The Emporium is Open -- Tuesday

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The sign in the window reads:

"The Emporium will be closed over Thanksgiving weekend, Thursday through Sunday. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Michael is not visible from the doorway, but he can be heard rummaging around in the back room and will hear it when a customer enters.

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[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex enters the shop before opening up Blood Gulch Arms herself. She's still out of armour, but she's got her gunblade with her. The bruises and bandage at the back of her neck are still there, but she's moving more freely again.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael looks at the woman and blinks. Yet another unfamiliar face in town? He sees the gunblade and almost laughs at himself. He doesn't recall having seen Tex out of her armor before...which suddenly makes him wonder, especially with the bruises and bandage she's sporting. "Tex? What happened?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Had a fun encounter?" Tex suggests with a grimace.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael gives her a worried look. "Your definition of fun is really, really different from mine, then." He decides not to ask further -- if she wanted to discuss it, she would have -- but he continues to give her worried looks as he takes out a package and puts it on the counter. "The holster arrived early this morning," he says, pointing to the box. "If it doesn't work out, let me know and I'll talk to the craftsman about it."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex ignores the worried looks before it irritates her. She puts the gunblade down on the counter, knowing Michael won't try to take it, and opens up the box. She runs her fingers over the leather and nods approvingly as she picks it up.

"Looks good," she says as she puts it on, right above the holster to her M6D. She's satisfied that it will fit on top of her armour too and then picks up the gunblade, sliding it in its holster. It seems to be balanced well and she looks pleased with it.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael nods. "He does some very nice work, doesn't he? Guess I know who to call if anyone else has a unique request like this."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex nods, her eyes still on the holster and the blade. "Might be a good idea, a lot of the weapons I'm selling don't come with holsters."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"I'll be happy to point anyone who wants a weapon your way if you point the holster business my way." Michael was not into weapons himself, but this would be a good business deal.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex looks up and grins. "Sounds like a fair deal to me," she agrees.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael grins back. "Great. Anything else I can do for you while you're here?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Not unless you've invented those hologram emitters overs the weekend," Tex replies.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael shakes his head. "No such luck. Like I said, if I find anyone who could get them for you, I'll let you know."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex nods. "My own search for it got a bit held back," she says as she picks up the now empty box.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"That's too bad. Good luck finding the stuff, though. You seem pretty resourceful, I'm sure you'll manage."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex laughs, but soon regrets it as her rib isn't all too happy with. "That's one way of putting it. It's been good doing business with you." She says and moves away from the counter.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael nods. "Always a pleasure."