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The Old Firm, Open and Special Notice

::The sign in the Old Firm window has flipped to open, and there is a new notice below it::

"Dear fine students of Fandom High,
We at the Old Firm would like to have it known
that we will be happy to accomadate a number of
you for a special dining experience the night of
your most precious Homecoming. Mister Vandemar's
culinary skills will be on full display, and the
atmosphere will be to die for. There is limited
seating, so please reserve a spot for you and your
date as soon as you can.
-Mister Croup and Mister Vandemar"

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"Oooh, how lovely," says Drusilla, walking in. The store's aura runs up and down her skin, pricking it with a thousand pins and making her feel like she's covered with blood.

It's very lovely this time of night.

::cocks his head slightly::

May I help you? I'm very good at helping people.

::soft chuckle::

I'm also good at hurting people as well.

"Isn't that what you call helping them sometimes, then?" asked Drusilla. "You have a present for me. If Daddy lied to me I shall be very cross."

Daddy?

::he seems to pause a moment, and then speaks again, his expression not really having changed::

Ah, you must mean wee Master Angelus. Just one moment...

::presses a button on his kiosk::

Mister Croup will be out with it in two shakes of a dead rat's tail. Is there anything else I can get you?

"Wee Angelus?" Drusilla starts chuckling at that, first softly, then louder, and clutching her stomach until she collapses on the floor, crying from laughing so hard.

When she stands, a smirk on her lips, she is composed emotionally, even though her hair is in disarray and her dress is disheveled. "Yes, wee Angelus," she says. "Daddy."

She considers the merchandise, tilting her head curiously and swaying over the cases. "What do you have?" she asks.

::Mister Croup steps out from the back office, holding a black box wrapped with blood red ribbon::

Mr. Croup: "My dear woman, the question is not what do we have, but what do you want. The Old Firm prides itself that if we do not have it in immediate stock, we shall gather it post haste."

::He presents the box to Drusilla::

Mr. Vandemar: "Go on, take it. It'll be be lovely. Like Christmas come early."

Drusilla's attention is caught by the box. The black velvet and blood red of the ribbon are compelling, but what's inside calls out to her. She drifts slowly closer, reaching out for it, for whatever was left for her, given to her as a present, and it's wrong, it's dark, darkness within and without and it's beautiful.

She snatches up the box and opens it, a gleeful smile spreading across her face.

OOC: Okay, just to be on the safe side, what is it? And what size is it? And then we can get to what Drusilla wants. :)

[ooc: the paperweight is a 6 inch cube with intricate carved designs on each face... the original post with it is here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/38549.html).]

::Mister Croup smiles at her reaction::

A woman after by own heart, Mister Vandemar. Knows what is hers and grabs it without hesitation.

"How sweet," says Drusilla, closing her eyes and tracing the carvings with her fingertips. "It speaks to me of blood, and fear, and how some day the world shall be set aflame." She opens her eyes and focuses back on Mr. Croup. "Daddy's hums the same sweet tune."

"I long for something else as well," she says, placing the trinket softly back in the box and putting the lid on it. "A gem, pretty, from Sunnydale. It whispers to me still."

OOC: I remember hearing that the paperweights were a matched pair and this one is Dru's? Is that the case? Because if so, OMFG, am I going to have fun with this.

My dear woman, you are merely a more detailed description away from us embarking on a quest to track down this jewel that has caught your eye.

The location is helpful, but we sadly require more clues in order to please you.

[ooc: Yes... but the other is still in the back room, I think. If you and Angelus decide that he has one and you have one, that's fine too. Just let me know.]

Bored with her legal research and a bit unsettled by the whatever it was that almost came through the sewer entrance into Wolfram and Hart, Lilah decides she's done enough work for the day. She sees Drusilla entering the Old Firm in a good mood, and figures that can't be anything but good news for her. She also walks in.

"Hello?"

Mr. Vandemar: "Another customer... how very nice for us."

::Mr. Croup raises an eyebrow::

Mr. Croup: "I do not believe we've had the dubious pleasure of meeting your acquaintance, madam. I am Mister Croup, and this is my brother Mister Vandemar. We are the proprietors of this establishment."

"No, I don't believe we have met, but I believe you may be familiar with my employer. My name is Lilah Morgan, and I'm a lawyer with Wolfram and Hart. I recently transferred here from Los Angeles."

Mr. Croup: "Ah, the good sirs of Wolfram and Hart. We are familiar with their wonderful work in the city of Angels."

Mr. Vandemar: "Yes. Lovely angels seem to be everywhere these days."

::Mr. Vandemar spits upon the floor::

Mr. Croup: "We ourselves have recently relocated from the city of London Below. May I ask what brings you through the threshold of our building this evening?"

Lilah walks slowly around the room, admiring the merchandise, but being careful not to touch any of it or get too close. She also looks surreptiously at Drusilla, who seems to be opening a package with unholy enjoyment.

She smiles, and puts her hands in the pockets of her trousers, relaxed and comfortable in the environment. "I have heard nothing but good things about you, as well. No business today. I wanted to see what you have to offer, make the acquaintance of you fine gentlemen, and offer my services to you, should they ever become required."

We are very glad to make you acquaintance as well, Miss Morgan. We look forward to any sort of assistance we may be able to lend you.

::nods his head, slowly::

She nods and hands him a business card. "Excellent. Do you mind if I continue to browse? You have some truly enigmatic merchandise."

::takes the business card::

Feel free. We carry only the best.

Well, except the stuff in the discount bin. We take no responsibility for purchases of clearance items.

Lilah makes a lazy circuit of the room ~~searching for repellant for whatever that thing was in the basement~~ .

Seeing nothing urgently demanding purchase, she waves goodbye to Mister Vandermar (since Mister Croup appears to be otherwise occupied with Drusilla), and leaves, thinking that maybe she'll head to Spike's bar for a drink.

::waves as she leaves::

Bye bye!

::turns his attention back to Drusilla::

[OOC: Oh, dear god! I wonder who- I mean what the gentlemen will be serving. ;)]

[ooc: Shhhh, a true chef never reveals his secrets...

...or is that magicians? ::snicker::]

Logan notices the sign and steps inside. "What kind of dining experience are we talking about here? Candles? Strolling violinist?"

[ooc: this will be a seperate event from those occuring above.]

::Mister Croup, standing behind the kiosk, quietly chuckles before speaking::

Candles, a quiet strumming mandolin, and a gourmet menu are all currently slated for the evening.

"A mandolin?" Logan grimaces. "That's kinda folksy. Though she might be into it - what kind of food are you serving?"

Our menu will be of the sweetest delicacies that one does not usuall find at your local chip shop.

Salad from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Wines from the cellar of the Czars, and the finest meats that can be acquired. Mister Vandemar is skilled in most schools of cuisine, both conventional and unconventional. He shall tailor his ingredients to your very whims if neccessary. ::smiles widely, showing his teeth::

"That does sound good," Logan says. "And we've already done Nolita, so it'd be cool to go somewhere different. How 'bout you put me down for a table for two, for Homecoming, and I'll see if there's anything particular she wants to eat?"

A table for two, indeed. May I have the name for this table for two, young sir?

::pulls out a pad of paper and a pencil, and eyes Logan, waiting::

"Logan Echolls. Echolls with two 'L's."

Echolls, table for two. We trust that you shall enjoy our one-night only engagement in culinary service. ::smiles, and writes on his paper::

"Thank you. See ya then," Logan gives a little salute and leaves the store.

::chuckles quietly to himself as the young man leaves::

How very formal of him.

::scribbles on his notepad about "Need mandolinist"::

[ooc: Looks like Homecoming stuff has started already. Are you going to start a post for the Old Firm dinner?]

[ooc: It is up: Here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/153211.html).]

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