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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail were playing on their own in the store window today. Charlie wasn't even writing. Just leaning on the counter with her eyes closed, experiencing the joy of her Very First Hangover. Made worse by the horrible, horrible suspicion that she'd said something very stupid to Dean last night. The singing had been bad enough, but then she'd been kind of incoherently confiding after that. If she'd known about the Radio broadcast, she would have felt even worse. So she hadn't really been paying attention to her surroundings when she headed in to work. Weird big bird in the sky, though.

Groovy Tunes was open. Playing very soft New Age music.

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Or attempt to get her to play "Walk the Dinosaur," if that's what you are.

As it happened, saber tooth tigers loved New Age music.

Okay, no they didn't.

But he smelled other cats and decided to investigate.

With big sharp teeth.

Charlie was still too sunk in headache and worry to be looking around much, but she thought she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, just outside the store window. Suddenly, the kittens swarmed out of the window display, meowing madly, and scampered to hide behind the counter. "What's up, guys? What's wrong?" She frowned down at them, leaning down to pet a shivering Flopsy, then stood up to look around for the source of their distress.

The tiger slunk behind a display of CDs and hunkered down, tail lashing in the air.

Mmm. Lunch.

Charlie froze when she saw the lashing tail, then got up on tip-toes to see over the CD display.

Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod there's a tiger a great big tiger with fangs oh my GOD

She might have squeaked, and ducked down behind the counter.

Oooh. Movement.

Naturally the giant kitty leaped towards it.

Charlie screamed, high and loud, and reached over and above her to yank the display of a couple dozen CDs hanging over the register down. Oh god oh god I need a gun there's no gun here I can't start a fire, I can't

Only the display was just out of reach, so instead she reached with her mind, wildly throwing the entire case in the direction of the sabre-tooth.

The very end of the counter started to smoke.

No fair. He just wanted lunch, not random things thrown at his head.

He tried one, just to be sure they weren't food.

"The Best of Yanni" tasted just as bad as it looked.

He let out a very annoyed snarl.

Charlie could smell the tiger's breath from where she was, which was just waytoodamnclose, and smelled like it had been trying to eat more than Best of Yanni that morning. She grabbed two kittens in one hand, the third in the other, then looked at the counter. Move, move, move, move...

It was too big to move, but it did give a shudder, rocking on its legs, as Charlie crawled sideways and then scrambled to her feet and started to run for the edge of the counter.

The tiger leaped for the edge of the counter to show his very awesome teeth at the yummy lunch--ooooh, carrying apppetizers! How polite!-- and one paw landed on the smoking bit.

He yowled and swiped his claws down on the problem.

Oooh. No more corner. Problem solved.

Back to trying to eat lunch.

"Shit!" Escape cut off by big kitty, splinters of wood flying, some of them hitting Charlie's arms and face. She barely noticed, adrenaline canceling out pain. The kittens were crying and scratching at her, and Charlie tried to back up, frantically looking around.

Her back hit the wall.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

The tiger licked his lips, crouched down and sprang.

Lunch!

Charlie dropped the kittens, threw her arms over her head, and rolled to the side, finally panicked enough to use her firestarting.

It leaped out, undirected and hot, seeking anything to feed on, igniting the posters above her head as she threw herself to the floor.

The tiger hissed at the fire, then leaped for one of the fleeing kittens, leaving the door unblocked.

"No!"

The sprinklers above the register burst into life, the smoke from the blazing posters finally setting them off, and Charlie got up on shaky hands and knees, pushing another blast of heat at the tiger, looking around frantically for the kittens. Another rack of CD's went up in flames, and were immediately doused. Stupid stupid She grabbed her bag, and picked up a crying Cottontail and Mopsy, stuffing them in it as she ran toward the door.

Now he was a drenched and hungry saber tooth tiger who was not at all interested in becoming kitty flambé.

He pounced, he ate, he took a nap, he moved on. That was the plan.

This was not going according to plan.

He let out a shriek of outrage.

Charlie scooped up Flopsy on her way out the door, turned, and sent one last burst of intense heat at the tiger as she booked out of there, not even throwing the door closed behind her or stopping to see if it connected.

Melody could take any damage out of her paycheck.

The tiger skittered out of the way of the random hot spot, then spent the next fifteen minutes wreaking happy mayhem in the shop.

And eating all the candy.

Or try to eat the kittens (who will be heading upstairs to hide).

Back around 4:30pm EST, will respond to and pick up human and dinosaur pings then.

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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

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Play with the kittens, listen to CD's

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