LET'S [test] DRIVING

[cava]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU


or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.

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Hisana Kuchiki (Lilly Oaks) | Bleach

[dead_wife]

[The skies might have been gray, but the weather was warm enough that Lilly decided to wheel out the flower cart down the street and set up shop at the corner of the town square. For most of the day, the weather forecast held true, and there was no rain. But at 3:41 PM, the clouds decided to turn the weathermen into liars, and fat drops of rain begin to pepper the sidewalk.]

[Lilly debates the pros and cons of staying. While the cart has a large shade umbrella that shelters her from the rain, the bad weather drives customers to extinction. There's only a little over an hour left before she closes for the day, though, so is it worth it to go back, open the shop, and then close it again a short while later?]

[She holds out her hand to catch a few of the raindrops, to verify that yes indeed it's pretty wet and likely to get wetter. If she must wait out the rest of her business hours without customers, she decides it's best to wait indoors before the puddles start to get too big. She hangs the folding sign on its rusted peg, stacks the empty vases, and locks up the cashbox. With a sigh of mild disappointment, the petite flower peddler throws her weight into the cart to nudge it forward, wheeling it home.]

[Behind her back, she doesn't see the little black specks drifting down, seeking new matter to infest. Or maybe there isn't any fluff at all and this is just a rainy sort of day. You pick.]

[pitch_slap]

She's got her umbrella up already, bright red and cheerful against the gathering clouds, but is aware enough to side-step the large cart rumbling toward her, even giving the woman pushing it a nod, but she doesn't really need flowers right now.

And then...

The Echo isn't much, just a photograph of a woman, the one she just walked past (like a memorial photo) and the memory of a voice saying something about "my wife" and "your sister" which--what the hell, shes doesn't have any siblings-- and Lucy stops dead in her tracks.

The rain splashing on her face wakes her back up to herself enough to turn abruptly and go chasing back after the woman, thinking quick for any excuse, any at all, to talk to her. Digging in a pocket, she comes up with about $3.57 which, well, it will have to do. "Excuse me, miss?"

[dead_wife]

The rumble of the cart wasn't enough to drown out Lucy's request entirely. The wheels slowed to a stop, as did the steps of the woman pushing the cart, and she turned to regard the young lady that had called for her attention.

"Yes? May I help you?"

Lilly couldn't help but remark to herself on just how much this person looked like her. There were differences to be sure (Lucy was taller), but it was a strange sort of swooping feeling nonetheless.

Ah, well, it was probably nothing of concern. It seemed all this girl wanted to do was purchase some flowers, and Lilly had enough left to whip up a quick bouquet if necessary.

[pitch_slap]

"Um." Think fast, think fast.... and don't be creepy about it either. "I know you're probably closed for the day but if you want to make one last sale...?"

Well. It's a terrible reason, but whatever. Maybe she'll sell the end of day stuff she couldn't get rid of that will have wilted by tomorrow, huh?

[dead_wife]

"Certainly," she smiled. What a polite and delightful young lady! It made Lilly feel more like a doting elderly woman, even though she was only 29. "If you're not in a rush, you may come with me to the shop. I have a wider selection of flowers there, and I would not wish for you to linger in the rain longer than necessary."

Lilly was still unable to place the girl's face. She knew it was familiar, and not just because it looked like hers.

If only she paid more attention to current music trends instead of mooning over classical and new age music all the time.

[pitch_slap]

She should have figured out there was a shop too. She foresees lots of fresh flowers for her tiny apartment in the near future until she can figure out exactly who this woman is. "Yes, I definitely have time for that." She can skip one class, right?

"Wouldn't want to keep you out here longer than need be either."

[dead_wife]

(OOC: My application got rejected, but if you still want to thread out the meme, I don't mind!)

"Oh my, you're very kind to worry about me," Lilly chuckled. "Please come this way." She leaned the whole of her weight against the cart once more to get it rolling, and it rumbled cheerfully down the rain-painted sidewalks.

As good as the rain smelled, Lilly was glad for the dry warmth of the shop once it was unlocked and opened. She propped open the double doors, wheeling the cart into the corner of the store. "Now, what may I get for you?"