[IC - Mehitabel Test Drive]

[keepingtabs]

[You've received an invitation to an elegant soiree, and when you arrive you find yourself dressed in fine clothes that look like what you'd wear to a grand performance at a theatre. Chamber music echoes around the venue--a grand ballroom, with candles and floating, glowing orbs glittering about to give the scene a golden glow. There's a woman nearby dressed like so who is giving you a friendly smile, especially if you look like a fish out of water. Perhaps you can talk to her to gain some footing? Or just find out what the event is for.]

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[jarredforlife]

[that seems very plausible. he brought flowers because he was told that's what people do at this sort of thing, and that is as far as his knowledge goes.

he ambles over, still holding his precious flowers carefully, getting in the bouquet-giving line. crowd. wherever the givers of bouquets seem to be standing. and waits for his turn.]

[keepingtabs]

Honestly, at this point I should have brought a wagon. Thank you, darling, they're beautiful.

[jarredforlife]

It seemed like the thing to do. Maybe your adoring public can help carry them home.

[keepingtabs]

Does that include yourself?

[jarredforlife]

[eyes the flower pile dubiously]

Sure...? I wouldn't want to wreck any, though...

[keepingtabs]

What makes you say that, darling?

[jarredforlife]

Flowers are pretty delicate? They're your gifts. I don't really do...flower things. Real flowers, anyway.

[keepingtabs]

[if he'll let her, she'll take the flowers from him and slide her hand into his]

Here, hold this for me?

[jarredforlife]

[he lets her do that, but freezes up with when her hand slides into his]

...Okay???

[he does not seem to know what to do with a pretty lady's hand in his hand]