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Following the chaos at the Botanical Gardens, Destiny City Media went scrambling for info for the story. They were quickly met by road blocks from the Garden officials and zero answers from the research lab. That meant they turned to the guest list!

They're looking for interviews, pictures, anything they can get their hands on! Are you interested in sharing your story? Those who were at the Fall Festival as well may question if they don't have a script for events like this now. Your character has been invited to answer a few basic questions--where were they when the plants attacked, what happened, and how do they feel about the safety of Destiny City now after two holiday related events? Your character can give an interview for any media they want. Or, maybe, you are the one conducting the interview!

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Quinn was lucky to some extent when it came to the hounding of the press. His name hadn't been leaked, his parents name were. Someone smart had gotten their hands on the guest list and went looking for interviews. His parents were one of them. They said ‘no comment’ when asked but Quinn didn't have that luxury since he had been cornered by his folks. They wanted to know exactly what happened and he couldn't get away with ‘no comment’ like they did.

He honestly didn't know what to tell them. How do you tell your parents that you fought animated plants. That the myriad
of cuts and bruises on your arms and legs were from fighting off demon poinsettias? Of course if he told them the truth that might make them look into the other times he had gotten hurt in mysterious fashion. But if he lied and they found out? His a** would be grass. He had gotten a slight reprieve when half the intern workforce at his current job got sick and those who were left were worked to the bone but even that was temporary. Soon he found himself between a rock and a hard place, sitting in a chair in his parents living room with both of them sitting across from him. Man, he couldn’t feel guilter at that moment then if he was standing in front of a full court of people professing his innocence to a heinous crime.

“What happened?” It was a simple question posed in his mother’s measured tone. A tone Quinn knew well. It was a tone that meant she wouldn't stand for any bull s**t and she was expecting it so just skip the crap and tell the truth. It didn't take a raises voice or a look but Quinn knew, just as he knew his own name, that a lie here would be spotted.

“I don't know.” Truth. Quinn didn't know. He didn't have any clue what the hell had happened that night. Why those plants came alive and started to attack. There had been no visible negaverse interference but that didn't mean that there hadn't been.

“Just tell us what you do know son.” His father this time. Concern evident in his posture and tone but he too gave off the ‘no bull s**t’ vibe that his mother had. He would have to tell them the truth or at least some version of it while dancing a very fine line because he really didn’t want them to question anything else.

Taking a breath, and a moment to get his story straight, Quinn nodded and started. “I went like you asked me too. Got off work and went there pretty much right away so I didn’t even have to change, just got rid of the tie.” He hated ties, still couldn’t stand them even if they were required at his current job. Apparently even working as a lowly intern he could be seen by potential customers and so formal work attire was necessary. No one had noticed yet that Quinn’s suits were a step above the typical, except the one guy but he bought Quinn’s excuse of second hand and a ******** tailor. “I was wondering around, looking at all the plants. I actually think I could use some of the designs and fluid feel of the flowers into my final project-” He was cut off by a soft cough from his father. Apparently neither of his folks wanted Quinn going on a tangent right then.

“Oh, um,” It took him a moment to mentally get back on track, “I was going to get a closer look at the poinsettias, the one the whole thing was for… ‘The Winter Star’ I think they called it but well I found a pair of glasses on the floor.” Still all truth. “I couldn’t just leave them there to get stepped on so I ended up finding the owners who actually happened to be with someone I knew, so we started to talk.” Here is where it got tricky since Quinn started to weave lies into the truth. That last little bit about them talking, complete lie. He had a feeling Mercy would have yelled at him, if anything, if the damn plants had not started their attack. “The next thing I know people started to scream and freak out.” Truth. “So I tried to get myself and my friends out.” Truth-ish. “It was a serious madhouse.” Truth. “I tripped, or maybe I was pushed, I honestly don't know.” Lie. “There were these plants everywhere. The leaves were sharp and hurt and I did my best to keep from getting cut.” Truth… ish. “Next thing I know there was a bright light and everything just, stopped. People were hurt, some were freaking out big time, and well it just kind of blurs into a bunch of noise and color and time.” A mix of lie and truth. “I really have no idea how I got home.” Truth. “I guess I must have drove since the car was there.” That was the part that really worried Quinn since he really didn’t remember driving home, it was likely from the adrenaline crash from the fight but still. “The rest you know.”

It had been mostly truth with very little lie tossed in and yet it was still vague enough that his parents could fill in the blanks with their own information. It would make sense for Quinn not to really remember much after all it had been a ‘traumatic experience’ and as such he just missed things. He tried to sit there looking as honest as possible, trying to show that he had nothing to hide even though he did, he had a seriously big secret to hide but luckily it seemed like that particular secret wouldn’t be forced into the light that day when his mother sighed and came to sit on the arm of his chair, giving him a half hug. “I’m glad your ok sweetie. I understand that you wouldn’t remember anything but anything you can tell us would go a long way in understanding what happened and why.”

With a shake of his head Quinn sadly answered, “I’m sorry mom. I really don’t know what happened. I honestly would rather just forget about it and never see another poinsettia again.”

His father chuckled softly and nodded, “I can understand that. Come on you two, let's get some dinner. School is nearly over for this semester right Quinn?” The large man, the person Quinn got most of his looks from, stood and soon the three of them headed for the dining room chatting about school and holiday plains even as Quinn mentally breathed a sigh of relief. That had gone easer then he had expected. What he didn’t know was that his folks had already gotten a general run down of the events from a friend, they just wanted to hear Quinn’s story, after all it was pretty hard to believe plants coming to life and attacking. He also didn’t know that his parents were already suspecting his true secret. There were just too many coincidences and injuries not to suspect something. In this city? It was pretty hard not to.