[Neil is lounging on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, lazily smoking a cigarette. He has a number of plastic containers on the floor around him with... things sticking out of them. Green things. With colours on the end of them.


Oh. Flowers. Right.]




So, someone has sent me primrose. Anyone gonna to confess?

I'm not gonna quote Shakespeare or anything, but if anyone would like a message from me, I have a new way to tell you stuff. I'm ready.


[ooc: If anyone wants to have sent Neil primrose - which is 'young love' - go for it. Several could 'confess' or no one could confess. I just threw it in there on an impulse. :)]

[Around Lockdown's personal quarters are a variety of flowers. Basil, hop, and and lavender among them.]

Dunno what this is all about, but don't expect 'em to last long. If ya' wanted to sent me somethin' I could always use more sheet metal and bolts. Also, I don't take plants as payment.