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All Inclusive Mods ([personal profile] concierge) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2015-02-14 11:29 am

Valentine Delivery Service

Throughout the day on the 14th, the Nexus staff deliver single roses and accompanying notes to designated hotel guests in celebration of the Valentine's Day holiday. For some, the gesture will be a foregone conclusion; for others, it will be a surprise. For some, they might only guess at who sent them the gift in the first place.


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Re: To: Tony Stark, From: Natasha Romanoff | Rose: Green

[personal profile] iron_y 2015-02-24 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
In return, a large orchid in a pot is delivered to Natasha several days later, with a note attached:

And I really do believe you. I just want you to know that I didn't even have to know Latin to figure out what you said.

But the real question is: how do you even keep track of what day it is when you're living in the hotel that messes with time and space?
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Re: To: Victor Frankenstein, From: An Admirer | Rose: Orange

[personal profile] ourselvesalone 2015-02-14 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Live things are not something Victor is accustomed to. Finding an orange rose with his name attached and citing a secret admirer is both strange and worrisome. Were it not for his intimate knowledge with the meaning of roses, he might worry that his Creature had somehow found his way into this strange place and then, would he ever have escape?

It is this chill that keeps Victor's pallor as white as it is, clutching the rose tightly in his hands as he numbly wanders away from the door and wonders if his admirer wishes him more harm than joy. He double-locks his doors, just to be safe, just to be sure.
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Re: To: Miss Vanessa Ives, From: Anonymous | Rose: Blue

[personal profile] namesgiven 2015-02-15 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Valentine's Day had never been one that Vanessa had given much notice to. It was a curiosity, perhaps, that such a holiday was associated with a saint. The roots of which were distant now, obviously. The hotel had geared up for the holiday, and while Vanessa had noticed the rise of pink and red, she hadn't paid much attention.

She was surprised at the appearance of the blue rose. She turned it over a few times, as if it would magically reveal who it had been sent from. But there was no note, no indication as to who had thought to sent her such an odd-looking flower. (She was reminded, too keenly, of being inside the greenhouse, discussing poisonous flowers.) This one obviously wasn't poisonous, but she was at a loss as to what to do with it.

She held it for a few moments later, and then delicately snipped the stem and dropped it into the vase beside the white rose that had come from Effie.

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