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Writ has gotten only two messages from Persy since this game started, one was a piece of paper, the other one was a spirit. Both of them said to go to Seasons, NOW.

Always wanting an excuse to go back into Middling, Writ didn't refuse. He looked up at the looming clouds in the sky. Instinctivly, he sniffed the air. It was about to rain. Gods, this bad omen just keeps following him around, doesn't it? He better make amends with Crow soon, or this would be a regular thing.

Little did he know of the real storm that was brewing up above.

The storefronts that sprawled the sidewalks began to retreat, outdoor cafes starting noisily dragging their metal tables and chairs as they squealed against cement. It seemed that all of Middling was retreating into their refuges of bricks and glass. The hustle and bustle was not new to Writ, when it looked like it was gonna rain, both customers and shopowners didn't take any chances.

Writ ran through the emptying streets, he didn't want anyone that wasn't in the game to know he had grown, and it was likely someone would recgonize him, disguise or not. So that left only one place of solace.

Seasons.

He had to go anyway, so why not? Persy would be happy to know that Coyote's been quiet lately, who was probably getting busy with his Ex. Now that he thought of it, he had information, and questions to trade for said info.

He sprinted down the street where the florist's shop was, the vine-wrapped pillars in sight.

"Hm?" Writ looked behind him, and then down. There was Jubs, again. Geez, this kid had some sort of ninja god or something on his side, every time he's met him, he always seemed to get behind him. Wierd.

"You did too?" Writ let out a breath of relief, "Phew, then it's not just me."

He opened the door and looked around, there wasn't any sign of the ill-tempered florist. That was strange.

"Helloooo?" Writ called out, "Anyone here?"

So he had. Well, at least Jubs wasn't alone. He followed Writ into the store, not noticing Seth in the darkness.

"Hello? Miss Persy?" She was probably ther only person in the world he'd formally address. He hoped she had gotten the bracelet he'd stolen gotten for her.

He looked around the room, careful not to touch any of her plants.

Seth nearly nodded off as he stood at the corner in the rain. In his partly dazed and sleep deprived state he ran through his options. Most of which involved leaving this very instant, and only a few of which involved going inside the flower shop. Argh, he was to tired, he’d have to go in, it was only slightly better than passing out on the street.

He walked up to the door, to peer into the dark entrance, he could only just make out the figures of Jubs and Writ as they had just entered. He pulled his hood up over his head before stepping to the entrance and leaning against the door frame.

“I…can’t keep this up”

The door squeaked open, and Writ turned around to see Seth's familiar face. It wasn't even a second until Jubs was on him.

"HEY!"

Writ nearly jumped to reach the attacking kid, and even with that effort, the tall one barely got a firm grip of Jubs' shirt collar before hurling him back into his arms.

"Things are a little weird." Writ grunted and turned away from Seth, holding Jubs with both arms around him in an unbreakable hug of restraint, "But that doesn't mean that we can beat up one another in neutral territory!"

He turned around, looking a little strained as he tried to keep Jubs from beating the crap out of Seth.

"Hey Seth."

Writ tried waving to the newcomer with his hands full, but only succeeded in giving him a proper finger waggle. Not bad considering he had a hellbent godling around his arms.

With a strangled "Huurk", Jubs was pulled off his feet, his pipe clattering on the floor. Caught in a strong bearhug by someone nearly twice his height, he could only struggle vainly. "Lemme go!"

At the mention of neutral ground, he slowly stopped struggling. He forgotten that part about Seasons as soon as he saw Seth. "Fine, I won't attack him. Now lemme go."
Once let go, he studiously ignored Seth and retrieved his bag of items. "So what are we suppos..." He was cut off by a huge clash of thunder, followed by another, even louder. It looked like the storm was beginning in ernest.

At least Seth to rest a little easier now that Jubs had agreed to not attack him, nut it really didn’t trust his word anyway. Writ could take care if anything happened, at least he hoped he would.

“Something wanted me to come here…who would it be?” he replied in his muttered tone again, still stumped over the counter, which for now was the only thing between him and collapsing on the floor.

He groaned again as Writ poked him and he smooched over a little, just to get out of his immediate reach. “I could use rest right now…but if no ones here I guess it won’t matter” He eyes started to close again, if there was no reason to stay awake, then he could sleep….right?

Writ watched lightning crackle in the distance. He counted only one second before the thunder came after. Looks like they were going to get the worse of the storm.

So he was in the Green lady's flowershop without said Green lady, stuck inside by a huge storm about to erupt with two kids who would beat one another if it weren't for the fact that they were in here.

This was going to be a bad day, wasn't it?

"I wonder who else she called..."

Writ leaned on the counter next to Seth, looking out the window for more lightning.