The Emporium is Open -- Tuesday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael flipped the sign from "closed" to "open" and settled behind the counter. Ben hadn't finished fixing up the back room yet, and as he'd been in the mood to write anyway, he had slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and taken off to find a good spot to write. Michael was used to the restlessness in his partner, but after all that had happened, it made him a little uneasy today.

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((Paige has been threatened by Shane, she probably won't be in a fit state to see anyone who met Evil!Paige in a while now ))

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((Saw that. Michael will likely call her if he hasn't seen her in a while, though, just to check up on her because he is his mother's son.))

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John wanders into the store, looking for a pair of good scissors for his hair.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hi, what can I do for you?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John smiles. "Hi. I'm, uh, looking for a good pair of scissors. Specifically something that'll do a decent job on a head of hair. Specifically, mine."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

That should be on one of the middle aisles here... *leans over counter and peers toward the aisles, then points toward one* You should be able to find something like that down this aisle here.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John follows the direction he's pointing in and nods thankfully. "Thanks. I'll be right up with the one I want."

John heads down the aisle. After a quick examination, he picks out a blue pair of scissors for hair and heads back up to the counter.

"These look good." John retrieves his wallet.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

And those are $8.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John digs out a five dollar bill and three one dollar bills and hands them over. "Here you go."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*takes the money and hands over a bag with the scissors in them* Now don't run with those. *smirks*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John laughs. "Don't worry. My mama taught me well. Thanks for your help!"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Come back soon.

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Salmoneus wanders in, still yawning. He's holding an almost empty bottle of seltzer water with a silver spigot on it, from which he occasionally takes a drink.

He takes a shopping basket and begins to fill it with food; cheese, fruits, bread. Stopping to think for a moment he puts a finger on his nose and blows out a breath. Then he turns and heads for the register.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Good morning. How are you today? *begins ringing up items*

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing well. No dragons, no warlords, no zombies. . . it's a good morning." He smiles and pulls out his money purse. "I'm Salmoneus, by the way. I run the bank here in town."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*nods* Any day without zombies is a good day.

I thought I recognized you. I'm Michael Novotny-Bruckner.

*looks at register for final total* That's $19.42.

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Handing over a twenty, Salmoneus cocks his head. "Novotny? Would you happen to be related to Debbie Novotny?" His stomach grumbles softly at the reminder of last night's great dinner.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*is grinning proudly as he hands back the change* That's my mother.

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

"Oh, she runs a great diner, and you can tell her I said so." He smiles. "You should come over to the bank sometime. I'm going to be running a contest soon, a 'Name the Harpy' contest. First prize is dinner at Deb's." He lifts a hand in farewell. "It was nice to meet you, Michael. I've got to get going. Got a bank to open."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

She'll be very glad to hear you've said that. And I'll drop by sometime. It was a pleasure meeting you.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Wanders in looking fairly bright and chipper. "Hello?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hi there. What can I help you find?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I'm looking for some clothing. A plain, loose tunic, and slacks, preferably in cotton."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

All the clothing is on the right side of the store. Something like that should be to the far right near the front, by the window over there.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." After several mintues browsing Callisto comes back to the register with a shirt and pair of drawstring pants. "How much for these?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Together, that'd be $12.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto smiles "You got change for a twenty?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

I sure do. You want those in a bag, or do you just want to carry them out?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I'd like a bag please." Callisto hands over a twenty dollar bill. "Who was that man who just left? (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/228849.html?thread=9105905#t9105905) I think he forgot his purse."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*takes money, gives over change and her bag* That's Salmoneus, he runs the bank. *looks at the purse* Would you mind running over to the bank with that? I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. Of course I wouldn't mind running it over. Oh, I'm Callisto, by the way."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael Novotny-Bruckner. Nice to meet you.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Likewise. I'd better go see if I can catch up with Salmoneus before he gets too far."

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Salmoneus, still at the counter, glances over. He does a double take, then stares, only to turn quickly away. Suddenly, he wants to be anywhere but here.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Catching sight of the rotund man staring at her Callisto looked more closely at him. I've seen those kind of robes before.

"Hey."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: WHEE!]

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

"Uh. Hi there!" The smile on the older man's face could have been pasted on. Sweat is forming on his upper lip. "Well, must be going. Lots to do."

With a last wave at Michael, he walks toward the door, trying to bolt without appearing to run. He goes around two displays, turning slightly to keep Callisto in his vision. When he gets to the door he quickens his pace and is gone.

Totally forgotten is his money purse on the counter.

[ooc:evil you are! evil! okay, I've left an opening for someone to come harrass him at the bank. I'm at work, so it'll be slow play, but I think this is going to give Salmoneus nightmares to be fun.]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto looks somewhat bewildered "But I just wanted to ask if you were from Thrace..."

She sees the money purse.

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

"I am back." After kissing his partner, Ben heads for the staircase. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."