All and Sundries, 2/1

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Edmund is in, feeling much better and reading a Hallmark catalogue and laughing derisively.

However, he's also penciling in items on the order sheet.

Baldrick is in, attempting to re-organize after Artie's catastrophic reorganization of Sunday in which he put most of the items in places where people could find them. What was the fun in that, after all? Shopping and scavenger hunt in one - that was Baldrick's cunning plan for making people spend more time in All and Sundries.

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[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

The Baron strolls into the store, takes one look at the looming shelves, and decides that he should probably ask for help to find anything above eye level. Otherwise known as the bottom shelf.

He jumped lithely up onto the counter with a small bow. "Excuse me, my good man, but I find myself in need of tea. The best looseleaf you have."

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

There was a cat standing on the counter.

A cat.

One that had not donated its fur to his useless robes of state.

One that was speaking.

Edmund closed his eyes and found that the cat was still looking at him when he opened them again.

But would it speak again?

"I have a wide selection, being rather particular about tea myself. Do you have a preference?"

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"Earl Grey, hot" the Baron replied, not noticing Edmund's 'this must be what going mad feels like' moment. "If you have it."

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"What sort of Englishman would I be if I did not?" Edmund was operating on auto-pilot, snapping his fingers for Baldrick to fetch a packet of leaves.

"You'll forgive my impertinence, but, unless it's ergot poisoning yet again, you appear to be a cat...?"

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

The Baron nodded with a wee smile on his muzzle. "I am, indeed, a cat. Or close enough. In fact, I am the one who is surprised. You are the first in Fandom who has given pause over my, ah, appearance."

[[Sorry for the vanish. Had a clan war to attend.]]

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"I am still trying to decide if I am indeed running a business in a small town almost two hundred years in my future, or if I have hit my head on something and well on my way to expiration. Both seem equally likely."

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"I hope then, that you swiftly resolve your confusion," the Baron replied. "And hopefully before you do, indeed, expire from the head trauma."

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin wanders into the store. There is that talking cat again, it seems to get around.
He waits for his turn, he need some supplies for his room in Mauvais Chance, it is such a nuisance to actually have to eat. he thinks to himself.

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Edmund notices the nude man from the park and waves Baldrick to assist the derelict. It's all he deserves.

"May I help you, sir?" asks Baldrick. He may be fetid, but he's polite.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin wonders why that man seems to be undressing him with his eyes, Oh wait, he had seen him nude in the park, luckily he had some clothing now though.
"I need food, something healthy but yummy, and some more clothing I think" Orlin says after a pause.

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"You can never go wrong with a good turnip, sir."

If Orlin follows the stinky little man to the turnips, he will no doubt notice the clothing shelved between the flea shampoo and the louse combs.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

"Actually I was thinking more along the lines of Macaroni, and salads, turnips just sound wrong." Orlin smiles blithely, that man must think I am a total tool Orlin muses to himself, and then grins at the English Prig with a stick up you know where "Is that the clothing there between the shampoo and bug combs?"

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Baldrick looks at Orlin, completely dumbfounded. "But they're turnips, sir!"

In response to Orlin's question, he nods. "Yes the clothes are there, but turnips should always come first, shouldn't they, sir?"

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

He is amused though by the little Englishman, he makes note to stop by more often if he needs supplies, like a microwave.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

"I never did like turnips" He says with disgust in his voice, though his eyes are smiling, "I always prefered something similar to chocolate, but not with caramel."

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Baldrick shakes his head sadly at the poor misguided soul who cannot see the wonder of turnips.

"Yes sir. Chocolate and macaroni, sir. Right over here." Where indeed, the Hershey's chocolate sauce and the macaroni are shelved right next to each other.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige walks in after her visit to Empire Records and smiles at the man ((either's fine)) she notes the unusual clothing and figures this must be someone else from a few centuries ago, probably later than Geoff though.

"I was looking for art supplies," she says

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"Yes, my dear, allow me to help you." Edmund bustles out from behind the counter, shooing away Baldrick. "An artist are you?"

He can lead her to the corner of the shop where the art supplies are shelved next to the cooking oil and the pickled pigs feet.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

"Erm kinda, I mean I'd like to be, I'm just working on some stuff now to be shown at Chaucer's. I'm Paige by the way" she replies following him to the corner and looking at pig's feet.

"Are you expecting to "sell a lot of those?" to her credit she hasn't 'ewwww' not verbally anyway.

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"Edmund Blackadder, the pleasure is mine."

He glanced at the pigs feet in question and waved at them dismissively. "I tried to obtain a diverse stock and my dogsbody will consider them an excellent Christmas bonus."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige had almost forgotten the excellent manners people seemed to have in the past.

"Diverse is one word for it I guess," she looks at his clothes again, "Do you mind if I ask when you're from, my...employer is from the 14th century, you remind me a little of him." she asks as she looks through the supplies for oil paints

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"I fled left London in 1814. Imagine my surprise to find myself here, but I shan't complain if all the ladies are as lovely as you."

From the 14th century? Talking cats? Attacking snowmen?

He wasn't questioning anything after this first week.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Just before he excited the shop, Orlin turned around and shouted across the store, "If you have any toasters or other damged electronics, let me know, I will buy them."

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind," Edmund muttered as he turned away to smile at another boring NPC customer.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

[ooc: please do, Orlin is a mechanical genius and need a lot of spare parts, and he can use a whole lot of unsellable items that no one else will buy, good profit eh?]