Do what White Rabbit said. Picking one of the flowers could be bad.

Pag clam.

Point of order regarding battle: the Alien Demon Vampires are not Sam, therefore the Unload Mana charm should have failed as it says "Lets Sam cast any number of spells in his turn". {/nitpicking}

Is the fountain working?

@Ae: The people have spoken. Picking flowers is far to dangerous of an activity for someone like Uberbob.

The vine-covered walkway encircled the edges of the garden and stretched down each row of plants. It's only purpose was to make moving around the garden easier.
I strolled up to the fountain and examined it. It featured the carved figure of a cherub spitting water into a basin below. I never understood the appeal of such fountains; when you stop and think about it, they're pretty darn disgusting.
The flowers below the fountain were much more interesting. Each one had four petals, and each petal was labeled with a letter: N, E, W, and S. Noteable, they all seemed to be in the exact same position, with their N petals all pointing Northward. I wondered exactly what their purpose was.

Pick a flower, see what happens.

Maybe these are magical compass flowers

I reached down and picked one of the flowers. Nothing happened. I turned the flower in my hand to examine it. Even when the rest of the plant moved, the petals remained in a fixed position, as if they were bound by some unseen force. I realized that the four petals seemed to correspond with the four cardinal directions, as they refused to point in any other way.

Inventory

Bite one of the petals off

Awesome.

Look around. I want to see if there's anything else of intrest before we go.

Look at the herbs. Try to pick some of them too.

I had the sudden urge to bite off one of the petals, but I got carried away and ended up eatting the whole flower. Considering how long it had been since the last time I'd eaten, it seemed like a good decision.
I looked around the garden a bit more. There were no other flowers to be found; in fact, all the other plants were herbs commonly associated with healing.
"Don't touch those," Araches warned as I knelt down beside a bed of St. John's wort. "They're all poisoned. Every herb in this place is."
"How can you tell?" Fawriel inquired.
"It's the same spell I always use," Araches explained. "Poison. I can sense it all around us. There's something seriously strange about this garden..."
"I think you're just being paranoid," said Shuriken. "Ever since you heard there were mages about you've been on edge."
"I'm NOT paranoid!" Araches insisted. "I'm a very powerful sorceress, mind you, and my skills stretch far beyond that which your mortal senses can comprehend!"
Fooruman stood up in his canoe and stretched his arms to the sky. "BY THE POWER OF-"
"SHUT UP!" Arached shouted, kicking over the FooCanoe and the poor archmage with it.
"Araches... what about those flowers?" I asked with a gulp.
"They're okay," she replied. "It seems that they only poisoned the useful herbs. I guess it would have been a waste of magic to poison a bunch of decorative flowers."

Take another flower.
Ask Fooruman what he was going to say...
Go E.

But make sure everybody hides under the invisible clothestent.

Yes, I don't think they would willingly not hide under it.

Have fooruman dispel the poison on the herbs.

Hm...maybe that was what Fooruman was trying to do when he stretched his arms towards the sky?
Pick herbs after dispel has been cast.

Anyway, clearly the Canadians did not do this, since they are not a species familiar with magic...

Pick another compass rose. Then look around.

Make sure to pick flowers for everyone first ;O

Kick Araches for kicking Fooruman. Or at least give a pep talk.

And quote the Declaration of Uberpendance too.

'K I'll shup now

When you pick a lot of flowers, go back and give on to the girl at the laundry. And mention that the flowers seem to be poisoned.

You mean the herbs seem poisoned? She won't be happy if she thinks the flower you give her is poisoned.. ;o

Argh. Yes, I meant that. Man, confusing flowers and herbs... width and thickness... I sure am a bit confuzzled today.

Stand on your head for a minute or so.
I hear this improves thinking.
EDIT- I meant this to be a game action, but risp could do it too I guess.

I'm so sick of editing this post. Why can't you guys have a collective intellegence, like the Alien Demon Vampires?

"What were you about to say?" I asked Fooruman as I plucked another flower.
"BY THE POWER OF FOO!" he yelled as he climbed back into his canoe.
"Is that all?'
"Yep."
"Okay. Cast Dispell on the herbs, old man." With his mighty arcane powers, Fooruman broke the STONE-TASTING magic around the herbs. Araches announced that they were now safe to touch, so we grabbed a handful for the road.
I walked back to the flowerbed and picked five more roses for my wonderful companions. After I handed them out there was a very awkward silence, not to mention the strange sexual tension that arose from giving a flower to Fawriel. He coughed nervously and looked away. "Um... thanks... I guess."
"The FooCanoe wants a flower, too!" Fooruman announced. I plucked another flower and dropped it into the canoe in Fooruman's lap. Fooruman nodded, then said, "The FooCanoe wants to know if you'd like to have dinner with it this Friday."
"Would you be coming along?" I asked. The archmage nodded. "No thanks, it would be weird enough without you there."
Feeling the need to change the subject as quickly as possible, I suggested that we go back East. We wrapped ourselves once more in the invisible clothestent ran through the firewall back into town.
"Now Araches," I said as we took off the gigantic invisible battle suit. "What you did to Fooruman was wrong, and you know it. As it says in the Declaration of Uberpendance-"
"Let's make a deal," she said, interrupting my awesome pep talk. "I promise not to kick the FooCanoe again if you promise to shut up."
"Okay!" I replied. "And as a symbol of our trust, I'll let you wear the Cheshire Pendant from now on!"

Strangely, no matter how many times someone magically sets you on fire, it never gets any less painful.

After Fawriel healed my third-degree burns, we went back to the laundromat and addressed the teenage girl at the counter. "Here," I said, handing her a flower. She accepted it without so much as a thank you and put it in a vase on the counter.
I stood on my head for a minute or two. Maybe it was just a side-effect of the blood rushing to my brain, but I could have sworn I heard Alien Demon Vampires approaching...

Inventory check!
And you forgot to tell the girl the herbs were poisoned. Were. Because we dispelled the poison.

I'll go to bed now...

Ask Fooruman what he knows about Alein Demon Vampires and if they are scheduled to appear today.
I'm pretty sure Fooruman doubles as a Farmer's Almanac. Not too sure though.

Get up. Now. NOW (-)IT

Anyways, after you get up, exit the laundromat.

Then look north. After that, run inside, ask the girl all she knows about the garden and the herbs. Ask her if she'd like to go into the garden for old times sake. Blatently ask her if she's *stumble*bian. Run outside again and ask the confused Canadian about all he knows. (S is the direction I believe.)

Update, Zev!

He\She's asking Rad why we are so stupid. Or if there are others besides alien demon vampires.

I'm not allowed to take breaks? D= We can't all go without food like Uberbob, you know.

I got back on my feet and felt the cool rush of my blood as it poured back into circulation. "The herbs in the garden were poisoned," I told the Canadian girl.
"That sucks," she replied.
"Were," I added. "They WERE poisoned. We Dispelled the poison."
"Well aren't you awesome?" she said sarcastically.
"I sure am!" I said as I reached into my pocket. "Hold on, let me find my pendant..."
I suddenly found myself being dragged out of the laundromat by Araches. While I was outside, I decided to look North. To the North was a sharp cliff that dropped directly down to the sea. Jutting out of the waters below were several jagged rocks. I made a mental note not to jump from there, unless of course I was being chased by Alien Demon Vampires. While I had ADVs on my mind I decided to ask the all-knowing Fooruman for info on the subject. "Are any Alien Demon Vampires scheduled to attack today?"
"Wherever there are stupid people saying stupid things, Alien Demon Vampires can be found," he replied. His white beard and purple dress convinced me that he knew what he was talking about.
I then shook free of Araches' grasp and ran back into the laundromat. "What do you know about the garden and its herbs?!" I asked the Canadian girl.
"It's a garden," she replied, "and it's got herbs. People tend to go there when they're feeling lost... spiritually lost, I mean. It helps them to sit among the flowers and reflect on life."
"Would you like to go into the garden for old time's sake?" I asked.
"I wanted to earlier," she replied, "but not so much now."
Araches suddenly stormed inside. She smacked her hand down on the table and looked the girl straight in the eye. "Are you a lesbian?" she asked very bluntly.
"That's none of your business," the girl replied.
Araches looked around and saw that all the Canadians were staring at her. She gave a nervous little laugh, then slowly backed out of the laundromat.
"Don't mind her," I told the girl. "She's so in love with me, it drives her crazy sometimes." I ran back outside, passing Araches as she banged her head against the side of the building. "There'll be plenty of time for that later!" I exclaimed. "Follow me to... CANADIANGUY!"
I rushed the whole party South into the town square. I sought out the confused Canadian man we had met ealier, then asked him to tell me everything he knew.
"Oh, ey, that'll take a while, fer sure," he said as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "Well fer starters, dija know that ya can't sneeze with yer eyes open?"
I gasped. "I had no idea! Please, Mr. Canadian, continue!"
"Erm, well..." He stumbled for words. "Ta be honest with ya, there, I'm kinda confused. I don't know which way I'm goin'. Ya'ever get that feelin'?"
"Nope, never," I replied. "I always know EXACTLY what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it."

Give him a compass flower.

After you're done with him, go to Araches and say, "Hypothetically you know something about her, so base your decision off of that. "

Offer Araches the Cheshire pin and say "This might come in handy."

Wait, how many compass flowers do we have? IF roses >= 1 THEN give ELSE walk away

Your words confuse me, Odin. Every person in the party has one compass rose, but only Uberbob's appears in inventory. You could always be evil and snatch one away from another party member, though. *coughFAWRIELcough*

EDIT: I forgot that Uberbob already gave away his flower. =b We'll just say he took this one from the FooCanoe when no one was looking.

"Here," I said as I handed him a compass rose.
He held the flower in his hand, looking over it carefully. I was hoping that we would have some kind of Full House moment where he burst into tears and hugged me and I told him everything was going to be okay, but he just sighed and said, "Where's Dennis?"
"Dennis?" I repeated. "What'chu talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
"I already know where North, South, East and West're at," he explained. "Which way's Dennis?"
I shook my head. "No clue," I replied. "I didn't even know there was such a thing."
"Bah," he grunted as he tossed the flower to the side. "What good's a compass that doesn't even have an arrow fer Dennis, I ask ya?"
I nervously glanced around a few times and shrugged. "They taste pretty good," I pointed out.
He shook his head and sighed again. "Sorry there, eh, I didn't mean tah be rude to ya. It's my first day, ya'see. I'm still gettin' the whole evil Canadian bit down pat." He leaned down towards me and whispered, "B'tween you an' me, I'm Irish."
"I'm Uberbob," I replied.
"There's a subtle wisdom to the things ya'say," he said as he scratched his bald Irish head. "It's like you really do know where yer goin'... it ain't Dennis, but at least it's somewhere." He looked away for a moment, deep in thought, then turned back and said, "Anything I kin do fer ya? Don't keep me waitin', now, I've been gettin' evil hormone therapy that could kick in at any minute."
I had something to say to Araches, but it seemed like this was more important at the moment.

@Dev: Yeah, that often happens. Sorry about that.

About the game I was made for at the arcade, can you show us which one ordered me?

Also ask him why so many Canadians around here seem to feel "lost", and how the healing herbs work.

Originally Posted by Ae

About the game I was made for at the arcade, can you show us which one ordered me?

We already know that the zombies are for the Romero Challenge. They're used to replace the ones that are, well, killed or destroyed.

EDIT: The school's LAN isn't letting me post new replies anymore. =b You'll have to wait until I get home in three hours for me to post again. Keep posting what you want to do next so I don't have to edit my next post seven times before I submit it.

It seemed like he had completely forgotten that he had ealier mistaken me for a cyborg zombie, perhaps as a result of feeling lost. I wondered exactly why these Canadians and the Irish poser were all so absent-minded.
"Who at the arcade ordered the cyborg zombies?" I asked.
"Must've been the manager," the Irish man replied. "He's usually runnin' the prize counter at the back o' that there place. Haven't ya played the Romero Challenge yet?"
"No," I replied. "The tickets cost money, and I'm financially-challenged."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars and thirty-five cents. "Fer givin' a hoot and tryin' to help me out," he said as he dropped the cash and change into my paws.
"Why does everyone feel so lost?" I asked as I pocketed the monies.
"Ya'mean it's not jus' me?" he said, seeming somewhat surprised. "Strange. I hadn't noticed it, m'self."
"How do the healing herbs work?" I asked, holding up a handful of the randomly-picked leaves.
"Now what do I look like, eh? A physician?"
"Not really," I replied. "You look Canadian. I think it's the shirt."
"Oh, doesn't look too good on me, yeah. The real Canadians seem to like'em more than I do."
"You should get a shirt that says 'kiss me, I'm Irish," I suggested.
"That's the stupidest idear I ever did hear," he said with a disgusted look. "And why would I wear a shirt sayin' I'm Irish? I'm Canadian, fer cryin' out loud!"

"Thank you for the money, semi-Canadian man! Now, be back later."
Have Faw save at Antifoo.
Go W and proceed to the Romero challenge. (when Faw is back ofc =P )

Originally Posted by Odin

Pag clam.

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