But I have a name Rebels (not Rebellion, not personal enough), a plot, I have characters and I have flora-jutsu: the use of flowers in a combat situation.
I know, sounds silly, but that's deliberate; in fact it's far from silly in context. An amateur botanist from 1911 will use every weapon she has to hand, especially when she's in a long dress and a corset, faced with a character reminiscent of Dredger from the recent Sherlock Holmes.
It was all the Teacher's fault. I was picking her brains about what a well-brought-up young girl suddenly finding herself in impecunious circumstances could do. "She could work as a florist", says the Teacher. "Like Eliza."
You see, it wasn't my fault.
What's on the turntable? "Don't Go" by Yes from "Magnification"
What's on the turntable? "Don't Go" by Yes from "Magnification"
3 comments:
Ikebana-do, surely?
IIRC, Eliza wasn't really a florist - that would have been out of her league. She was a flowerseller. Different!
(Sorry if this is a double post - I tried before, complete with witty comment of the day about the word verification, but it seemed to get eaten...)
Ah but, later in the story, it states that all Eliza is good for, once she's had the revamp, is a job in a florist.
Fisticuffs at dawn, young lady.
(Ikebana-do is all very well but everyone would have to look it up ... like I did.)
But... I was thinking about the beginning of the play, not later (since I assumed you were talking about the beginning of your project.)
As for ikebana... would you prefer it if I underestimated you? It could be arranged.
*blows raspberry*
Liz
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