http://mikeys-ben.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2006-01-04 09:12 am
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The Emporium is open -- Wednesday

Ben opened the store and busied himself with straightening items on shelves while his husband was on the phone, tracking down missing inventory shipments.
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[identity profile] replicarter.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Determined to get out of her shell and actually visit the shops of Fandom Town, Eighth wanders into the Emporium, curious to see what they offer.

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben smiles at the stranger. "Good morning. Is there something I can help you find? Groceries are to your left, clothing is to your right, everything else is in the middle aisles." They really needed some signage for the place. Maybe he'd work on that on the computer when it was slow.

[identity profile] replicarter.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hello," she says, returning the smile. Biting her lip and feeling slightly awkward, she asks, "Do you have any umbrellas? I seem to have lost mine and need a new one."

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're in a freestanding display on aisle 9." Ben also makes a mental note to move the display to the front. With the rainy weather they've had, having the display in sight might sell a few more of them.

[identity profile] replicarter.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods and thanks him before moving towards aisle 9. Rummaging gently through the stock of umbrellas they have, she pulls out a sleek grey one and smiles. It’s not as if she needs one, but she remembers walking in the rain with one of these when she was human, so … might as well indulge in a little sense memory.

A small display of gloves catches her eyes and she grabs a pair of those as well. It’s cold and she should keep up appearances.

“Sir?” she asks. “Where do I check out?”

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right up here." Ben steps behind the counter and up to the register, ringing up the items. "That'll be $12.42."

[identity profile] replicarter.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She pulls out a crisp twenty and passes it over to him, eyeing a decorative metalic-looking item in the corner with a bit of longing.

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben takes the bill and returns the change, as well as a bag with the items in it. He turns to see what she's looking at. "Is there something else you'd like?"

[identity profile] replicarter.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh no, no thank you," she says, takign the bag with a smile and forcing herself to be good.

[identity profile] mikeys-ben.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Have a good day, then."
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