jotting in it. Clearly inspiration has struck already.

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"Ah! That's so nice of you! You're so sweet, thank you!" she smiled brightly, bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet.

"I'll be right back, sir! Please wait right here." Usagi went to the back and the green house to get everything ready for the bouquet. It took her about ten minutes or a little less but she came back with the bouquet in question.

"Tadah! Is it to your liking?"

He'll look up from jotting in his journal, pocketing it swiftly. "Ahh, how exquisite! Just as I had hoped for," he says, reaching into another pocket of his coat, taking out his billfold. "And how much will that cost?" he asks.

Usagi rang up the bouquet, giving him the price.

"I hope you have a wonderful day, sir."

He'll rummage in his pocket for his wallet, taking it out and taking out a credit card.

"Thank you... and you've given such excellent service, I suspect I'm going to return later for more blossoms," he replies, taking the bouquet.

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