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The Emporium -- Sunday afternoon

After sleeping in far longer than he'd expected, Michael finally decides to open the store for a while. Maybe he'd snag a few customers.

((ooc: sorry, been a long, tough day for Mikey-mun. Didn't have much time or will to play until now.))

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Tara enters the store, looking around curiously. Having received her first paycheck, and finally finding a place to live, she needed... well, everything. Seeing Michael, she smiled and padded over. "Um, hi."

Hi there. What can I help you find?

"I've just moved into a new place, and I have nothing. I need bedding, and some kitchenware, and, um, clothes if you have them. I was wondering if you do deliveries? It's just up at the school, but I don't have a car and I think I'm going to need more than I can easily carry."

We carry a little bit of everything, so you'll be able to find what you need here. We don't normally deliver -- it's just me running the place most of the time, although my partner Ben fills in now and then. There's a delivery service (http://www.livejournal.com/users/kikidelivers/3242.html) in town, but I'm not sure what it costs. Tell you what -- it seems like a slow night, and I've got a car. I'd be happy to help you get your stuff home.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble." Tara smiles gratefully.

It's no problem, honest. I haven't really seen the campus, though, so you'll have to direct me where to go.

Now, as to finding stuff...the groceries will be over on the left side of the store, the clothing and bedding will be off to the right. In the center aisles you'll find the kitchenware and drugstore-type items -- stuff for your hair, perfume, headache remedies. And if you need any hardware-type items they're along the back wall.

"Um." Tara bites her lip. "Townies aren't actually allowed on campus - but if you drive me up to the gates that'd be really great." She picks out a trolley ooc: assuming The Emporium has trolleys and begins to pile basic household necessities into it.

I'll take you as far as I can, then. If you need to make a couple of trips from the car to your place, I'll watch your stuff.

((ooc: Reasonable assumption. I think the place is pretty much like a typical big grocery store or Walmart-style place.))

"Thank you, that's so kind..." Tara trails off, realising she doesn't know the man's name. "Um, I'm Tara. Tara Maclay."

I'm Michael Novotny-Bruckner. My partner, Ben Bruckner, is upstairs at the moment, but you might catch him in here now and then.

"Hi Michael. I'm really glad to meet you." She blinks, hesitating a minute before speaking again. "Um... I really, really, really don't want to be rude, okay? But I've been here a week, and I've met more openly gay couples in that time than I had in my whole life before. Were you always out, or is there just something special about this place?"

*laughs* Well, I've been out quite a while, long before I came here. But this is the most 'out' place I have ever lived. Fandom Town really took me by surprise, but I think maybe it's why my mother -- that's Deb, from the Diva Dive down the street -- was so insistent on me and Ben coming to live here too. Maybe there's something in the water that brings people 'out' here, I don't know, but this whole place reminds me of Liberty Avenue back in Pittsburgh. Which isn't really a bad thing.

"Deb's your mom?" Tara beams. "She's so great." She lowers her voice, conspiratorially. "I'm thinking of asking her to adopt me."

*laughs* I think you're going to have to stand in line -- half the people who frequent the diner are trying. At this rate, my inheritance will be next to nothing.

Tara joins in with Michael's laugh. "You can keep the inheritance - I just want her recipe for chocolate meringue pie." She rolls her eyes in mock ecstacy.

Good luck, she hasn't even given that to me yet. *smiles* Have you had the lemon bars yet? Those are to die for. Unfortunately, I haven't inherited my mother's gift for cooking. Ben, on the other hand, is a great cook -- if you love Asian food. It's starting to grow on me, even with my middle-class Pennsylvania taste buds.

Tara shakes her head. "No, I've had the lemon meringue, but not the lemon bars. I'll keep an eye out. And I do love asian food, especially Thai." She cocks her head. "What does Ben do for a living?"

*perks up proudly* He's a college professor. But right now he's taking a year off to work on his next novel.

"Wow," Tara says, clearly impressed. "What's it about?"

Actually...I don't know. He doesn't tell me. I think it's because he wants me to approach it with an open mind when I read the final draft. *lowers voice* And partly I think he's afraid I'm going to say something that he'd take as ridicule while it's still mostly floating around in his head, and that'd kill the muse quick. His previous books are brilliant, though, so I'm sure this one will be too.

"I'll have to see if I can find them at the bookstore," Tara replies. "But maybe he just doesn't want you to see the number of times he's written 'Ben loves Michael' in the margins." She grins.

*blushes* If he does, I may have to look through his notebooks. *grins* If you can't find the books in the bookstore, I'll find you copies. His first book was autobiographical, about his experience being HIV positive, so it may or may not be something you're interested in, but the second was a novel. *sly grin* I'll find you some copies of the Rage comics too. I wrote those with a friend, a gay superhero comic. They were a pretty popular online sell while it lasted.

"You're a writer, too?" Tara's eyes widen in amazement. "I never met a writer before coming here, and now I've met three in one weekend. Well," she corrects herself, aware that Ben's presence upstairs does not constitute a meeting. "Sort of met." She shakes her head. "I guess the water here brings out more than one thing."

Well, this town's full of surprises. I suppose you heard about zombie weekend, right? The unexpected -- good and bad -- seems to come out of the woodwork around here.

((OOC: Mun needs to go to bed soon. Do we want to just assume Tara picked out her stuff and Michael helped her get it home?))

"The bad I was prepared for," Tara grins, "but the good's catching me a little by surprise."

She finishes collecting her stuff, pays Michael, and gratefully accepts his help in getting it all back to her new home.

[OOC: Yup. Sleep well!]

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