The Emporium -- Friday evening

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael and Ben move displays and clear a large space in the front of the store. They set out the food, plates and forks on one end of the counter, and set up a makeshift bar at the other end, which Ben will man. They have a quick shower and other stuff before getting dressed and opening the doors for the party.

The new sign on the door reads:

"Welcome to the Fandom Townie party! Come in, mingle with your neighbors, and have some refreshments. (Alcoholic beverages courtesy of Spike's Pub; lemon bars, brownies and tuna casserole courtesy of Deb's Diva Dive; other food items courtesy of the Emporium and Ben the wonder chef)"

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[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara walks into the Emporium.

"Hello. I...uh...understand the townsfolk are gathering here tonight? I'm Inara Serra. From the Apple."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*Is a bit intimidated by the sophistication reflected in how Inara dresses, but throws on a smile and approaches her*

Welcome! You're the first to arrive, but it's a bit early yet. I'm Michael, I own this place, and that's my partner Ben. Please, have a seat. *gestures to the mismatched groups of chairs that had been pulled from every corner of the Emporium stock room as well as the Novotny-Bruckner household upstairs* Would you like something to drink?

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith confidently walks in with a smile on her face. She sees Inara with two men and walks over.

"Hey, Inara. Are you already monopolizing the attractive men? You really should leave some for the rest of us."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Debbie is a little intimidated by Inara's dress and bearing, but sits down beside her for a minute anyway. "Hi. I don't think we've met. I'm Michael's mother, Debbie. I run the diner down the way."

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Good evening, and welcome. I'm Michael, this is my partner Ben. Would you like a drink?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb marches up to the young man. "Hi, Debbie Novotny of Deb's Diva Dive. I'm Michael's mother."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Trotting up to the new face, Red sat down in front of him, his tail swishing along the floor. "Hello. Welcome to Fandom Town. I'm Red. I own the ink shop down the way. Are you by chance the fellow who wrote the Zombie story?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Spotting an unfamiliar face, Shane decides to say hello. She approaches with a small smile on her face. "Hi," she says. "I don't think we've met. I'm Shane." She holds her hand out.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Scooping up his tie, Red had a devil of a time trying to get it on over his head with no help. Off...no problem. On...bit problem. He wiggled and scooted, trying to get it on until it just hung up on his ears and some of the jewelry woven into his fur.

He gave it up as a lost cause, left it where it was and closed up shop. Since he was going by the Emporium for the townie mixer, surely there was someone there who could help him...Michael!

And down the street he headed toward the small party, tie hanging off his head...

The door gave easily and Red trotted in. "Hello, everyone!"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

*waves*

Hello Red. Are the cubs asleep?

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith's eyebrows raise when she sees the creature come in. If this weren't Fandom Town, she'd immediately think "Joker", but here, it could be anything. It seemed friendly enough, though, and Inara seemed to know it, so Smith decided to go over and introduce herself.

"Hi. I'm Jane from the Perkolator."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Evening, Red.

*tries not to stare at the tie (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/toxictattoo/rt6101.jpg), but he can't help himself -- it's like a car wreck. In fact, the tie might just in fact have been an impressionist painting of a car wreck.*

Um, interesting tie you've got. Very...unique.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Decked out in a pair of form-fitting, low-riding tuxedo-style pants and a white men's shirt with wide, starched cuffs and white embroidered flowers on the chest, Shane opens the door and pokes her head in. She has a bottle of wine cradled in her arm. "Hello?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hey, Shane, come join the crowd!

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb and Carl arrive, dressed a bit more than her usual vest and questionable shirt combo.

"Hi sweetie. I brought extra brownies for the party and yours are in the container underneath, with the casserole. looks like you've got a good crowd tonight."

She pats his cheek.

"This was a great idea."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Deb!" Shane calls, smiling, from where she's standing over by the buffet table. "You look awesome!"

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*comes in, leaving his computer gladly for a party*

*brings appetizers that Satine made up*

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Sebastian, is Satine coming tonight?

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan enters, a Tupperware container of cookies in his arms. He's wearing slacks and a white shirt, slightly open.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hi, welcome. *extends hand* I'm Michael. And you are...?

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate walks in to the Emporium clothed in a simple gown (http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:EL7bX1uKsMgJ:http://www.midnightglamour.com/i/CONTEMPORY%2520GOWN/MVC-324S.JPG) of blue satin. She stands by the door, searching the multitude of faces for one she recognises.

((In other words, I'm back.))

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Her eyes drifting towards the door, Shane's smile is positively radiant when she sees Kate. Excusing herself from the conversation she's engaged in, Shane moves over to the door. "Hey," she says warmly, slipping an arm around her waist as she leans in and kisses Kate's cheek. "You look so amazing."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay and Silent Bob come staggering in, out of breath and covered with leaves. "It's motherfuckin' COLD outside!" Jay yells. Bob pulls his trenchcoat tighter around himself, shivering. "Jay and Silent Bob are in the hizzouse! The party can now begin!"

Bob heads straight for the food, ignoring Bob completely.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

[[Bob heads for the food, ignoring JAY completely. Because I win at teh typing, yo.]]

[callingtheshots.livejournal.com]

*slips in very quietly, bringing a bottle of wine and cannoli from back home*

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*catches motion in the corner of his eye, sees a rather distinguished looking gentlemen and decides to approach*

Hi. Welcome to the Townie mixer. I'm Michael, and you are...?

*sees cannoli* My very Italian mother will either love you for bringing pasta or be very, very jealous of someone else's cooking. No telling which.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Red trotted up to Michael. "Thank you for organizing this." He looked around at the people who showed up. "I'm glad there was a good turnout. And now I have to head off to another engagement." He nodded to everyone, "Have a pleasant evening," and headed to the door.



((ooc: and the player must collapse into bed. I can finish threads but it'll have to be morning.))

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Night, Red. Glad you had a good time. Thanks for helping with the publicity.

((ooc: I'm almost at that point myself. Sleep well.))

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb gives Ben and then Michael a quick kiss. "I have to get back to work, boys. The kids will be leaving the dance and want something to eat. Thanks for doing this."

She makes ehr goodbyes to everyone else and leaves for the Dive.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Goodnight, Ma. Good luck with the graveyard early morning shift.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Well, guys," Shane says as she approaches Michael and Ben and shakes each of their hands, releasing Kate's so that she can do the same, slipping her arm around Kate's waist. "This was really great, but I think we're gonna head out. Thanks so much for getting this all together for us, it was really cool of you."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Good night, you two. *adds with a twinkle in his eye* Don't get into any trouble.

*to Kate* It was very nice to meet you.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((ooc: I'm slowly losing consciousness, so I'm calling it a night. Won't be able to be on much tomorrow, either. So for those still slow-playing it, do as you will, just don't wreck Michael's store. :P))

[callingtheshots.livejournal.com]

*Tony has enjoyed meeting some new folks, and hopes to see more of the pretty lady he saw earlier and of Red as well. He is looking forward to having Shane work in the bar, and says his goodnights all around, promising to stop in Deb's again soon.*

Goodnight all. *waves as he goes out the door*




((ooc: player must pass out and work tomorrow, so will reply to any responses then. Thanks for a great evening, all. :) ))