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fandomtownies2005-11-04 08:46 am
The Emporium -- Friday
Michael stared out the front window. What the heck had happened last night? Vandals weren't usually that...perky. Nor did they use bows. He finally saw the flyer and nodded to himself. He plucked some red ribbon from the craft section and one of those ACME bow maker things and started making little ribbon bows that you could pin to your lapel.
The sign remains in the window:
"The Emporium will be closed Saturday/Sunday. Stock up now! We will reopen on Monday."
((ooc: I will be out of town Sat morning - Sun evening, hence sending Michael and Ben on a romantic weekend out of Fandom. :) ))
The sign remains in the window:
"The Emporium will be closed Saturday/Sunday. Stock up now! We will reopen on Monday."
((ooc: I will be out of town Sat morning - Sun evening, hence sending Michael and Ben on a romantic weekend out of Fandom. :) ))

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"Hi Michael, you have pet food and stuff right?" she asks
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because mun can't remember where she said it was when others asked* *Raises an eyebrow* You have a pet now?no subject
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Awwww, kitty!How sweet. I hope we've got what you need. *puts hands on hips* And I expect pictures now of your little baby, you hear me?no subject
what Jonathan? ;DYeah I'm sure he'll be into having his picture taken, I'll bring one as soon as I can, he's really cute!*she goes to get cat food, a black velvet collar, a food bowl and some cat litter*
I'll take these please *she smiles*
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*snicker*That'll be $17.42. So how have you been? Things going all right?no subject
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*hands over bags* Now don't forget the pictures. I want cat pictures.
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*picks up bags*
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((ooc: Michael is still totally oblivious to the fact that this is the guy his mom tossed out of the diner))
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((oh thank God cos Paige has no idea about it or she'd kill him))
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((ooc: I know the feeling.))
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That'll be $9.95. *hands her a red ribbon bow with a pin attached* Seems like the appropriate thing for today, don't you think?
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Shifting her goods around slightly, she nods politely to Michael. "Thank you again, Mr. Novotny-Bruckner. Will I see you there tonight?"
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