The Emporium -- Sunday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael flipped the sign from "closed" to "open" and sat down behind the counter. He was feeling a little down; he and Ben had seen Hunter off at the bus station earlier that morning, and he was missing his son already, even though they'd see him again in a couple of weeks, over Thanksgiving. He sighed and cupped his chin in his hand. Maybe someone would come in and distract him.

((Will be slow to respond this afternoon, but feel free to stop in.))

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks into the store, with a list that is glowing blue. He starts looking around for the materials he needs. The Death of Rats can be seen squeaking after him.

For those that can't see him, there is a sense of productive, impending dread.*

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael jumps at the voice. He doesn't see anybody, but there's a glowing blue list hovering several feet above the floor in front of him. This is a new one for Michael: an invisible person. With a really strange, commanding voice. And whose presence brings a sense of dread. Ooooookay. "Um, hi. What can I help you find?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael blinks. Letter campaign. Political booth. He is not even going to ask, just in case it's something that would make him laugh and this invisible person decided to kick his ass. "Art supplies, poster board and envelopes should be down the stationery aisle there," Michael points, not knowing if this person can even see him, "and I'll go in the back and pull out one of the card tables." He goes to get it, wondering if this person's money is invisible too. He brings the table out and sets it by the counter.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks down the aisle, swishing past Michael, leaving a chill in his wake. The Death of Rats scampers over your Michael's foot, leaving a sudden feeling of mortality. Or maybe it just itches annoyingly.

He picks up about two dozen poster boards, acrylic paint in as many loud, obnoxious colors as he can find, and, after some thought, he picks up a set of flowery stencils. Finally, he picks up what has to be at least a thousand envelopes.

As he returns, he whistles what he hopes is a revolutionary tune. Since he has no lips, anyone in the area can hear what appears to be a whooshing of Yankee Doodle.

He drops his items on the counter.*

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael wonders where the draft came from, and shivers. He raises an eyebrow as items are placed on the counter before him. Upon hearing the question, Michael purses his lips in thought. "Pens and paper? For writing letters?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*The Death of Rats scampers back the aisle, retreiving several boxes of pens and reams of paper.*

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Michael totals up the items, eyeing the empty space before him, trying to figure out if he could maybe see a shimmer of the person who was but wasn't there. He bag the items he can. "That'll be $51.42."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH drops several gold coins, with a skull on one side and a scythe on the other, on the counter. They likely exceed the value requested.*

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac walks into the store and waves at Michael and then proceeds to throw every single battery available at the store into his cart and pull it up to the register.

"Do you guys have any more batteries in the back? Sorry to clear you out like this but I need every one that you might have in stock. Oooo. Wait. Do you have car batteries?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael raises an eyebrow as he answers. "I think we've got four or five car batteries back by the hardware section. I'll check in the back to see if we've got anything else." Returning from the back, Michael puts two more display boxes of AA batteries on the counter. "Do I even want to know what this is for?"

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac gives him a big grin. "Another class project. Go ahead and start ringing me up. I'll be right back."

Mac leaves for a minute and comes back with the five car batteries.

"I'll take these too."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael's good with the cash register, but it still takes him a few minutes to total everything up. He double-bags so that he can put as many of the batteries as possible in each bag. "$295.62. Oh that's right, the pumpkins. How did that go?"

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac pulls out his credit card and hands it over to Michael. "The pumpkins were a hit. In more ways than one. I'm still finding pumpkins seeds in my hair."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael takes the card and runs it. He hands over the receipt and a pen. "They were projectiles, then? Who had to clean up the mess? Hopefully not you."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac nods and signs the receipt. "Yep. I had them build devices to toss the pumpkins. They all did pretty good too. We all cleaned up the mess, but that inevitably led to a pumpkin guts fight. Fun but messy."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael laughed. "Sorry I missed that." He put the bags of batteries up on the counter. "You going to make it back with all of this all right? You can take one of the carts, if it'll help."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"I've got my Jeep out back. It's a little tough getting around an island as small as this, but it does the job. Thanks for the offer though."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"No problem. Have a good evening. And good luck with the project." Michael waves at the battery collection.