A Special Sale at the Old Firm

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::The sign in the Old Firm window has the following banner now underneath it::

"Attention! We have recently received a shipment of Egyptian Artifacts. Please browse our new selections at your soonest convenience."

::The sign in the window is currently indicating the shop is "open"::

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[janet_fraiser]

*enters the store and begins to make her way toward the Egyptian artifacts*

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Janet." Duncan smiles at her.

[janet_fraiser]

She pivots to face the man speaking to her, then stares at him, trying to search her host's mind for his name. The resistence she encounters is minimal, easily brushed aside, and then the name is retrieved. "Professor Duncan MacLeod," she says coolly. "I did not think that you frequented such places of business as this."

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

He frowns slightly. "I was curious. And what brings you here?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet lifts her arm and points to the sign on the front door. "They have a selection of Egyptian artifacts," she says. "I find they suit my tastes quite well."

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::Mister Croup and Mister Vandemar both raise an eyebrow, and then chuckle quietly at each other::

Vandemar: "She smells different, Mister Croup."

Croup: "And her stature is so much more poised, Mister Vandemar."

::they smile at eachother again::

Vandemar: "Can we help you?"

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan's eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of Vandemar and Croup.

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::Mister Croup smiles at the new gentleman::

Croup: "And what business does one as old as yourself have with us, kind sir?"

Vandemar: "Very old Mister Croup. Very old indeed."

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I'm just here to see that the lady has a nice, quiet look around." He smiles, clearly not intending it to be a friendly smile.

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Croup: "Such an amiable gesture... I am almost moved to tears that he would shove his head in the lion's den for such an... innocent."

::Mister Croup laughs::

Vandemar: "He should be careful, Mister Croup. Sticking your head into places can sometimes get it lost."

Croup: "And where would the kind gentleman be without his head, Mister Vandemar? Where indeed?"

Vandemar: "Gone, Mister Croup."

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

"As would most of us." He nods. The smile is less toothy.

[janet_fraiser]

*nods to them regally*

Your selection of Egyptian artifacts. How old are they?

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::Mister Croup smiles::

Croup: "They are originals from perhaps even before the time of the Pharoh's, young Miss... Fraiser."

Vandemar: "I could taste 'em to see more exact, if you like."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet's answering smile is quite satisfied. "I need merely see them to be certain," she says. "I seek fitting adornments."

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Croup: "A selection of jewelry is over on that display shelf."

::Croup gestures across the room::

Croup: "Feel free to try on whatever you wish."

[ooc: and feel free to find whatever you're wanting. My creative brain is a little fried from finishing my creative writing homework.]

[janet_fraiser]

ooc: mind if we finish this tomorrow, then? too much going on at once for me to keep track of, and I want to take the time to have proper fun with this.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Yep, perfectly fine by me. I'm juggling Drunk!Cally from last night and a soon to be Drunk!Cally for tonight right now, ::snicker::]

[janet_fraiser]

After looking over the items with a calm poise, Janet brings a small selection of copper items with inset malachite to the two gentlemen.

"These will do for now," she says. "They are what we customarily adorn ourself with. However, we seek more, shall we say, specialized items that once belonged to us. Certain bracelets and belts, and unguents used to anoint our most beloved one. I trust you can find them for me?"

OOC: I figured it'd be way too easy for you to have the hand device, Jaffa-making belt thingie which never got a name, and Hathor's pheromone cocktail on hand in the store. However, pretty ancient Egyptian jewelry that once belonged to Hathor? Easy.

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::Mister Vandemar smirks::

Vandemar: "Thursday at the latest."

Croup: "That is, assuming we are able to track down the items. A usually truthful assumption, however... some things have proven even beyond our reach."

Vandemar: "We need longer arms, Mister Croup."

Croup: "Any longer arms and we'd be in serious danger of appearing to be orangutans, Mister Vandemar."

::Croup and Vandemar chuckle::

[janet_fraiser]

Janet nods, once, as she pays, then turns and sweeps regally from the store.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan opens the door and strolls in, looking about.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh, for a Yu-Gi-Oh! character right about now.]

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward wanders in, having spotted the sign outside and is slightly curious.

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::Mister Vandemar decides to leave the kiosk and walk over to Edward::

Vandemar: "May I help you today?"

::Vandemar chuckles, but his face remains solid and expressionless::

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Edward glances around, mildly interested in some of the knick-knacks that he could identify, he'd never been near this place before. "I saw your sign on Egyptian artifacts. You didn't happen to get any... scrolls, or papyrus in that shipment, did you?"

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::Mister Vandemar shrugs::

Vandemar: "We aren't really a dealer in words, more in items. We're supposed to send business of that sort to Mister Aziraphale."

::Mister Vandemar spits on the floor::

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward bobbed his head once. "Understood, then."

He hesitated for a moment. "Tell me, then... are you capable of procuring the Stone of the Sages?"

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::Mister Vandemar raises an eyebrow::

Vandemar: "Would these be any particular sages? We need a bit more description than that..."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

"The Philosopher's Stone, gentlemen." Edward's grin is a bit... sharkish. "I'm seeking the Philosopher's Stone. The Red Elixir. The Stone of the Sages. The Water-Stone of the Wise. It's had those names, and many more besides."

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::Vandemar chuckles::

Vandemar: "Sorry. Sold the last just yesterday."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

"You're joking."

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::Mister Vandemar chuckles again::

Vandemar: "I am. We don't carry alchemical artifacts. Too risky."

::Mister Croup laughs from behind the kiosk::

Vandemar: "Especially in the hands of a wee one like yourself."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward snorts in annoyance. "Too risky? Only imperfect Stones are unstable, and you'd have to be..."

"..."

"...What the hell are you on about with this "wee" business? WHO'S SO SMALL THAT PEOPLE DON'T BELIEVE HE'S AN ACTUAL ALCHEMIST?!"

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::Mister Vandemar pats Edward on the shoulder::

Vandemar: "Come back when you're older. Wee ones who shout a lot sometimes go missing. You wouldn't want to go missing."

::Mister Croup grins wickedly behind the kiosk::

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward snarls at them both. "I am not SHORT, nor WEE, and my age has nothing to do with this! I can find the Philosopher's Stone on my own, then."

He storms out the door and is gone.

[janet_fraiser]

*stares haughtily after him, a single eyebrow raised*

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: *loves the icon*