The Eleventh Death: Today's pollen counts: ridiculous high
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[It seems something has finally gotten Susan's normally cool and sarcastic demeanor to crack! And it's not the giant squid, 'power outages' or even crazy assassins showing up to ruin her day. Just the Animus.
Oh, and those flowers blooming up around her feet even as she stands around outside, because she doesn't want to ruin her floors by making them sprout. There's even a very lovely blooming nightshade creeping up the wall behind her as she makes her plea on camera.]
I trust that, had anyone found a way to halt the growth of these things this week, they would have shared with the rest of the class?
It's a very good thing I'm not allergic to pollen, but I am rather annoyed by this sort of thing. Are there any uses for these plants? I'm not much of a botanist, but if there's an advantage to be gained from this mess...
[That annoyance is quite clear. As another vine tendril makes its way up the wall and makes to creep over to her shoulder, Susan Glares at it (yes, a capitalized Glare), and it seems to wither and shrink back from her.]
How tiresome.
[It seems something has finally gotten Susan's normally cool and sarcastic demeanor to crack! And it's not the giant squid, 'power outages' or even crazy assassins showing up to ruin her day. Just the Animus.
Oh, and those flowers blooming up around her feet even as she stands around outside, because she doesn't want to ruin her floors by making them sprout. There's even a very lovely blooming nightshade creeping up the wall behind her as she makes her plea on camera.]
I trust that, had anyone found a way to halt the growth of these things this week, they would have shared with the rest of the class?
It's a very good thing I'm not allergic to pollen, but I am rather annoyed by this sort of thing. Are there any uses for these plants? I'm not much of a botanist, but if there's an advantage to be gained from this mess...
[That annoyance is quite clear. As another vine tendril makes its way up the wall and makes to creep over to her shoulder, Susan Glares at it (yes, a capitalized Glare), and it seems to wither and shrink back from her.]
How tiresome.