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Paige walks in to the shop carrying a rather long list looking slightly stressed and mentally hoping Sawyer won't freak at her for throwing Boone a party.

"Morning Michael," she says, "who are you and Ben?"

"Hey, kiddo. Haven't seen you in a while. We're good. How are things at school?"

((ooc: sorry for the delay, work is a bitch right now.))

She smiles, "yeah I know sorry, it's getting close to finals and..." she sighs, "there's a lot of work! Other than that stuff's good."

"I'm trying to throw a suprise party tonight," she says

((np I'm trying to do the actual work mentioned above, tis not going so well!))

Michael nods. "School is supposed to be hard work, isn't it? At least the session will be over soon." He smiles. "So what are you going to need for this party?"

((ooc: refrains from suggesting geisha theme like Emmett did for Ben's birthday in S2))

Paige consults her list, "right well I'm dealing with the guests, only it's really short notice so I'm kinda freaking about that, so erm I will be needing food and decorations I guess, I'm thinking navy blue?"

She pauses to reply to the first commonet since she's briefly not in party freak out mode!

"and yeah I guess it is only, I think I took too many classes and I should probably have been starting on stuff before now!"

Michael goes down the party aisle and pulls out some streamers in dark blue, with matching plates, forks and cups. along with a silvery "happy birthday" banner. "You sure you don't want something more exciting? This (http://www.shindigz.com/catalog2.cfm?caid=496585) is kind of cute." He holds up the theme set for her to see.

Paige looks over the set, with in being December it just doesn't quite feel right, she looks at the aisle a little more closely.

"Oh Spongebob! (http://www.shindigz.com/catalog2.cfm?caid=496593) everyone likes Spongebob right? Maybe I'll go for those instead ~~since the mun has already picked out a SB cake~~. I like the banner though."

"erm you don't think maybe this is a little kiddie for a seventeenth do you?"

"As long as the person has a sense of humor, nothing is too 'kiddie.' Take it from me, celebrate your youth while you've got it."

She nods, "yeah I'm pretty sure he'll like it, I just want him to have fun, since he seemed kinda annoyed yesterday that no one knew about his birthday."

She looks over at the party cakes and actually glees "and we have the perfect cake!" (http://www.thecakefairy.co.uk/pages/spongebobpage.html)she actually kinda enjoying this, "erm any suggestions on the type of food I should serve? Would seafood just be like weird?" she frowns

((that link just did not just want to work for me! sorry, hopefully this time!))

"Well, if he was annoyed no one knew it was his birthday, I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture."

Michael shrugged. "I don't think so. Fits the theme, doesn't it? Maybe some shrimp, crab salad with crackers, stuff that's easy to pick up or pile on a plate."

She nods, figuring she'll get a few other things too, just in case Boone's allergic ~~though he probably isn't or he'd have been screwed on that island~~.

"right so if I get say three of those Spongebob sets, the cake, and some fishy stuff." okay this was starting to sound like actual work now!

"I guess I'll get a few things for sandwiches too just in case people don't like fish, and maybe some chocolate cupcakes?" she nods to herself.

"So when's your birthday Michael?"

"Your friend better appreciate this party, considering the time and expense you're putting into it." He shakes his head. "Wouldn't you like to know when my birthday is?" He teases. "I don't really do birthdays anymore. It just reminds me how old I am. But I'll be adding another tick mark at the end of March."

Paige smiles, "oh come on, you know you want me to throw you a theme party" Paige has a sudden thought of Geoff trying to come to terms with Spongebob, and starts laughing a little.

"do you think I need anything else or will this be enough?"

Michael looks over the items. "I would say you're doing pretty good. Punch, maybe? Or soda?"

She nods, "I knew I'd forget something! I think I'll take take say 4 bottles of various soda, with everything I need to do for tonight I think making punch is beyond the call of duty!"

She takes a deep breath cos she's about to start freaking out again, "thank you Michael."

Michael chuckles. "Take a deep breath, Paige. No one's going to care what you might have forgotten. They're just going to care that you remembered. Sometimes it really is the thought that counts." He started tallying the groceries. "And this thought's going to cost you a pretty penny. $92.42."

Right so the party's gonna be his birthday present then! It's a good job she has a super hot rich boyfriend really isn't it?

"Wow that's quite a lot isn't it? Oh well as long as he has fun!" she says handing over her credit card.

Michael takes the card and swipes it. "I'm sure it'll be worth it. Maybe some of your friend's other friends would pitch in on the cost?" He hands her the card back, along with the receipt and a pen.

She frowns a little, "he doesn't actually have that many friends, he had to go away for a while during the semester so he didn't meet many people and I doubt Sawyer'd want to chip in, he has problems with him, which'll be fun tonight!" She shrugs, Sawyer'd help her out with money for Christmas at least.

She signs the receipt and hands it back, "shame it's up at the school really, you and Ben could have could for a while!"

"It's a nice thought, although we would probably be out of place with a bunch of teenagers anyway." He shakes his head. "We're more than twice your age." Taking on an old-man voice, he adds, "You young'uns don't know what tough really is. We had to walk to school in seven miles of snow. Uphill. Both ways." Michael winks with a grin.

Paige laughs "hey the school isn't that near! Maybe I'll do something in town for then," she grins "cos you'd give me a discount then right?"

Michael grins. "Well, I suppose I'd feel obligated to then." A thought suddenly comes to him. "We're supposed to be organizing some Christmas caroling around town. We haven't decided on a date yet, probably the end of next week. Would you be interested? And would you help us spread the word up at the school ~~if Mun ever gets half a chance to make a flier~~?"

She thinks for a moment, "Caroling huh? Sure that might be fun and of course I'll stick some fliers up, no problem! Just you know call me when it's all worked out and I'll come pick them up!"

I'll do that. You take care and remember to have fun at this party yourself. Don't spend all your time stressing over the preparations."

She smiles, "I will don't worry, I'll have evrything set up before anyone arrives then just party I guess!"

Tobias flaps to the window just as Paige leaves. "Man, there are a lot of pretty girls around here..." he thinks, and sighs heavily. "Not as beautiful as Rachel though..." Tobias stays where he is for a long time before snapping out of his grief and pecking at the window.
Michael hears Tobias's voice in his head.
//"Michael! It's Tobias! Can you open the door or window, it's cold here!"//

Michael walks to the door and holds it open. "We're going to have to make you a special door, like a doggy door, so you can get in on your own." He starts brainstorming how you'd make a bird-appropriate flap-door.

Michael hears Tobias laughing in his head. //"Yeah, you're probably right, hehe."//
He flies to the back room and emerges a minute later in the same long sleeved shirt as yesterday and jeans. He brushes his hair around bit with his hands and smiles to Michael.
"G'morning. I hope the thoughtspeech didn't alarm you."

Michael shakes his head. "No more than if someone had called out to me." He gestures to the coffeepot, the sleeve of the baggy sweater covering his hand. "There's coffee, if you want to warm up." He pushes the ends of the sleeves up over his elbows.

"Thanks, Michael." Tobias said, smiling. He hadn't had coffee in a long time, and decided against all common sense to have some. The caffeine would probably be out of his system before he transformed into a smaller being and became an uber-wired-birdie.
He pours a cup and drinks it, wincing at the bitterness. Then, dumping loads of sugar and creamer into it, he tastes it again. Much better. At least it's warm. Tastes would always be something that he missed about being human.
Cupping the mug with both hands she leans against the counter. "Do you listen to the radio here?"

"Not very often. I find it kind of distracting, although I suppose I should be pumping in holiday tunes this time of year."

"They seem to have this gossip show on sometimes... and they somehow found out I'm a hawk." He seems slightly disturbed by this. "When I first became an An... what I am... secrecy was key to our survival. I don't know how this is going to affect things..." He takes a sip of the coffee.

"Mmm. I've heard it a few times. They seem to have eyes and ears everywhere; they may have even figured it out from you flying in here." Michael leans against the counter. "I can understand wanting to keep it quiet, but honestly -- in this town with zombies, vampires and gremlins -- I don't think you have much to worry about. There are a lot of unusual...people about, and pretty much no one gives it a second thought. Although in hawk form, you might want to steer clear of Cat and Puss-in-Boots."

Their bikes roared and fell silent as they parked outside. The brothers pushed in the door and fanned out as they always did, Yazoo heading for the marshmallow isle. Scooping up two bags, he headed for the cocoa.

Leaving Kadaj by the door, Loz headed straightaway to the counter, giving Michael a grin as he plopped his list down.

Michael warily eyes the three as they spread out. He nods to Loz. "What can I do for you?"

Yazoo looked up at Michael and gave him a smile, still wandering around looking for more stuff.

"Can you get chemicals shipped?" Loz asked, his finger tapping the paper in front of him. "I have a list of cleaning solvent type chemicals."

Michael furrows his brow. "They have to go through special channels to ship it, so it costs more than normal shipping, but it can be done."

"Fine," Loz said. He pulled the paper back and tore off the top half. Sliding the bottom half over to Michael, was a list of commercially available solvents. "You can get them from Amalgamated Car Care Products."

Michael looks at the list and looks the items up on the website. He sets up an order to find the shipping total and add it in as well. "That will run $72.50, including the shipping. Should be here on Tuesday. Is that reasonable?"

"It's good," Loz said. He pulled out his money and counted out $73, sliding it across to the counter to Michael.

Yazoo dumped an armload of stuff on the counter. Mostly marshmallow bags and hot chocolate and other junk food items. Looking at the pile, Loz shook his head and was met with an 'indulge me I'm pissed' expression. He smiled at Michael though and leaned on the counter to wait to get rung up.

Michael places the order, then takes the money and gives Loz 50 cents in change, along with a receipt. He looks up to see Yazoo's cascade of sugary items on the counter. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, he allows a half-smile as he starts ringing them up. "That'll be $18.42."

Yazoo looked pointedly at Loz. With a roll of his eyes, Loz pulled out more money and flapped it on the counter.

Seeing Michael's tiny smile, Yazoo smiled pleasantly back. While they did the money, he reached over the counter, grabbed a bag for his stuff and started bagging.

Michael takes the money. He takes a startled step backward as Yazoo reaches over the counter, but relaxes when he realizes it wasn't a grab for him. He returns the change to Loz and picks up a second bag for the items.

Seeing the step back, Yazoo laughed and blew Michael a kiss. He finished bagging and dragged it off the counter. With a wave, he headed for the door.

Loz shook his head. Grabbing his change, he pushed up from the counter. "Tuesday," he said and headed out behind his brothers.

Tobias also watches them ~~like a hawk~~ cautiously. He doesn't want to be so quick to judge, but his instincts indicate something iffy about these guys.

[ooc: Maybe we can put it in the right thread this time...
3rd time's the charm, I swear]

The Emporium is open -- Friday

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