#> open comms

[totallynotanagent]

Hey, I'm back from the trip. Took me a while to-

[Omen's eyes widen as he sees blue spores coming out of the flower shop. He instinctively holds a lighter in his hand while he enters]

@harbinger-of-bad-news

The shop was in pretty decent condition beside the spores coming out of the shop and some flowers looking unnaturally blue.

Slumped against the front of the counter was Ernest, breathing, but his eyes were closed.

[totallynotanagent]

[After leaving Lawson's house, Omen leads Ernest back to the shop to retrieve his journals. He's happily reading the spell she wrote for him]

@harbinger-of-bad-news

(ooc: timeskip? fuck it)

Ernest followed close to Omen’s side as he hummed softly a small tune, nothing bad but simply something he once heard while stationed somewhere else in the world. “What’s the game plan on how we’re going into the shop without either of us inhaling the spores?”

[totallynotanagent]

*as ernest opens the shop in the morning he can hear crying from the back room, the door is open a crack but the lights inside are turned off*

(ooc: i just need these two to interact more-@the-hive-traveler)

At hearing crying, he moves to see what the source of it is. He lingers just at the door for a moment before entering though he doesn't turn the lights on just yet. "Hey kid, how you doing?" He softly says into the darkness.

[totallynotanagent]

[Omen enters the flower shop, looking the slightest bit defeated by, well, everything. There was an attack at the base last night coming from people hired by CCRP. It seemed like he had been there fighting them off. Now he's tired, upset, and despite already eating enough yesterday, he's still hungry]

Hey...I got...news.

@harbinger-of-bad-news

Ernest looks over his friend, concerned a bit but not worrying too much as he knew the other could handle himself after all.

"Oh news? Hopefully some good news right and not the kind where it leads to a funeral I hope?" Ernest says moving to lean on the counter as he kept his eyes on Omen.

[totallynotanagent]

It was the final day of the Honey Festival, and a pig was running around the grounds, just excited as if it was his birthday party, and not a memorial celebration of late town darling, blind activist, big eater, and secret-until-the-recent-release-of-certain-records trans man Nicholas Black. The pig seemed to have sniffed his way up to Ernest, and was trying to eat his pant leg.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

It had been the first time Ernest had attended the town’s events and what he had seen of it was certainly something. But with the sight of a pig running around the grounds did puzzle him slightly yet he assumed maybe it was normal during the final day.

Though he does certainly question it more once the pig made its way up to him and he just gently shoved it away.

“Nope, Buddy you can’t do that. I need these pants.” He muttered, even if he knew the pig couldn’t likely understand him.

[totallynotanagent]

[Cal heads over to the flower shop to speak with Ernest. They know he got infected, but not how. Which is what they are going to find out.]

@calaverage

Ernest was within the flower store, tending to some flowers by the counter. It has been a few days since the incident so the shop has been relatively cleaned out and all of his flowers all new to make up for those contaminated and then destroyed.

[totallynotanagent]

*a teen walks into the shop, sunglasses covering their eyes and a thin blue scar running across their neck*

*they approach the owner, and place a gun on the counter in front of them. it’s clear they don’t mean any harm…not with the gun as their weapon anyways. the gun seems strangely familiar, it belonged to another peip agent after all*

*the teen finally looks up and starts speaking, their voice has a strangely melodic quality to it*

seemed like this was the right place to bring this, you’re an agent after all aren’t you?

( ooc: had an anon talking about you and it sounded like a fun time -@the-hive-traveler)

Algernon stared at the teen for a few moments, trying to gather what he could learn about the other before letting his eyes snap to the gun. It was something he could regonising of being PEIP property after all, even if it did look like a standard gun for most parts.

He looked back at the teen once again when the other spoke. "Unfortunatly I'm not who you think I am." Algernon knew better then to admit who he was. He leaned slightly on the counter. "But how does someone like you have this by chance?"

[totallynotanagent]

What appears to be a Young adult with eerily vivid blue eyes and a KN95 mask walked into the shop and stared at Ernest for a bit.

So. I heard you went through some shit.

-🗣️ of @youngvoice-and-gameplayer

He stared at the young adult, noting things here and there. This wasn’t someone he thought he knew, so he knew he was likely using his cover for this.

“Oh you must have heard about the shop’s temporary closure! Some of the stock had some unsavoury bugs within them which meant I had to clear out everything.”