[open] Frantic Valentine's Day activities

[hustru]

Who: Siiri, Floweregg and you!
What: So the Dians gave Floweregg the idea to fake a Valentine's day card from Åsa to Siiri. Siiri, good at appropriate reactions as she is, takes Arnold up on his offer to help her out if she needs it and gets an engagement ring, then runs around city to gather flowers and whatever else might be necessary for a proposal, and in the evening finally proposes to Åsa.
Where: Locke City, Christmas Island
When: 14th of February
Warnings: Disproportionate reactions.

I. →Arnold Benedict

Siiri will wait outside the appointed train station only half an hour after the phone call, waiting for Arnold. She's wearing a coat and a bag with a tiny moomin hanging off it, looking as always except for the air of urgency and nervous anticipation about her.



II. OTA for both Siiri and Floweregg - also open to Doppels!

All day round, Siiri will be running around Locke, Floweregg on her heels, to gather things like flowers and maybe a card, ingredients for a very nice dinner and a travel guide for Christmas Island which she will devour in a seat in the mall just outside the bookstore, trying to find the nicest place on the island for a proposal.

Approach her while she stares in despair at the vegetable display in the supermarket or frantically tries to find the travel guide or the nicest flowers at a store (etc etc) - or while she carries home a way too large load of groceries with a little dog running around her legs-, or be approached by a bored dog that sneaks around the area while Siiri is preoccupied elsewhere?


III. →Åsa Oxenstierna

Around noon, Siiri sent Åsa a text to please be ready to be picked up at 8pm and pack her swimming suit, she has something to show her... and no moment later than 8pm, Siiri is on Åsa's doorstep, a large backpack slung over her shoulder.

Comments

[vaimo]

Well, it was just as well she had nothing else planned for the evening except for curling up on the sofa with a dvd and maybe some chocolate! Although, if she's being quite honest with herself Åsa would admit that she'd drop any plans for the chance to go out with Siiri (and on valentines day no less! But you can have friends dates, right? That's what they've been doing up until, why would one day of the year change that?)

It doesn't stop her from spending the next 8 hours faffing, though. What should she wear? Where are they going? Does her swimming costume make her look fat? If they're going swimming she can't wear too much makeup - not that that doesn't stop her applying, removing, and then reapplying a couple of times to try and get the right amount.

By 8 she's just about ready, and when the doorbell goes she just needs to throw the last few things in her bag. "Almost ready, hang on!" She shoves a last few things in, then runs to open the door, smiling brightly at Siiri as she leans in to hug her and kiss her cheek. "Sorry, I won't be too long. Come in?" And then she's gone again in a whirlwind of last minute preparations, leaving the door open for Siiri to step in out of the doorway at least.

[hustru]

Siiri turns bright red at the kiss, and after a long moment of just wrapping an arm around Åsa and staring at her she leans down to return the gesture, only on Åsa's forehead because that is simpler with their height difference and - and can she kiss her on the lips? No. No. Proposal first, after she may, hopefully.

She'll look after the smaller woman when she leaves again and steps inside, remaining by the door but closing it behind her to not let the cold air in too much. It is good that Danielle is there - Floweregg will have a nice evening in company and she'll know that she'll be looked after. So all her thoughts can be on this evening - morning, where she's planning on taking the other woman.

"We'll not return before midnight." Just so Åsa can figure that in. After all there is a waiting time with the teleporter...

[vaimo]

It's a bit of a mess - more of a mess than Åsa would normally let Siiri see on a planned visit - but Åsa has been trying to tidy as she goes. Her room has the worst of it anyway, and after nipping in to grab her bag (and then returning for her lipgloss) she firmly shuts the door to save Siiri from seeing the clothes that she's strewn everywhere.

"Where are we going?" She asks as she drags her bag to the table so she can transfer her purse in from her handbag and then start hunting around for her keys.

[hustru]

The mess is adorable, Siiri thinks, as adorable as Åsa, and she tries to not look around too much. After all, most people are embarassed by the messes that they make.

"Christmas Island." So they'll have to get to the teleporter, and once they are there... she's studied google maps and her guide intently and hopes that she'll find the place that she picked. Not too far off, but it is supposed to be nearly empty in the morning.

[vaimo]

"Oh! What time is it over there? It's summer too, isn't it? Maybe I don't need my coat." Åsa pauses in hunting for her keys, going over all her decisions and double thinking them. But she'll need a cost to get to the teleporter, won't she, and she can just shed a few layers once they arrive. Hopefully that'll be okay.

She still needs her keys anyway, and she finds them on the table in the hall, then fetches her shoes. They're already late, Siiri doesn't want to wait for her to get changed as well. She'll just have to make do. Oh - and it's not even Valentine's Day any more over there is it? Unless they're on the other side of the line, she can't quite remember, but she's sure they're one of the early time zones. Not that Valentine's Day means anything! She's just going out with Siiri after all!

"Okay, I'm ready!"

[hustru]

There is a nod and then Siiri holds out her hand for Åsa to take it, a blush high on her cheeks. After all this will be a very important evening.

And it is really, really good that Åsa doesn't voice her thoughts about it not being Valentine's in Australia anymore because if she did that Siiri might get shocked into a panic for not having thought about that. Because as it is, she... simply thinks in what is Valentine's in Locke.

[vaimo]

Well, it's Valentines on their time zone? And anyway, it's the thought that counts.

Åsa pulls her shoes on, hopping for a moment as she balances, before she gives in and leans against the wall with the hand that she has the keys in. With that support she can zip up her ankle boots (with just a bit of a heel - enough that she doesn't feel as short next to Siiri, but short enough that she won't trip up over them) and then come over to Siiri and take her hand, leading her outside so she can lock up. "Is there something special going on over there?" She asks as she locks up, and then turns to Siiri, letting her lead the way.

[hustru]

Siiri follows, and offers her arm to the other woman as soon as she is done with the lock, leading her to the train station and all the way to the teleporter location in Locke (in time).

"It's warm." She wouldn't know of any special events there, but really - right now, a warm and pleasant place sounds like a good place to be. Escaping the winter for a bit is always nice.

Yes, Siiri, concentrate on that part. Concentrating hard on that part.

Skip to the teleporter?

[vaimo]

That seems as good a reason as any. The winter hasn't been as long and dark as the ones that she remembers from home (and the winters that Siiri is used to must be even worse) but the chance to escape is still an attractive one. "Better than sitting at home on the sofa and eating ice cream!" Åsa laughs, admitting her previous plans for the evening. There might have been some vodka involved as well, but no need to make her night in sound more pathetic than it already does.

[hustru]

"We can buy ice cream there." In addition to the things that she has already packed ...that is, if they take American dollars there, or euroes... that is a good question. They can try? At least this means that apparently nobody else invited Åsa, which is quite lucky, considering how cute the other woman is. Even with the card that she sent her... Well, okay, it's unlikely that she would send one person a card that basically reads "I love you but I'm not sure how to tell you" and then go on a date with another person. But still. Siiri feels very lucky.

While they travel to the teleporter she will gradually move from having Åsa's hand on her arm to having it in her hand to wrapping the arm around the other woman, resting lightly on her waist, whenever they have to stand and wait for the bus or train. She'll go through the teleporter first and wait on the other side, already being busy pulling a big plastic bag out of her backpack when Åsa steps out after her. They'll have to put their winter clothing somewhere, after all.

[vaimo]

"It won't do my waistline any harm to go swimming rather than eat ice cream!" Åsa laughs, leaning into Siiri closely. She's being more touchy than normal, but Åsa can't really complain about that. It's nice to have an arm around her, to be able to lean into Siiri without feeling that she's imposing or getting in the way. Siiri's warm and she smells nice, and Åsa struggles to keep down a blush as she chatters away through the journey.

As she steps out of the teleporter, she's already starting to undo her scarf and coat, stepping out of the way and looking around. She's not been to the island yet! Although her first impressions are mainly of the heat. "What's the bag for?" She asks, when she notices it.

[hustru]

"Clothes." And Siiri demonstrates it promptly by taking off her own coat, folding it and putting it into the back, and then her thick sweater. She has a second bag as well into which her boots go, as well as her socks, replaced by flip-flops, a smaller pair of which she holds up for Åsa to take and put on. They can't fully change this close to town, but it'll at least be something.

[vaimo]

"Oh, thank you!" At least one of them thought ahead. Åsa folds up her coat quickly, swapping it for the flip flops, which she puts on the ground for now while she slips out of her jacket and rolls her sleeves up. After a moment's hesitation she takes her beret off as well and hands that over. It's much too hot, even for something like that.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to take my tights off as well." She decides. Just as well she shaved her legs so she could wear her swimming costume! Not that her balance has improved since they left home, although this time she ends up holding onto Siiri as she takes her shoes off and then rolls her tights off. So much for any dignity.

When it's done, though, she takes the bag herself to slip them in and then slips into the flip flops. "That's better! I'm glad I wore a skirt now." Not that she doesn't normally.

1~

[bythewaves]

"Siiri! Over here!"

'Here' being the nice black limo with Arnold waving cheerfully at her and one long-suffering driver inside.

"Come on, let's go!" He'll even open the door for her because he is a gentleman, and Mother raised him right.

[hustru]

She'll just

stare. This was... not what she expected (but then, he talked about a heli last time, it's not all that strange that he would have a limo too). She comes over after a long moment and very awkwardly gets into the car.

"Thanks."

Is that how you're supposed to react in situations like this?

[bythewaves]

"No worries!" Arnold is practically bouncing. "So romantic, are you going to propose? On Valentines Day, yeah? You've got the right idea!"

"Jeeves, you know where to go"

"Very good sir." A long suffering sigh.

[hustru]

She only belatedly realized that she should fasten her seatbelt and then nods mutely. Yes, propose. On Valentine's Day - it seems to be right, even if it is at a very short notice now. At least she's already made plans in her head for an occasion that she started to consider more and more fictional over the years...

"Where are we going?"

[bythewaves]

"Why, where else! There is only one place to buy an engagement ring, after all!" Arnold grins at her. "Tiffany's, of course!"

[hustru]

That... stuns her into silence. She is pretty sure that that is very high-end. Far too high-end for her to even have looked into their window or dreamt about proposing with one of their rings because really. That is money that she doesn't have no and will never have.

She only shakes her head, a sharp, definite motion. No. She will be in debt to him forever if she borrows that kind of money from him, or at the very least for the next ten, fifteen years.

[bythewaves]

"Pish posh" Arnold waves at her. "If this is about the price, trust me, its fine! You helped me out yeah? My turn to do a good deed. And this is True Love! You need the very best. Don't worry about the cost, yeah?"

[hustru]

Is he offering to pay for the ring - no, that can't be. She's not even sure if she would want to allow it (but then, she really needs one, doesn't she?). If it isn't true, though, it is a definite no.

"I could never pay you back." It's an impossibility, so she will have to worry about the cost.

[bythewaves]

"Psh" Arnold waves her off again, even as the Limo pulls smoothly up outside a shopfront. "There's no need for that. This is for your special day, yeah? Don't worry about it."

[hustru]

She wants to protest, but can't find the words - after all she did ask for help. Just not for this kind of help - she had hoped for a few hundred dollars perhaps to buy the rings, maybe a bit of help with picking them out because she knows that her taste in such things can be ...odd, at times, to others, and she wants the rings to be as perfect as Åsa.

So she will get out of the limo when it stops and just stand on the sidewalk, a bit lost.

[bythewaves]

Arnold hops out and gives instructions to his driver to "Find a spot to park, yeah? I'll call you when we're done."

"Very good sir"

And then he turns to Siiri and grins, offering her his arm. "Shall we go?"

[hustru]

She takes the arm, too unsure of how to proceed from here to do anything but freeze or follow, and so she does a mix of both, staring - rather glaring, because her face just does that - at everything, the store and Arnold and the clerk that comes rushing towards them when they enter.

The whole place feels expensive, uncomfortably so.]