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All and Sundries - Thursday

Jane is entirely confused.

Baldrick was resistant at first to the idea of helping her in the store.

But then he recognized her as a fellow member of the Proletariat.

So now he's being helpful. Or so he says.

Jane is getting sick of listening to him singing about how he "dreamed a dream in days gone by".

She also wonders where these chains they're supposed to throw off are.

All and Sundries is open.

[[ooc: Special sale today! Baldrick won't charge you if you can explain how your purchase aids in the battle against the Bourgeois!]]

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Do you hear the Baldrick sing?

All of the hit songs from Les Mes?

Even the great Andrew Lloyd Webber wished the songs were really his.

River needed some more pens. She smiled at Jane and then nodded in the direction of Baldrick. "He likes singing."

"He surely does." Jane said. Her eye was starting to twitch.

Unfortunately, the only lyrics Baldrick would remember was 'I dreamed a dream in days gone by'... So what he lacked in content he made up for with volume and repitition.

"No earplugs in the shop you could try?" River suggested.

"Ear plugs?" Jane looked thoughtful. "There's an idea..."

"You sell them, don't you?" River grinned.

"We probably do..." Jane grinned back. "Unfortunately, I don't know where they are. He probably does though." she nodded at Baldrick.

"I dreamed a dream in days gone by! I dreamed a dream in days gone by-eee. I dreamed a dream in days gone byeeeeeee! I dreaaaaaamed a dream in daaays gooone byeeeeeeeee!"

"YOU SELL EARPLUGS?" River shouted to Baldrick, attempting to cut through the singing.

"I dreamed a dreeeeeeeeeeeeam in days gone by! I dreeeeeamed in days gone bye-bye! I dre... Whot?"

"EARPLUGS?" River shouted.

"Oh no thank you miss. I don't need any..." Baldrick said nodding to her. "Unless you're going to keep shouting like that."

"I think Jane needs them," River replied.

Baldrick gave that some serious thought. (It took a while.)

Something about what the young lady just said made him think back to the second picture in his new book (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1033674.html?thread=43860170#t43860170).

"Everybody," he said finally, "should give according to their ability and receive according to their needs... So. If Jane needs earplugs. I should give them to her."

He looked a little unsure.

"Right?"

"Exactly," River said, nodding. Baldrick's mind might not be the clearest, but it seemed quite on track at the moment. "She needs earplugs to break free from oppression."

"Well then we better hurry up then!" He said trundling over to the salad dressings to get the ear plugs. "Workers of the world unite! And we work together... So we should be united... With. Earplugs."

Or something.

An armfull of earplugs was dumped out before Jane on the front counter.

"'Ere you are Jane." Baldrick said. "The young miss here said you needed ear plugs."

"Uh. Well thank you Baldrick, but I only need the one package..." she said taking one and slipping it into a pocket. He'd stopped singing so, maybe she wouldn't need to put them on just yet.

"Oh right right. According to need." He said. "Only got the one pair of ears... Not like my Aunt Milly. Do you need any earplugs miss?" He asked offering River some earplugs.

Thinking the earplugs might come in handy the next time Berthold had a nightmare River picked a pair. "I also need some pens," she said. "The pen is sharper than the sword. Will fight for justice against the capitalists."

"We have the ability to satisfy your need for pens miss!" Baldrick said starting to trundle off in the direction of the candy isle. "Walk this way!"

Jane watched him go. "...The fuck has got into him?"

River winked at Jane and followed Baldrick.

Jane shrugged and cleaned the earplugs off the counter.

Whatever was up, it sure seemed to be making him happy.

After having found the pens she needed - and made clear to Baldrick that she didn't need any more and thus would not accept any more - she returned to Jane. "How are you today, apart from the singing?"

"Well, it's pretty much just the singing until now." Jane said scratching her head under her hat. "But, pretty good I guess."

River put her hand in her pocket and dug out a small, perfectly round black stone. It might have been found on the beach. "For you. Have to go now."

"Ooo. Perfect for skipping." Jane said taking the stone. "Thank you River girl. You have a good day now."

River waved goodbye and headed back to the dorms. There was drawing to be done.

He will be modded by you Bourgeois oppressors NO LONGER!

Some time around lunch, when Jane hand gone off to drink hers in peace, Pippi flounced in and grabbed a shopping basket.

"Hello Mr. Baldrick!"

Baldrick looked up from his book when Pippi greeted him.

As somebody who paid in gold, and had a huge amount of store credit, Pippi was perilously close to being Bourgeois. But when she was buying stuff, it was usually food to cook for other people. Which means that she contributed to the fading away of the state...

Or something.

Either way. She was nice.

"Hello Miss." he said taking off his hat (to give the nits some air). "Do you need anything today?"

"Oh yes, I surely do!" Pippi said. "I got a bunch of hungry people crammed together in one room to feed! What do you have that's still in the wrapper?"

"Everything we've got is still in its original packaging... Except for that wot didn't come in packaging... Like the turnips."

That was unfortunate.

"No canned turnips?" Pippi asked. "Oh well." she sighed. "We'll just have to make due..."

Baldrick did manage to find a jar of pickled turnips and Pippi (being Scandinavian and thus having a love of all things pickled) was delighted.

When she left, she had a basket stuffed with copious amounts of delightful treats in their original and undamaged packaging. However, Baldrick ~~shamelessly modded by Pippi's Bourgeois mun~~ didn't add it to her tab, because Pippi needed to feed THE PEOPLE, and THE PEOPLE needed to be fed, and it was his ability to give food for the feeding of THE PEOPLE.

Baldrick felt progress was being made.

I dreamed a show in days gone by, when all the scenery looked so pretty. I didn't sing one song... Then die. And all my costumes weren't so gritty.

My lips were red, my hair was styled. And Act One wasn't so damn long.

Come watch me grovel in the dirt. Buy a souvenir and don it.

Rich folks pay 40 bucks a shirt, that has a starving pauper on it.

I kinda love you. A lot.

Yay!

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