[PRP] Never Enough Flowers (Punkie - Floren)

[Micillia]

 

[Micillia]

Punkie never stopped working on her copious amount of capricious projects, the ******** Temple Of Mirth, and the goddamned Gardening Club being the front runners. She had to leave the "goddamned" in the gardening club out, much to her own disappointment. Apparently she had been pushing her religion onto the club, and Sephos had convinced her to just keep it at "Gardening Club" for now. She always said it was the goddamned gardening club tho, and no one could stop her! The juggalo had set up her booth in Chittentown for today, and was double checking that each pamphlet was straight, clean, and ready for whomever would take interest and take it home. She also had a few vases of flowers around, offering free handouts to any troll interested. It was just a small act, but it was a step forward in making alternia a more beautiful place, and Punkie loved it. She was loud, calling to any and all trolls that passed the booth. Her eyes aligned upon a greenblood and she held a flower out to the wiggler, "My dear little ********, here, take a flower! Make Alternia a brighter piece of goddamned s**t, and think about joining the goddamed Gardening Club, yeah?" Punkie smiled bright, her smile made inhumanly big with her face paint.

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

It wasn't that often that Floren wandered into town- he was pretty good at being self-sufficient out in the desert, but... supply runs did need to be made, and this was one such occasion. The jadeblood weaved through the crowds, a large satchel filled with items slung over one shoulder. As he started to head toward the outskirts, his attention was flagged down by a flower being thrust into his vision. He came to an abrupt stop, blinking before turning to see who had held it out.

A juggalo! How strange! He'd never met one in person before. What an interesting speech pattern... He took the flower, smiling. "Thank you. You run a gardening club?" He perked up at the idea of it, shuffling a little closer to her booth. Lo and behold, there were pamphlets and everything! "Do you meet often? What kind of plants do you raise?" He couldn't help but let the questions pour out. This was right up his alley!

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie's eyes bulged slightly. Actual interest?! She was quite used to her sermons, speeches, and general lavishments of holy words being ignored. But not this time! The juggalo grinned excitedly, answering a little louder than she may have meant to, "Bless your bottom buckets we are!" The juggalo squealed. The top was off now, and the words came. Carver, Punkie's lusus and teacher, clicked with encouragement for the juggalo to go on. "Yes! The Goddamned Gardening Club is indeed run by my very ******** self! Its already got quite the damn dinger of members already, but there is always room in a glubdamned garden for more bitches! We aim to protect the less ******** fortunate from rising crop prices, competition runnin troll prices into the ******** ground, and equality for every little glubbin wiggler who wants to join!" The juggalo took a breath. "I my ******** self focus on the most holy of plants, the goddamned gourds, gift from the majestic Messiahs above, glory that grows from the s**t of the hell we call home, the very capriciously round! Yet i also dabble in the damnable disaster that is flowers, fruit, and fungi. We have one member who throws a ******** of fuss over apples, one interested in ******** herbs, and one bitching highblood interested in radishes of all the goddamned options!" Punkie said, a smile on her face the entire time. She panted a second, regained her composure, and answered the last question. "We meet every ******** second purple full moon, and every goddamned third green new moon!" Punkie finished with, handing the boy a brochure.

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

Floren maintained a smile on his face as he listened, though... he was having some trouble keeping up. The amount of cursewords in the orangeblood's vocabulary was astounding! He found himself thankful that Skoli was not on the surface to hear them - he was sure his lusus would disapprove. "Oh, my. That sounds very nice." An herb specialist definitely got his attention... He'd wanted to move more into herbs to start making medicines. Perhaps this person would know which ones would work best together. He waited for her to catch her breath and answer his other question before speaking again.

"I would like to join. How do I do that? Oh- I'm Floren." He reached out a hand, aiming to shake hers. "I raise cacti mostly right now, but I want to start raising medicinal herbs."

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie was just about to continue, but she needed more than just one breath this time, and the greenblooded child took that moment to act. Punkie blinked a few times, grin never leaving her face. "Joining is as easy as a ******** pie!" Punkie turned around, and pulled a few papers up. "You just want to sign this goddamned form, and this ******** form," Punkie said, passing the child a packet of papers stapled together each time she indicated a new one. "And if you decide to goddamned join as a farmer, when you need this form and this ******** form," Punkie passed over two more large packets of paper. "BUT~~" The juggalo said in a singsong voice, slapping all the papers she had just handed over out of the boy's hands. "If you just want to join as a ******** member for starters, just sign this little b***h!" The juggalo carefully gave the boy one single sheet of paper. "I dont think we have any ******** into capricious cacti, youll be the first of the ******** kind!" Punkie clasped her hands together, excited for a new member.

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

Floren eyed the papers as they were pointed out to him. He definitely wasn't a farmer, so he wouldn't need the other one. Before he could really do anything with them though, she slapped both forms out of his hands and passed him a different form instead. Wait.. which one was he supposed to sign? Floren furrowed his brows for a moment, trying to keep track of her instructions. Right, the new one was just a "for starters" form. That... would do. "Ah, okay, I see." He offered her another smile, then looked around for a pen to begin filling the form out. Starters would be nice, in case the whole group was juggalos. One was nice enough, but he wasn't sure he could handle a whole group of them at once.

"Is that so? I'd be happy to share tips. Cacti are really easy to care for." He smiled again, then held up the finished form for her to take. "But I guess they do best with sunlight, so its hard to raise them in places that don't get a lot of sun during the day."

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie wiggled and took the paper. Another member! If only her recruitment to the church was this successful! Wouldn't that be just amazing? She would have to live with her Gardening Club being successful for now tho, one step at a time! "Well, since we are based out of goddamned Chittentown, i feel like sun will not be too ******** scarce." Punkie giggled, "Ya know, Chittentown would look a lot ******** better with more cacti around! I bet trolls just dont plant um much cuz they arnt ******** aware!" The juggalo lit up at the idea of raising awareness. "Ide love for ya to come to the next goddamned meeting, we could get some gardeners together and make a ******** event out of it!"

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

"Oh, is that so?" Floren blinked, smiling a little more. That just meant he'd have an easier time attending meetings. Perfect. It was hard to get Skoli to agree to leave the desert, after all. "I agree, it would be a lot nicer around here if there were more of them." He spared a glance around the... frankly mostly barren area around them and made a face. Sure, Chittentown was highly populated by lowbloods, but it wasn't like plants took a lot of beetles to take care of.

"I'd love to come. The next meeting is... soon, right?" He looked back to Punkie and tilted his head, trying to remember the dates she'd given as meeting times. "Where do you-- we, meet? Here or somewhere else?" He wouldn't want to be late, after all!

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. "I dont know much about ******** cacti myself, so it would be an assload of help if ya were to teach this b***h here!" She said. It was true, Punkie knew some stuff about flowers, bushes, trees, and most things that grew in the forest (thanks to Sephos), but mainly she was a gourd girl. She could tell you which kind of punkin would grow from a seed without seeing it sprout. She could list off the perfect conditions for a punkin to grow in and what type of music made them happy.

"Here!" The juggalo pulled out a rectangular leaflet covered in pictures and information. "Our next two meetings are listed on this, and for now the meeting place is the ******** Temple Of Mirth and Messiahs." She said cheerily. She would have it that every meeting forever were held there, but she also knew it was a good idea to separate one's hobby from one's life goals. "It would be a most ******** pleasure to see ya there!"

nepsah

 

[nepsah]

Floren smiled a little, nodding, "I'd be honored to teach you." Her sudden exclamation caught him a little off guard, earning a little jump of surprise. He took the leaflet from her, looking it over as she spoke. "Oh, I see. I'll be there, definitely." Would it be weird to ask about how many pipes were in the ground...? probably. Skoli would just have to manage. Speaking of Skoli... He looked around to see if his lusus was leaving any mounds - ah, one was rising in the sand not too far from where they were speaking.

"Ah, I think my lusus would like to go back to our hive now. I will come to the next meeting, definitely. Thank you for letting me join." He flashed Punkie a smile and nodded. "Have a good evening." He resituated all the papers he was holding after the exchange, then trotted off to follow the moving mount in the sand.

Micillia

i figure this was a good endin spot!