Empire Records and Bidet -- Open

[not_entirely]

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

Re: Sales Desk

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Then you are even more talented than I thought. I was on my way to Alfred's and thought I would stop in for a translation of Principal Finn's announcement."

Re: Sales Desk

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Victor was a little confused. and not at all distracted by a Green Day CD

Re: Sales Desk

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter rolled his eyes. "Know your target? We can't welcome him properly if we have no idea where his weaknesses are."

Re: Sales Desk

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor couldn't help but laugh a little. "C'mon, Walter, he's the principal, not a vampire. Well...actually, we don't know that, but still."

He leaned forward and rested his arms on the sales rack to get closer to Walter. "The guy seems like he's a big fan of classic rock. That usually means guitar riffs, bad hair, and a lot of screaming. There are only two types of music that'll make a guy like that cringe."

[ooc: Gotta get to PE. Sorry to leave you hanging like this! Be back on in (hopefully) an hour and a half or so.]

Re: Sales Desk

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter leaned across the rack to grin and plucked a Green Day CD up that Victor had seemed taken with. Good band name, at least.

"Why don't you look this over," he put it in Victor's hand. "and when you're done, come join me at the snack table. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/588771.html?thread=22928355#t22928355) I'll just have a little something to eat while you do that."

Which with Walter is never a little something.