Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday, 3/24

[blondecanary]

Okay, so, the fog made you hallucinate monsters. Yesterday's encounters had made that clear. There might be someone causing it-- this was Fandom after all-- but as far as Dinah knew, there was nothing out in it that needed to be fought

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[madetoosmrt]

She might still get that really quiet day, if she didn't notice the baby godzilla lurking outside the shop. He couldn't see the person he was looking for through the shop windows, but he paced in front anyhow to see if he could get in and take a closer look before letting out a frustrated roar.

Baby godzillas are not experts at opening doors.

[blondecanary]

Dinah winced at the sound, and grimaced. "Just your imagination, just the fog." She folded her arms and glared at the door. "Nobody there."

Although she was going to open the door and prove it to herself, if the noise didn't cut it out. It was probably someone talking, in reality. Her ears were playing tricks on her again, that was all.

...maybe it was someone panicking because of the fog? Hmmm. Dinah got closer to the door and called, "Is someone out there?"

[madetoosmrt]

The godzilla roared again at the motion inside the store. Agitated, he swished his tail back and forth, knocking it against the building.

Someone was definitely out there, but probably not someone Dinah should invite in.

[blondecanary]

Probably not, no. But if she didn't look, it was going to drive her crazy.

Picking up one of the big gardening claws-- just in case!-- Dinah stomped over to the door and opened it. Then gulped at what she saw. Not real, not real, not real! she chanted to herself, and tightened her grip.

"Can I help you?"

[madetoosmrt]

Well, he might like to rip up some of the trees in the shop, but that would probably just upset Miss Vida. He snorted, then charged at the girl standing in the doorway, trying to bowl her over to get inside.

[blondecanary]

Okay, hallucination or not, that was definitely an attack, and Dinah reacted instinctively, swinging out with the steel claw and letting out an involuntary shriek. The monster-or-whatever had enough weight to slam her back and leave the door hanging open, and Dinah scrambled backwards, throwing a big pot of ficus at its head. "Hey! No hallucinations in the shop!"

[madetoosmrt]

Awww. Being described as a hallucination hurt the godzilla's feelings.

He dodged the claw, but the ficus crashed into his stomach hard enough that he had to stagger backward. He pirouetted to bring his tail toward her, aiming to knock the annoying girl out of the way.

[blondecanary]

And she'd feel bad about that! Really! Much later!

Another yell-- half outrage, half pain, as the tail got her in the legs, sending Dinah staggering into a table. Which made her snarl, then yell, "Hey, Toothy!"

And shove the table with all her strength, physical and telekinetic, straight at the Godzilla, as if she were bowling for lizards.

[and that icon kills me as I flee to work]

[madetoosmrt]

Toothy wasn't a very nice thing to call a baby godzilla, either. Didn't annoying girl have any manners?

He'd have to ponder that question later. Right now, there was a table crushing into his legs and lower body to pin him to a wall. He lurched forward to extricate himself, snapping those toothy jaws at Dinah. The table moved in response, but she probably had a few moments to flee before he could go after her again.

[blondecanary]

Hey, she'd practically invited him in! And he'd tried to eat her! Blonde shop personnel were not on the menu today!

And he could just keep pondering that question. Dinah started throwing every non-plant item in the shop--trowels, claws, those little diggy things-- at him, aiming for the eyes, backing up so she could duck into the storeroom if he didn't get hurt or take the hint to just go already.

[madetoosmrt]

The baby godzilla kept roaring until a trowel lodged in the skin just above his eyes, when his roar turned into a slightly different yowl of pain. Blood streamed into that eye, and he took a blind step toward Dinah before another claw hit him and lodged in his neck.

That seemed to be his cue to cut his losses.

He turned, and stumbled back toward the door.

[blondecanary]

Dinah was more than happy to hold that door open for him with TK until he got out of there. Really! Gracious hostess helping the guest find his way home! Out there in the creepy, murky, apparently inhabited fog.

[madetoosmrt]

The roaring beast lumbered through the open door and into the foggy day, knocking over whatever he could reach with his tail along the way.

[blondecanary]

"Yeah! You... do that!" Dinah called after him, weak with relief. She gave the shop a mournful look; plants and planters smashed, upended table, dirt everywhere. Then she locked the door, and started to clean up. Miss Vida was *so* going to be unhappy.

New rule: if it couldn't open the door on its own, it wasn't allowed inside.