fandomtownies | All and Sundries

GOB stepped into All and Sundries, said, "I'm not here," to Jane, and went down a few aisles before ducking down to hide. Very shortly after, a tall young man walked in, seemingly looking for someone.

"Hi. Did a guy with a receeding hairline come in just a second ago?" Steve Holt asked.

"Who's askin?"

"Steve Holt!" Steve Holt said, raising his arms. He liked his name. "I'm GOB Bluth's son."

"Then why do you have different family names?"

"My mom raised me. I didn't know who my father was until a few years ago," Steve said. "Ooh, Squishies. Could I get a watermelon?"

"The Squishy Machine is self-serve, go ahead and have any flavor combination you'd like." Jane said loud enough to be heard by somebody down the row without yelling.

"How's it she's so sure who yer pa is?"

GOB overheard this and started to move farther down the aisle. People tended to think that he was a bad guy or something once they heard about the next bit, and he wasn't going to risk it. He could probably escape through the back door.

"Well, first I hired an investigator to figure it out, and once I found him there was a DNA test that proved it," Steve said. "He likes to run away. I think he thinks it's fun." And now Steve had a watermelon and applesause squishy. That plus being reunited with his dad made this the best day ever.

GOB isn't exactly a good guy but he's no Albert Sweringen. So she's not of the opinion he's a bad guy...

Lizzy the Robo Guard Dog, however, finds him rather suspicious and trots along behind him.

Jane doesn't know what a DNA test is, but if it proves that he's the kid's father.

"Try down that way." she said nodding down the isle.

"Thanks!" Steve said, putting the money for the squishy on the counter.

GOB sped up upon seeing the dog following him, then made a break for the door, moving out of sight just before Steve walked into the aisle.

Aren't family reunions just great?

"Bark! Bark!"

"Shut up!" GOB yelled at the dog as he burst through the door.

Steve heard something and went to investigate. "Robot dog!" he cheered with his arms raised. "Did somebody just go through that door?"

"Bark! Bark!" Lizzy answered turning around and blinking the light at the end of her tail at Steve.

She sat and offered her paw to shake.

Steve bent down and shook the robo-paw. "I always wanted a robot dog. That and a jetpack. And a father. But now I've met a robot dog, my cousin had a jetpack, and my dad went out that door. Today rules!"

This guy is so upbeat, Jane isn't sure he's actually related.

"Bark! Bark!"

"Okay, robot dog, I have to go see where my dad went. I'll see you later, okay?" Steve asked. Then he went through the door and asked himself a question: if he were GOB, which way would he go? It was a simple enough answer when he saw GOB running farther down the street, so Steve went after him.

Turtle brushed into All and Sundries in her nicest blouse and slacks, purple portfolio tucked her her arm. Her shoulders were particularly straight, her handshake set to be exceptionally firm, and not even the natural crook in her neck that earned her her nickname could ruin her exceptionally business-like poise.

"Ah, good, Ms. Canary, you are here today," she said with a bright smile, coming over to the counter and setting her portfolio down. "How goes things?"

"I'm here every day you or Cassie ain't." Jane nodded. "Today's been interesting so far. How're you?"

"Very good, thank you," Turtle said with a nod, and dove right into business, opening up the portfolio. "Ms. Canary, in my short time of working here, I have noticed a few things about the...technicality of the way things are run around here and have decided that they are greatly in need of work. You may have noticed I've started doing inventory and trying to ressurect the books and saving all sorts of reciepts," her nose wrinkled at the fact that they were all handwritten. "I'd like to continue this trend of organization for the store, as I feel it will greatly improve how smoothly things run around here. I fear, however, that such a thing cannot be done to greatest effieciency considering...well, considering that our cash register is a toy."

"Unfortunately our last register was destroyed by fucking trolls along with just about everything else. Exceptin' the Squishy Machine." Jane said.

Crap, she owes Turtle another penny...

"I dropped the bits off at Sparky Repairs. They said they'd see what they can do, I ain't heard anything since."

Turtle's head tilted slightly. "I...see. Well, then, you're in luck, Ms. Canary, because, for the past week, I've been looking into possibly replacing said cash register with a very nice one that will actually help me keep up with inventory and sales in a much better way. Look, see, I put together this proposal..." Turtle carefully removed a nice, crisp report from the portfollio and handed it over to Jane, "and here is an accompanying appendix with all the information I have on the particular register I've had my eye on. The technology on it is great; it's got this scanner that, when I upload the proper databases into it, will automatically record for me inventory sold, and from there, I can access the information with an incredible ease."

Turtle also handed that information over and pulled out yet another document from the portfolio. "Now, it is a little pricy and I noticed in what little bookwork I've been able to do that our margin of profit is relatively small, especially with the inclusion of two new employees, Cassie and myself, respectively. However, I also have this investment proposal. I've recently found myself having a bit of extra cash from a successful stocks trade and have decided I want to spend my capital by putting it into your capital."

In one ear, out the other.

She sounds like Charlie in a way.

Some of it did stick though.

"You want to be partners?"

Turtle hadn't actually thought to look at it that way but, when she heard Jane saying it and considered that all that she'd been doing was the sort of work that such an arangement implied, she nodded her head firmly. "Yes."

Owning a partnership of a successful business at the age of fourteen? That would look damn good on a resume.

"'Turtle and Canary' got a nice ring to it..." Jane mused.

Ooooh, Turtle's name got put first!

"Yes, it does!" she enthused, because it really did sound good, not just because the idea of being a partner made her estatic as hell.

Jane looked over the investment proposal. The amounts looked huge to her 19th century brain but she had a vague understanding of percentages and it looked okay to her going by those.

Not to mention the fact that Turtle was the only kid who, to Jane's mind anyway, acted her fucking age.

"Okay Turtle." Jane said spitting lightly into her hand and offering it to the girl. "You got yerself a partnership."

Turtle's nose wrinkled at the offered spit-hand, but very tentatively took it anyway. Eww. It definately had her usually professional handshake lessened significantly. "Heh. Great. Pleasure, uh, doing business with you, Ms. Canary. Or do I get to call you Jane now, 'cause we're partners and all?"

Subtly wiping her hand on her slacks as she drew it away? Oh, dont' be silly.

"You could always call me Jane." she said smiling at her new partner. "No need to stand on ceremony least next we be dawning white gloves."

Turtle didn't know what the heck Jane was talking about, but she nodded and returned the smile. "Jane it is, then."

She reached into her portfolio to extract the last remaining item inside. "Here's the money for the register, as I said. The proprietor of a business has to actually order them from the company who sells them, so you're going to have to handle all that."

"Alrighty." Jane said taking the payment and the papers. "I'll send Apu to the bank and get on ordering the register contraption."

"Awesome," Turtle grinned and was unable to contain a small bounce. They were getting a register! She was a business partner! The only thing that could make this day better would be...

"Guess we're done here, then. Mind if I grab a Squishy on the way out?"

"Help yourself... Partner."

In a flash of light (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1340784.html?thread=60516464#t60516464), Mel appears in the middle of the store and lashes out at the applesauce squishy machine with her scythe.

Covering herself in applesauce squishy which while delicious only makes her angrier.

"JESU FRAKKIN'DAMN IT!"

She flings off some squishy and runs for the door.

"BARK! BARK BARK! BARK! GRRRRRRR!"

Lizzy's eyes are glowing and pulsating red as she bounds down an isle from the back room at whatever invader is making so much noise up front.

"Zombies!" Mel yelled as she headed out the door. "Clear the town! Caritas is under attack!

"BARK! BARK! BARKBARKBARK!!" Lizzy stopped at the door and barked at Mel as she ran off.

Her territory successfully defended, Lizzy turned in place three times and then laid down by the door to ~~nap~~ power down.

"SQUISHY MACHINE!!! NOOOOOOooooooOOOOOoooooOOOooo!"

All and Sundries - Saturday

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