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The Emporium is open -- Tuesday

He might be distracted by other things in his life right now, but Michael couldn't ignore the hair standing up at the back of his neck. Something was in the air, and knowing Fandom, it probably wasn't something good. He debated opening the shop, but finally did. However, he kept one of the handy-dandy cricket bats with him behind the counter today.

((ooc: As noted here, as long as you leave my boys intact and don't cause a major disaster [fire, flood, major structural damage], you're welcome to come break windows, knock over shelves, destroy merchandise, etc. I don't know how much I'll be on during the day today, though, so if you want to actually interact with freaked out Michael, that'll have to be slow play. Otherwise assume he's hiding behind the counter in terror, clutching the cricket bat.))

((ooc2: Please do not ignore Tobias. He's Michael's employee and is pretty much in charge of things because I'm busy in RL. You will probably not get me responding to much until after 7 MST.))

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Early in the morning a short figure wearing a large dark coat and hat rides up on a horse. This might be disconserting if not for the fact that familer orange braids poke out from under the hat and the white horse is covered in coforting black spots.

Pippi enters the shop. The coat and hat are to big for her. She looks like she killed a pirate to keep warm... (and may have. but you don't know that...)

"Good morning." she says as Old Man slinks off behind the shop.

((ooc: slowplay untill later... and don't f with my horse pls!

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Tobias comes from the back room, hearing the customers come in. He smiles politely at the cat and pigtailed girl.
"Good morning. Can I help you find anything?"

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"Erm... no, not really. I don't think we've met." Tobias crouches down to Puss's level and smiles. "I'm Tobias."

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Tobias nods, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Puss." He stands. "Yeah, I work for Michael here ~~and since I'm a hawk most of the time, I have no need for condoms, sorry...~~."

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Tobias stepped back from the poke. "Uh, no. Most rules are in place for a good reason, and I haven't found any that should be broken..."
"I assume that's what the fires and shooting were about in the park?" Tobias looked like he was personally upsetted by those events, and very annoyed, if not even a bit angry.

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"Yeah..." Tobias looks down and sighs. Shaking his head to snap out of it, he puts on another smile. "I'd better let you continue with your shopping. Be sure to let me know if you need me for anything."

"Hey, Tobias. Sorry to leave you fending for yourself with the customers today," he says during a lull in business. While he's come out from behind the counter, the cricket bat is still firmly gripped in his hand. "How have you been?"

Tobias looks to the bat and shrugs. "The customers who came in have been nice, but I've gotten quite a bad feeling lately." Leaning against the counter, he looks down. "The fires and shooting in the park certainly didn't help..."
He tussles his hair a bit with one hand, looking a bit tired. "Do you know what's gotten into people lately?"

"Mayor Red disappeared. Apparently so have the police...haven't seen any pass by. Chaos is coming, by my guess. I'm not very instinctive, but this is getting to me." Michael frowns. "The park...man, I'm sorry. That's gotta be making your life hell. If you'd feel safer staying with us, or somewhere in or on top of the building tonight, you're welcome to it."

Michael sighed. "Not to add to your miseries, but...we may be moving soon. Ben's taking a job in Belgium and leaving the end of this week, and...I have to decide when or if I'm following him." He glanced up nervously at a noise outside the building. "With all of this going on, I might just try to hop the same plane. I'm sorry to leave you hanging like that, though. I don't know who will buy the place or whether you'd still have a job."

Sighing heavily, Tobias nods. "Any added security is definitely appreciated, Michael. Thank you. I hope Ben would be okay with me staying for a little bit." He smiles gratefully.

Hearing that Michael and Ben were both leaving, the smile fades. "Oh... I... I'm glad that Ben found a good job," he stumbles a little, shocked by the fact that the only two people he trusted here were leaving. Putting on a smile, he tries to reassure Michael. "I'm sure I can find something. A job's not everything, especially to a hawk," he laughs a little.

"Ben's as unnerved about all this as I am. I'm sure he wouldn't object to having you stay." Michael shuddered. "Who knows when talons may come in handy, anyway?"

"I'm sorry to lay this on you so suddenly. It was laid on me rather suddenly, to be honest. You'll keep in touch, right? And if you need anything, I'll do whatever I can to help."

((ooc: Because LJ is being a turd. :P))

Pippi hears the purring and looks down at Puss. Removing her own hat uncovers a small monkey who looks vaguely annoyed at the sudden influx of light.

"Hi"

((ooc: because I'm at work gimme 30 min and I'll be at lunch.

Standing aside, Tobias crosses his arms and looks at the monkey, redhead, and cat, amused.

"Hello, no I think I can find what I need on my own. Thank you very much." I don't think I've met either of you before. Are you new here like me?"

"I've been here for a little while, but not long enough to meet most people." Tobias smiles and holds out a hand to shake. "My name's Tobias," he introduces himself, then points to the monkey. "Nice monkey."

Mr. Neilson does a smart little bow and doffs his hat to Tobias when he is pointed at.

"He is," she said, then looked pointedly at the monkey, "Today. His name is Mr. Neilson. I'm Pippi. Longstocking. Pippi Longstocking."

Pippi found herself wishing she did need help finding what she needed for some reason suddenly.

"Do you work here?"

Tobias nods. "Yeah, I work for Michael. It's pretty nice here ~~when people aren't setting fires near your nest~~, and Michael's a really nice guy. I take it you're a student?"

Pippi nodded, trying to work out how old Tobias was, she was a poor judge of age.

"He is a nice guy." she said. "Yes, I just started this semester, it's going pretty well so far. I'm a Freshman."

"I hope you like it here," Tobias says, smiling charmingly. "I'll let you go ahead with your shopping. Be sure to let me know if you need anything."
Putting his hands in his pockets, Tobias looks around the store for something he needed to straighten up.

Is charmed.

"Of course..." she watches him walk off.

Mr. Neilson watches her watching and yanks on one of her braids.

"Ow! Yeah yeah, Ring Dings, right..."

She buys a box of Drake's Cakes Ring Dings and a cricket bat.

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Pippi kneels down and shakes his paw with a firm, but not painful, handhake.

"Hello! I'm Pippi Longstocking... I'm also in boots. Are you here with The Baron?" She asked. "This is Mr. Neilson." she adds, indicating the monkey on her shoulder.

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At the creepy smile, Mr. Neilson gives Puss a sideways glance of "I've got my eye on you fella."

"Well, he looks rather like you, appart from..." she doesn't want to say 'being feline' since Puss doesn't seem to like the word, "The obvious, so I thought you might be related."

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"Yes sir." she responded, "I'm a new Freshman this semester. I have not seen you at school, I take it you live in town?"

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"I like this pair." she says, "I like 'em so much I have another set just like 'em! But I'll be sure to drop by the next time we have a dance!"

Pippi finds it not at all ironic that a cat who only wears a hat, cape, belt, and boots works at a clothing store. Nope, not ironic at all.

"Oh, I'm liking it very much." she said in answer to his question. "It's really the best school I've been to!." once again, not mentioning she'd only ever been to one other school... twice.

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Mr Neilson doffs his hat to Puss...in boots!

"Oh, I can have things much scarier than just talons." Tobias says, smirking slightly.

Shaking his head, Tobias says, "Don't be sorry about the timing, you had no control over it. I do thank you for your generocity and kindness."
Tobias sighs and picks up a broom. "Something to keep my mind off things..." he says, and begins idly sweeping. Looks like the nest he built might indeed be better for the pair of hawks that fought for it a month ago... if things ever calm down, he hopes they come back.

Michael tries to find something comforting to say, but the words escape him. "I'll let Ben know you're staying with us," he says quietly, and jogs up the stairs to the apartment.

((ooc: If I open up Ben and Michael's apartment tonight to whomever might be passing by, should I just mod Tobias as being in the spare bedroom? We'll try to be quiet for the resting hawk, I promise. :P))

[OCD Plot Note: This occurs between the trip to Zordon's office and going to the pool]

Victor walked in and waved at the stranger behind the counter. "Hey! Does this place have a key-copying machine?"

In between scrambling up and down the stairs trying to keep things in order at home and in the shop, Michael (cricket bat still in hand) spots Victor. "Hi there. I'm afraid we don't...considering how many people have asked, I really should have gotten one in."

((ooc: Sorry, it was established previously we don't have one. I think I sent them to the NPC locksmith before.))

[ooc: No prob. I'll just assume he goes there, then. No use wasting a thread for a post like that.]

"Maybe you should," Victor agreed. His smile turned into a look of confusion, however, when he saw the bat. "You play cricket?"

"Huh?" Michael looked down at his hand. He'd almost forgotten he was carrying the bat. "Er, no. It's more for...self-defense." He frowned. "It seems the police force is not up to par at the moment. If something happens, I just want to be ready."

Victor raised an eyebrow, and something in Michael's expression echoed within him. He felt a sudden urge to jump a few places on his mental "to do" list, but resisted. Walter was expected to be more professional, so he would try to be as well.

"I heard something about that, but I didn't know it was that bad. I...I hope everything goes alright." Reluctantly, he waved a goodbye, and rushed off to go get that key copy.

Having spent the better part of five days cooped up in dorms or in class, Lyta decided she had to have something to drink other than water and whatever they are passing off as liquids in the cafeteria. A few odds and ends were needed as well, such as some snacks and school supplies.

~~Much like Alfred (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/566147.html),~~ She is much more than she seems. No one here -- aside from Ivanova -- knows what she is capable of, even Lyta herself. Things have changed somewhat, though she suspects what lurks within her. Still, she made it to the Emporium well enough. Now she wants only to get her things and get back to the dorms without having to test her limits.

"Can I help you?"

((ooc: Sorry, I had gone to bed before this was posted))

Lyta offers a slight smile. "I'm looking for a few things -- drinks, a new notebook, a few different colored ink pens, and food that I can keep easily in the room."

[No worries. I posted right before my own bedtime. I saw your note earlier, so I thought a response might be delayed. =) ]

Michael nodded. "I see you've heard about the cafeteria food. School supplies are on aisle 10. Drinks are on aisle 4, and ready-to-eat stuff that doesn't have to be refrigerated is on aisle 6." She seems alert and pretty capable of taking care of herself, so Michael pushes down every urge he has to play mother hen to a girl walking around alone in the town right now.

"Thanks." She turns toward the aisles, then pauses. "Oh, and where could I find something that plays music, maybe a radio?"

"Radios and boom boxes and that sort of thing are on aisle 13."

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