[Open] A poisonous feast

[foggydetective]

Characters: Tohru Adachi [The Evil Queen (Snow White)] & everyone / anyone
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.

Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.

The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.

Comments

[forachange]

Wembley had heard of Naomi from others, maybe even seen her in passing here and there - but he'd never interacted with her until he heard about her working on an antidote to the illness. He had the greenhouse now, after all, and could offer herbs and such from that to help with find a cure.

Fraggles don't have the best notion of personal space or property, so Wembley doesn't make his presence known with the latest delivery of ingredients, just heads in. Fortunately - perhaps - Wembley is also the noisy sort who mumbles and sings to himself as he moves around, even in this dire situation. So at least the odds of him startling Naomi are reduced.

Whether she knows he's there straightaway or not, he eventually tugs on her sleeve to get her attention, his other hand clutching a satchel filled with plants.

[chatwithdeath]

It's a bit before Naomi does realize Wembley's presence and that's mainly due to the quiet usually kept in her apothecary. So for there to be singing has her raising an eyebrow and glancing around to notice him moving around, but she's not going to immediately ask. She might be preoccupied with brewing, but she was still a shop selling various other potions and remedies.

When the tug does happen, he gets that second notice.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

[forachange]

Wembley nods in response, and holds up the satchel towards Naomi.

"Hi. Um, we haven't met yet, but I've heard that you're good at healing, and working on the antidote for how everyone's getting sick, so- Well, I have a greenhouse and I thought I'd bring what I've grown so far, if it might help. It hasn't been up for very long. The greenhouse, I mean."

He sighs, his tail starting to tick back and forth in a nervous, erratic way. "I hope that's okay...?"

[chatwithdeath]

"Oh..."

Huh, this was... different. Most of her supplies she'd often gathered on her own, paid for, or brought up people's tabs to possibly twist their arm into getting for her. So, for Wembley to just be offering, that surprises her.

"That's fine. In fact, I already see a few in your satchel that might be what I've been missing."

[forachange]

He breathes out in relief when she says that, smiling some. "Well, you can take all of this, and I can keep bringing more of anything you need," he assures her. "I'm just glad I can help."

[chatwithdeath]

“A little will go a long way really. Still, if you could part with a few more sprigs, I should be able to brew enough to counter future cases.”

Fortunate that her essence was so proficient at this process.

[forachange]

Wembley grinned, nodding. "Yeah, of course! Which ones do you need more of...?"