All and Sundries, 3/13

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Who says the 13th has to be a bad day? Edmund had unearthed the last of the box of cheering chocolates that Blair - nice chap, he - had sent him. There were just a few cremes left, but Edmund found that one with his tea brightened his outlook considerably.

He had Lizzy, the robot dog, and was teaching her how to play dead before suddenly springing up to bite the backside of a leftover kissing bear from Valentine's Day.

All and Sundries is open.

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[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin came in, he looked overly hopeful.

"Were you able to get the parts?" He asked without any preamble.

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"Yes," Edmund said, looking up from Lizzy and not even bothering to hit the buttons that would make her growl at nude park man.

"There were significant rush delivery charges, as you might expect, but I have everything you required."

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Orlin immediatly lit up with happiness. "Wonderful, thank you so much!" He exclaimed, smiling an infectious smile.

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He hadn't eaten enough chocolates to quite match Orlin's infectious smile, but Edmund's lips did curve up at the corners, because even a misanthropic soul like his can take pride in a job well done.

"Everything is ready for you." He handed over the invoice, which he hadn't even bothered to give his usual "nude park man" markup.

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"Excellent," Orlin replied, taking a quick look over the invoice, checking the costs. So glad he's not paying for this.


[[ooc: is he happy enough to agree yet?"

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Edmund rifled through the empty papers in his chocolate box and popped another one in his mouth. As always, those delicious chocolates brought a smile to his face. So much so, that the was tempted to offer one to Orlin.

But he hadn't eaten that many chocolates yet.

He was, however, in a very good mood.

[ooc: He is now. Hee.]

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

As Orlin handed over Camulus' card, he thought back to his last conversation with the cranky Englishman.

"Would you like to come over to dinner?" He asked pleasantly, "Camulus and I are having a friend over, but the more the merrier as we always say."

Ok, Camulus never said that, but he wasn't here to defend himself.

[[should we wait for ivonava?]]

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"Dinner?" Edmund looked at Orlin dubiously, despite his good mood. "Who is Camulus?" He took the card and noted the name on it. Ah, Camulus was someone who allowed Orlin to spend money for him. Interesting.

[ooc: If Ivanova's dropping by, Edmund will be most likely to be agreeable for her.]

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

After lunch, Molly entered the store looking the picture of innocence, John following closely behind her.

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John whispers quietly. "What do you think we can get from the list?"

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"Well, I don't know what a Sundry is, but the 'All' hopefully means we can get most of the stuff here," Molly whispered back.

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"Good call," John says. "Should we split up? Each of us takes half the list, tries to find the stuff and then we meet back at the counter? Or stick together?"

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Molly thought about it for a moment. "Split up," she decided and pulled out the list. "That way, if anyone sees us and gets suspicious, they won't be able to connect all of the purchases together."

Molly tore the list in half, just below 'tube socks', and handed him the bottom half of the list. "Meet back at the counter," she said with a nod.

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"Roger that," John says and ducks down one of the aisles, searching for glitter. It would be the easiest.

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"Can I help you find something, sir?" A short smelly man appears at the end of the aisle John is ducked down.

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Molly headed down another isle to look for the tin foil and kitchen twine.

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"Maybe," John says carefully. "Do you have...a Hawaiian shirt for sale? I'm taking a vacation and need to fit in with the culture."

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John picks up some gold, blue, and red glitter for variety. He waves to Molly from across several aisles.

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Molly picked up the tin foil and three balls of twine. She grinned at John, but waved him away from her.

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John takes the hint and ducks down another aisle. Coming across the nail polish dispay, he snags green, orange, red and purple.

"Score," he says quietly.

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Ask a man of Baldrick's intellect, who happens to be from the late 18th century, for a Hawaiian shirt, and you never know what you'll get.

Baldrick makes a puzzled face and points in the general direction of the clothing section. "Check there?"

He'll be following John closely trying to determine just what a Hawaiian shirt might actually be.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly checked around and finally found the tube socks. She looked down at her list again.

"Now to figure out what a porkpie hat is," she said to herself.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John meanders over to the clothing section and searches through the rack for something like a Hawaian shirt. He finds one (http://www.hawaiian-shirts.net/images/shirt.jpg) hidden between a Polo shirt and a tank top. "Eureka!"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John's in the school supplies section and, thus, grabs pastel markers and heads over to what he thinks is the book section.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly walked around looking for a hat. A porkpie hat.