The Emporium is open -- Sunday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael stifled a yawn as he finally opened the shop. Revelations were not his strong point, but last night's talk with Ben had him looking hard at himself and the two of them. Fortunately, this time he was certain things were looking up. And they would have fun at the Halloween ball tonight.

He made sure the "10% off" sign was prominent in the window, along with flyers for the ball.

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[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick walked into the Emporium. He was soaking wet and had a few feathers sticking to him. "Hello, kindly merchant!" Tick said, walking up to Michael. "Do you have any PEZ?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*gives the man a strange look, then remembers Shane and Tara talking about a superhero running about and the C.R.A.C.K. organization*

Uh, yeah. Right over there in the candy display. *points to display rack near the front window* Are you all right?

((ooc: *sporfle*))

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick grabbed all the PEZ dispensers on the candy rack in his arms and carried them to the counter. "Ah, yes, I just did battle with some ducks. They were carnivorous and had tasted human flesh. Thank you for your concern!" The Tick smiled.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Carnivorous...ducks. *blinks, but hey, this was Fandom Town, and it was Halloween* Well, thank you for taking on such fowl foul creatures. *decides to venture into the conversation* You're a superhero, aren't you? Tara mentioned Professor The Tick to me.

*looks at the stack of Pez dispensers, figures value, and decides what the hell* Please, take these as payment for your efforts. No charge.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am, chum! I am indeed The Tick! And I thank you for the gesture, friend! It's appreciated!"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I'll have to stop by and ask you about C.R.A.C.K. some day. Tara suggested I might like to join. *gestures to generous selection of comic books on the rack* I like reading about superheros, it would be great to work with one. I understand your headquarters are in town?

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"If you're willing to help your fellow citizen, we'd love to have you! We're stationed at a table (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighcrack/) in the heroic-looking structure not far from the duck pond in the park."

A feather dropped off Tick and landed on the floor.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*tries not to laugh at the dripping wet image before him, or the falling duck feather* I will be sure to stop by. As a kid I always dreamed of being on a team of superheroes.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Well, we only have a couple superheroes. The rest are just normal people Doing Their Part, but that's enough, I think. Thank you again, chum! I'll take my soakedness outside to keep your floor from getting too wet and feathery!"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Stop by anytime. I'll be sure to come see you about the organization.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han walks in, face hard. "I need clothes and a mattress, plus sheets and two pillows. Standard double size. Plus about a gallon of acetone and three brooms."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

The clothes are over on the right, and the sheets and all that are in the aisle closest to the clothes racks. I'm sure we've still got a mattress in the stockroom that we can sell you, but we don't have a way to deliver one. Do you have someone to help you with that?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"My partner'll be by for it later. You've seen him: about yea tall, covered in hair. Bad temper. He can manage it." His face softens a little as he watches Bagoas head for the clothes. "I know the acetne might be hard to come by. Do you have it?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Ah, yeah, I've seen him. *sees the change in expression, and smiles a little to himself* We got a little bit of everything with the hardware stock, but let me check... *looks at computer and clicks a few keys, then a few more* That's not something in our standard order. We can special-order it, though, if that's okay. Wouldn't be in til Tuesday. *looks up and waves to his partner stumbling down the stairs*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"I can't wait until Tuesday! I got a cabin that's ankle-deep in firefighting foam. Acetone reduces it to powder so I can sweep it out. I'll take the mattress. I'll go find some clothes."



[[ooc: would Michael not know that nail polish remover is pure acetone?]]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Let's see what we can do. *Googles a bit* Well shit. Nail polish remover is acetone. *shakes head* We should have enough bottles to get the amount you need. Center aisle.

((ooc: Considering I'd be far more likely to wear nail polish than he would and I totally blanked on that fact, probably not.))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han returns from the clothing area (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/261889.html?thread=10455297#t10455297) with two pair of jeans, a pair of slacks, a good shirt and two long-sleeved t-shirts, a sweater and a black leather jacket, as well as 10 bottles of nail polish remover, three brooms, a roll of trashbags, 2 pillows, two sets of double sheets, and a couple of heavy blankets.

"So, with the mattress, what'll it be?"

He notices Ben writing and remembers seeing him kiss the clerk on the cheek. He jerks his head toward the back room. "Your bondmate?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Everything together is $212.17.

*nods at the motion toward Ben* My husband.

((ooc: Sorry for delay, mom is talkative.))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han digs in his pocket. "Thanks. You just made my day look a lot better. Chewie'll be down for the mattress in a while." He flinches.

"I'm short. Take the mattress off the total, and Chewie'll pay for it when he comes down. I'm sorry, Mr. Novotny-Bruckner."

He looks at Ben. "Husband, bondmate, same thing basically. Thought men couldn't get married on this planet, tho'?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*nods and takes off the mattress* $131.42, then.

Marriage laws are different in different places. We got married in Canada, where it's legally binding. The US government doesn't recognize it, yet, but it doesn't make us think of ourselves as anything less than married. Marriage is just a convenient word, anyway, for two people's relationship with one another, legalities aside.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han smiles as he pays. "I remember you telling me he does the cooking. Where I come from, going into someone's clan, taking someone into yours and joining the two are matters of high importance, not a convenience." He glances at Bagoas.

"Thank you again." He starts gathering the bags of stuff to go.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*chuckles as he spins the ring on his left hand* Well, you can ask my mother, we have definitely joined clans, whether the government wants to acknowledge it or not.

Have a good day. Your friend can drop by for the mattress at his convenience. We'll be open until shortly before the ball starts this evening.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*already heading toward the clothes*

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*picks out a few everyday things Han can wear, a lot like what he used to have*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

After collecting about ten bottles of nail polish remover (what the hell was a pint?) and three brooms, Han joins him in the clothes. "what'd you find?"

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*shows him one pair of jeans, one pair of trousers, a button down shirt, a pullover shirt, and a jacket, all eyeballed for size but not definite*

I think these fit you. Is good start?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"It's a great start." He tries the jacket on. "Next size bigger. It's tight in the shoulders."

Han looks thoughtful a minute. "So, are we still going tonight? My costume's a goner."

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

I have idea. You see.. *thinks of the word* craft supply here? *looks around the aisles*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, a couple shelves over from where I got this." He gestures at the nailpolish remover. "I'll get some sheets and pillows and meet you at the register."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Mun is on the phone. Feel free to mod Michael as needed.))

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*searches a bit there*

*picks out a 9 foot long grape leaf garland (http://www.burlapcreations.com/Merchant2/graphics/products/g1010/g1010i.jpg) and a tassled rope (http://www.boscovs.com/wcsstore/boscovs/images/store/product/images/015966463tb95t30.jpg) in beige.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*finds nothing else he needs here and takes his things to the register*

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Making Han an icon of what B is dressing him in.))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

[[Kinda made one already, but if you've got a better one, I'll happily change out and owe you fic.]]

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

((Nope. Seen yours. Yours is better. I'll just stick to tweaking B's.))

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

Ben walks up behind Michael and sets a coffee mug for him on the counter. "Morning sweetheart," he coos in Michael's ear, stealing a brief kiss before wandering to the back of the store to attempt to work on his writing.