Magic Box, Wednesday

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was excited about his first day of work. He had spent a long while picking out an appropriate t-shirt that he hoped would appeal to the full spectrum of customers.

Coming in early, he gave the shop a good once over with a broom and duster, and spent some time making sure all the product looked nice and orderly. He unlocked the door on time, stuck his head out into the street and yelled, "We're open!"

The Magic Box is open for your magical needs.

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Some time into the afternoon, a Jeff burst in through the door, flailing slightly. "Candles!" he said, "There's got to be candles!"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"And there are!" Andrew exclaimed back. "We've got all kinds of candles. What in particular can I help you find?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff literally skidded to a halt and blinked at Andrew. "Do you have anything that works on dogs?" he asked, paused, thought it over, and continued, "...Or supermodels? The magazine trick really came through last time."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew looked at the customer, "What exactly are you trying to accomplish with these dogs or, umm, supermodels? Was this a magazine having anything to do with, say, the dark arts?"

He moved towards the candle section.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"The supermodels? Presence mostly. It worked last time, except for the clothes bit." He paused to take a breath, "My mother sent the dog," Jeff continued, "I'm certain of it. It's watching me. I need it to stop that. I'm certain the dark arts are involved somewhere."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew smiled at the man. "You're really interesting."

Pondering what the customer had told him, he turned and picked up a candle discretely hidden among the display, "This candle is supposed to help enhance your abilities and mood in the, ah, in the bedroom." Holding the item out in his left hand, Andrew gestured at a crudely molded and disproportionately large appendage protruding from the waxy man-shaped candle. "I think you're supposed to light it here and on top of its, ah, other head as well." Indeed, it was sporting two wicks. "Is that kind of what you're looking for?"

"And this dog, can you describe it? Does it have, say, red glowing eyes?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff blinked. Once, then twice. He opened his mouth to say something, then decided against it. "Er," he said instead, groping for words, accent getting mildly thicker, "The dog's about this big, lots of brown spots, and it enjoys drooling on my trousers."

He regarded the candle again. "...Do you think that'd work on Britt Ekland?" he asked.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Okay, okay." Andrew nodded -- like he understood. "We have a slug scented candle. It's my understanding that it will pretty much keep any living creature at bay when lit. You might want to try that for the dog." He pointed to them on the shelf. "Of course, there are some drawbacks to that plan, I guess."

"And as far as this Britt person is concerned, if you can get them in the room, I guess the candle would have an effect." He shrugged.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"That. I want that," Jeff said, in response to the slug thing. He may have been nodding somewhat overenthusiastically and smiling.

Then he sagged in disappointment. "That's no use," he said, "That's the entire problem, isn't it?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale had started a list of businesses he hadn't visited in town, and figured his time would be spent more wisely getting out and about than sitting at home doing crosswords.

The name of this particular shop was intriguing, and so it was at the top of his list.

"Good day, my dear!" he said, as he walked through the door and looked around. "Oh, this is interesting."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew smiled and walked up to the new customer. "What item of magical importance might I be able to help you locate today, kind Sir?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Well...actually, I don't know that I'm really in the market for any sort of item of magical importance. Is that what you sell here? I thought perhaps it was, you know, magic boxes. Like the sort that stage magicians use."

Aziraphale smiled a little sheepishly. "That was probably a silly way to interpret the name, wasn't it?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I can totally understand the misinterpretation. In fact, if you're really interested in some stage magician tricks and such, I can probably special order them for you. Are you looking to saw someone in half, cause I always find that to be pretty awesome to watch." Andrew smiled back at the customer.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale thought back about what usually happened to his doves when he attempted magic tricks, and may have turned a little green.

"Er...no, I think I'll just stick to slight of hands sorts of things. You wouldn't know where I could get a good hat, do you? Mine's rather on the worn side." His gaze drifted around the store again, and he added, "If you have a favorite interesting thing, though, that you'd like to show off...?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew might have been gazing the customer, just a little, as he spoke.

"A hat? Like a magician's hat?" Andrew turned in a circle, taking in the store's displays. "Um, I don't know that we have any in stock just now. Though there are stacks and stacks of catalogs behind the desk. We can look through those, and, uh, maybe find you something suitable."

Andrew spun in a circle again. "I'm sorry. It's my first day working here. My handwaivy orientation was a little rushed."

He thought about the customer's last question, "There are so many interesting things in here, I wouldn't know where to begin," he lied, going straight for a locked glass case containing ceremonial daggers, bowls, and other alter pieces. "There are some really cool items in here I wouldn't mind getting my hands on though." Andrew's voice was somewhat dreamy.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"If you're certain it isn't a bother," Aziraphale replied, in answer to the catalog offer. "I really don't know about magicians these days, with their leather jackets and pierced tongues. I think it loses some of the mystique, if you don't have the proper accessories."

He followed over toward the glass case, raising an eyebrow at the young man's dreamy tone. "Yes, I'm quite certain those would make fascinating conversation pieces..."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew pulled himself away from the display case and made his way over to the counter, pulling out several large catalogs. He found one that seemed to be totally devoted to clothing items, located the section for hats, and turned the catalog towards the customer. "Just let me know if any of these are to your liking."

He glanced over one of the Special Orders forms, thinking it looked simple enough. "Accessories are important," Andrew said, "but I think it all depends on the person in question. Some people can really work a leather jacket and some people just look natural in a cape. And tongue rings are just hot."

That last bit seemed to have slipped out, given Andrew's horrified experssion and instant blush.

[fastestkidalive.livejournal.com]

Despite kinda being at work himself, Bart thought it would be okay to visit the roommate. And, you know, check out a magic shop. He wondered if they had bunnies there.

"Hey Andrew!"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Bart!" Andrew called out. "Isn't this place the coolest!" He gestured around at the store.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

[fastestkidalive.livejournal.com]

Bart frowned and blurred for a second. "No customers," He answered calmly before bouncing a little. "Are there bunnies here and magic wands?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Again with the blurry. Andrew was going to have to figure this one out.

"Bunnies, no. Wands, though, oh yes." Andrew pointed towards a large display of various wands.

"At least, I hope there are no bunnies," he added, thinking that he had better check out the store room just in case there were a cage full of bunnies that might need some food or water. Mr. Giles hadn't mentioned anything about live animals.

[fastestkidalive.livejournal.com]

That would definitely be bad. Those poor bunnies.

Bart examined the selection of wands, oooing over them. "Is there a kit for card tricks? I always wanted to learn to do that." Always meaning in the past five minutes.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Um..." Andrew spun about and pointed at a rack of basic magic tricks and accessories. "Sure thing." He walked over and examined the rack. "This one has two different trick decks and a book that shows you how to do stuff." He held it out towards Bart.

[fastestkidalive.livejournal.com]

Taking the offered box and flipping it around to read all the stuff on it. He was getting great at reading English now, oh yeah. He could do a bunch of card tricks and then maybe something with scarves, but they were kinda weird, but he'd just stick them on Bob so she felt nice and feminine. Should he have brought Andrew a squishie? Or maybe coffee? Wait, he didn't even know if Andrew liked coffee yet.

After a second of this going through his mind, Bart looked up from the box. "Do you like coffee?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Coffee?" Andrew had to think. "Yeah, kind of. I like cream and sugar with a little coffee added to it." He nodded. "Oh, and iced coffee is pretty good. Why do you ask?"