Empire Records and Bidet -- Open

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Lucas gave the sales floor one last glance before nodding to the members of Marc and opening up the shop for the first time.

In honor of the occasion which to be honest, Lucas didn't expect THAT many people to attend, after all, what with the excitement of the snow monster attack, they'd only had one day to advertize, and no newsprogram to take over and advertise with Lucas had set out an assortment of snacks including Eddie's "special recipe" brownies and beverages all of which were spiked. All of the artwork and posters were marked down by 25%, the listening stations were pristine and never would be again, and the stereo system was blasting a delightful mix of early nineties alternative and Gwar including Counting Crows, the Cranberries, the Mieces and Gwar and the Flaming Lips. Pearl Jam would not, under any circumstances, be played.

Everything was in order. He opened the door, hung the Grand Opening Art sale! sign on the front window, and headed back to the backroom for a quick nap.

Mark and Marc could handle whatever customers happened to wander through for the first hour or so.

[ooc: the band members are godmodable, though I'll probably mostly take on Mark.]

Comments

Sales Floor

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For all your music and art and bidet needs.

Re: Sales Floor

[nadiathesaint]

Figuring brain-meltage via Chemistry was a bad thing, and that she wasn't meeting up with Walter to find Furball until later, Nadia decided to check out the music store she'd seen advertised in town.

Of course, she was next to broke and wouldn't get another check from her parole officer until next week, but, well, that had never stopped her before.

It didn't take her long to find the music she'd heard on that movie last week. She'd been keeping her eyes out for the various sales clerks the whole time she was in the store, and none of them were near her, so she surreptitiously slipped the CD into her backpack and continued browsing.

Re: Sales Floor

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Lucas crept up behind the little punkish looking girl quietly.

First day open, and already he had a shoplifter.

Joe would be proud.

"How now, Brown Cow?"

Re: Sales Floor

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova had definitely noticed Marc yesterday, so she slowed as she limped by on the way to work and decided to pop in. She had no idea what Lyta's musical tastes were, but maybe she'd find something to put up on their walls. So she limped in and began browsing.

Re: Sales Floor

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Joe-Bob, Marc band member number 2, wandered by Ivanova. "Can I help you find something?"

Re: Sales Floor

[theharperisgood.livejournal.com]

During his lunchbreak, Harper wandered into the store and started checking it out. Who knew he might be about to find one of the legendary lost albums of twenty-first century, like "Brittany Spears's Madame Butterfly".

Re: Sales Floor

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LastDave, Marc band member number 15, watched Harper walk by from where he was sprawled out on the floor by the "Oh my god, why?" section.

"D'ya want help 'r somethin'?"

Sales Desk

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Need help finding anything? Wanna buy something? Wanna tease the poor, stoned, shock-goth-rockers?

Re: Sales Desk

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor had seen the sign that morning, and decided to stop by. Once inside, he nodded and said "Cool." This place looked like somewhere he could have fun hanging out at.

He approached the nearest salesperson and asked, "Hey, do you guys have black lights here?"

Re: Sales Desk

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Dave, Marc band member number six, looked around vaguely. "Oh. Hey. I, uh, I dunno. Lemme check with tha boss." He hit an intercom buzzer. "Um, boss? Help?"

Re: Sales Desk

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter comes in with a list of references from Dewey's Dewey's morning announcement (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/581213.html). He's going to find out more about this stuff if it makes his ears bleed.

Re: Sales Desk

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Dave blinked at Walter. "Dude. Ska. Niiiiice."

Re: Sales Desk

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor was still a little breathless as he approached the counter with the Pink Floyd CD. He waited in line, and as soon as he was rung up he walked quickly out of the store and back to the dorms.

Listening Stations

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Each station has a sign that reads "One person at a time, please"

Below is a smaller sign reading: "Please clean up any mess left after breaking the one person at a time rule"

Re: Listening Stations

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((*wants to pratice ballet (to Romeo and Juliet if I remember correctly) while Mark dusts me for some strange reason*))

Re: Listening Stations

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[this can be arranged. . . .]

Re: Listening Stations

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor took Walter over to one of the stations and modded explained how they worked. "Okay, basically you scan the barcode in, and the station will automatically go to to the CD you scanned. Now here," he said, handing him the Mandy Moore one, "Listen to the first track."

Re: Listening Stations

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter put the headphones on and shook his head, making a face.

"Are you angry with me?"

The Snack Table

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The brownies look especially tasty.

Re: Listening Stations

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Joey, Marc band member number 12, was manning the snacks. This involved a great deal of rechecking the inventory, which was dropping at a satisfactory rate . . . despite the fact that no customers had come over, yet.

Re: Listening Stations

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige followed Mark and smiled at the guy by the table before picking up a brownie and smiling at Mark, she had a feeling Sex Cultures was going to be more interesting than usual today and she was very glad it was the class she had.

She took a large bite since she'd skipped breakfast cos hello she's a teenage girl.

"These are pretty good, did you make them?" she asks Mark

((I must flee for a short while but I will so be back and I can see Paige spending a lot of time here!))

Re: The Snack Table

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter grabs a paper plate and starts loading up with some of everything.

Brownies. Yum. He grabs extras.

Re: The Snack Table

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[ooc: that'll make Alfred's tutoring session interesting . . . pictures it like a scene out of That 70s Show, complete with moving wallpaper . . . O.o]

Re: The Snack Table

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor finally joined his boyfriend, deciding to get the CD.

Re: The Snack Table

[nadiathesaint]

One bite of the brownies told Nadia exactly what the secret ingredient was, so she decided to grab a handful and put them in her backpack for later.

Once she found Furball, she'd have herself a little party. It would take her mind off the questions Lorne's reading from last night had raised, if nothing else.