[center][u][i][color=598527]Arthur, Belladonna[/color][/i][/u][/center]

Arthur let out a long sigh a he traced his eye across the page, his nose wrinkling as the smell from Percy's rather "unfortunate" habit. Folding the page the doctor tucked it into a pocket on his work jacket, patting it as he calmly reached out and took the purple flowers from the bouquet. Retrieving an empty pot from a dusty corner, Arthur filled it with some water before placing the flowers into it, and moving them to a spot beneath the window for sun. Humming an old song to himself he brushed his fingers along the bulbs till he found four of the largest of the bunch, taking them he made his way out of his office, quietly shutting the door behind him, turning the lock with a soft click. 

Outside the garden was as populated as it normally was for a Monday, that is to say not much at all. Unless there was a school trip or collage project due soon, few would walk the poison gardens on the first of the workdays, leaving much of the gardeners to enjoy the day for themselves, taking their time with projects and even leaving early if it was slow enough. This might be why Arthur got so little attention as he casually sauntered to the gates of the garden. Nodding at at one of the others, Arthur pushed his way out, the Wrought iron gates creaking on the hinges as it opened and closed. 

Still humming to himself Arthur made his way the few blocks towards the two story building that had become a staple of the first sectors community and life. A nice flower shop named Bellflowers. 

Entering into the store Arthur took a small time to look over the display as he made his way up to the counter on the first floor. He approached the associate with a smile, giving a polite nod before speaking up. After a bit of idle chat the doctor placed a simple order of two bouquets, one of nightshade and one of sunflowers, both were simple but built around the center flowers, which were the selection of Monks Hood that Arthur had brought. With the names of the recipients and the destinations given for the order, Arthur thanked the clerk with a smile and move away, leaving her to her work. 

Taking the stairs up to the second floor the doctor taced his way around the displays to a maintenance room, or at least what appeared to be one. Inside was the standard affair of janitor closets, brooms, mops, and a nondescript wooden box that was carefully stashed beneath a couple boxes of cleaning supplies, hidden in plain sight. It was this box that Arthur took and opened, revealing the meticulously folded outfit within, his bone white mask standing out against the darker colors as it sat on the top. With a wide grin Arthur quickly changed, donning the mask slowly, securing it to his head before patting his hat on. While it was probably not strictly necessary to wear the attire for the upcoming meeting, the Doctor didn't much care as he once more began to hum to himself as he left his work clothing behind in the box and moved to look at the flowers and wait for the two assassins to come to him. 

At the same time the two bouquets were hurried out with an abnormal sense of urgency, to most they were harmless, if a bit odd at the choice of flowers, but to their intended recipients (one Annabelle and Douglas respectively) they meant only one thing. Aconitum wanted to speak with them.