[action;; vitalia]
[This bullshit with the flowers has gone on long enough. Not only did they smell horrendous, they were also crawling into her bed. That was just not acceptable, and while Reno was of the firm opinion that Miss Vitalia was nothing but a freak--(Not that Rude disagreed)--her little side-hobby made her the most viable resource in the place right now.
So Rude heads down to the lake to suss Fishy out.]
[video/action]
[The mirror comes to life to show Rude on her knees in the dirt. Sounds like a party, right ladies? She doesn't think so. She's looking more mussed than she'd strictly care for, but she's working right now, jacket off and shirt sleeves rolled up, a bandana tied over her nose and mouth, a pair of black gloves on her hands.]
Fuck.
[She's grumbling to herself as she reaches out to grab one of those carnations, starts to rip it up. She's a well-muscled woman and she's obviously working at it.]
Gardening. Gardening is not in my goddamn job description.
[[ooc; First part is closed! Second part is open, to both vine replies and action.]]