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[faezel]

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day 5 morning

[timetechs]

check outside your door

[ There is a small, cobbled-together UV light hydroponics garden waiting for her outside. ]

[faezel]

Good morning Dave!
I'll be there in a moment!

[ she opens the door in her night clothes and gasps at this little garden?! what is this!?! ]

[timetechs]

[ There's no response, he's left the little garden and vanished. But there's a handwritten note explaining how to use the hydroponics system — all it needs is for Hazel to pour in water, turn on the light, and start growing flowers. ]

[faezel]

[ WHAT THE HECK!!!!!! ]

Dave!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is this?!?!??!
It's soooooooooooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuteeee!!!!!!!!!!!!

day 7 late afternoon to evening

[fallingleaf]

[ he'll lead the way to the pool, though as soon as they're away from everyone, he slows a bit to look her over thoughtfully ]

Hazel, is everything alright...?

[faezel]

Of course. Why would you ask?

[fallingleaf]

... You seem very concerned suddenly, and while I appreciate it... I don't entirely understand why.

[ he says simply, thoughtful ]

I thought I would at least ask.

[faezel]

[ sigh. ]

I meant what I said about you being young and inexperienced. How I want to look out for you and teach you what I can. But your intuition is correct - there is something on top of this.

I ... ran into Ruby's brother in the pool. I learned some things, which has amplified my concern and care of you. In regards to that entire situation.

day 9 late afternoon

[fallingleaf]

[ he is following the scent to find Hazel-- he wants to check on her? ]

[faezel]

[ her scent is the faintest it's ever been, but he will be able to locate her ... in the gym, of all places! in her pony form, on a treadmill, so focused on her run that she doesn't notice him enter the room. ]

[fallingleaf]

Hazel...?

Ah... If I'm interrupting, we can chat later.

[faezel]

[ --oh! she can hear kazuha! ]

One moment! [ she presses the stop button on the treadmill and walks until it halts. then, she looks back over her shoulder, transforming into a human soon after. ]

Hi. Sorry, Kazuha. Were you wanting to use the treadmill? [ girl there are several free ones LMAOOOO ]

morning, now in the right spot

[starcinoma]

[ it's six thirty in the goddamn morning, the sun is just rising on the beach, and stelle is busy taking a good five and a half minutes just to get a message in sendable order. ]

hazel

can u cime to room

lock is brojen

1/?

[faezel]

[ what an ominous text to receive this early?? she arrives, and knocks. ]

Stelle? Are you in he--

2/?

[faezel]

[ WH-- ]








STELLE-?!

3/?

[faezel]

[ RUSHING IN ]

STELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO YOU!?

4/?

[faezel]

WHY ARE YOU A CANTERWIT?! HAVE YOU BEEN ONE THIS WHOLE TIME?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!

5/?

[faezel]

[ HAZEL PLEASE USE YOUR INSIDE VOICE IT IS SIX IN THE MORNING ]

Stelle! Stelle! Stelle! Stelle! [ BOUNCING, HYPERVENTILATING ]

6/done jhSKDJHF

[faezel]

You're--! [ sniffing her! ] Star flowers! Of course! But this doesn't--!? How! Why! What made this happen?!

I LOVE HER

[starcinoma]

[ stelle waits patiently throughout that entire explosion. shockingly patiently, even, considering horses aren't supposed to sit like that. her eyes watch hazel the whole while as she flits around and gets close and distances in rapid alternation; her ears patiently turn and listen, only flinching down a little when hazel gets too loud.

and finally, when hazel leans in close and asks her question, stelle resolutely says: ]

I asked the front desk to do it. [ a beat. ] Surprise...?

1/this keeps happening

[faezel]

THE--

day 17

[starcinoma]

[ everything feels... different. sensitive. her skin feels like it's burning and the air around her feels overbearingly cold. she can smell spring, sitting it one place, and she can smell- something else? something she can't quite identify. she needs to find flowers. she needs to do something.

she manages to survive her errands. she buys a few things at the front desk; she takes a look at the library. it's only on her way back to her room that she smells it-
as she passes by room 308, as the scent of roses fills every one of her senses-


she jiggles at the handle. frowns - it's locked. knocks. she needs to get inside. what she's been looking for... it's right inside. ]

[faezel]

[ The lack of time within this dream is disorienting for a flower fairy like herself, because the life of a flower fairy revolves around the seasons. The sudden onset of symptoms reminiscent of her heat cycle caught Hazel swiftly off guard - followed by her resorting to the one thing that she does every single time she enters her heat cycle: Isolation.

In heat, the pollen on her flowers is stronger. Much stronger. It's a type of pollen inspiring anyone who smells it to be overwhelmed with the desire to mate with her. This may be a sex hotel (and in some ways, a bit of a free-for-all), but she has her own issues with consent and people feeling obliged to sleep with her, rather than wanting to.

She figured she'd stay put until this ends. Suffer through the symptoms, all on her own, as she is used to. But then ... she hears a knock on the door and her stomach twists into knots of excitement and anxiety when she recognises the scent of the person on the other side. ]

...

[ Is Stelle going through the same thing right now...? If that poignant floral smell is anything to go off, Hazel can only assume so. The fairy woman approaches the door wearing a night dress before pulling it open slightly ajar, peering out with bright olive green eyes through the gap in the door, unwittingly sending a flood of her own pollen into the air that Stelle breathes. ]

Stelle...? A-Are you okay?

[starcinoma]

Hazel...?

[ that's right. this is hazel's room, isn't it? she breathes in deep-

deep-

deep, audibly trembling as she exhales. what a wonderful, wonderful scent. hazel's... in bloom. how lovely. maybe she can see...? ]

I don't know. [ she sounds... distracted. not all there. confused, almost. ] Can I see you? I... I want to see you.

[ that's right. she wants to see hazel right now, more than anything. ]

~TIME FOR VISITORS~

[starcinoma]

[ how long has it been since she came into this beautiful room? how long has it been since her thoughts fled to make room for spring? she can't even tell anymore. time doesn't mean a thing, here in this lovely shared dream of theirs. the past hour is a blur of lovemaking and fucking and perfect, perfect fitting against one another and inside one another.

it's about two hours into the day that stelle finally manages to fire a message to the astral express off. and from her position atop hazel, she just... lies there, waiting for her two best friends. ]