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...?"

[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?"

[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.

[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]

"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.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin grabs a couple of each, and some other food stuffs close by on the shelf.
"now lead me to the clothing , and after that, any microwaves here?"

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Baldrick leads the nice (albeit turnip-hating) customer to the clothes. "Mr. Blackadder wants me to let all the customers know that I'm not allowed to touch the clothing items and that they're safe for you to try on in the fitting room in the back."

He then scuttles off to ask Blackadder just what a microwave is and if they have any in stock.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin takes some shirts, pants, sweaters, and other clothing articles in the change room, and excitedly tries them on. He has never bought his own clothes before.

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Baldrick knocks on the fitting room door. "Sir, Mr. Blackadder tells me we have microwaves in stock. Will you need delivery?"

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

"Yes I will," Orlin calls from the change room, then opens the door in some new togs and continues, "Room #6 at the Mauvais Chance. And by the way," he pauses, "Does this sweater make me look fat?"

[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]

"Fat, sir? No, sir, just well-fed."

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"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.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

"But I have not eaten in 6 years!"

[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]

"Six years, sir? I had an aunt who lived on offal and ditch water her entire life. You look much better than her."

[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."