Pixie Dust, Monday

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

There appeared to be a bustle to the island today, and lots of new faces walking down the street. New people. How lovely! And she hadn't even tired of mocking the old ones yet.

In the window was the lovely sign:




Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

And the proprietress, T. Bell, was as sober as she was going to be on a late Monday morning.

Bring on the fashion disasters!


(OOC: Note info post here. Short version: Tink hates you and everyone else, and will mock your fashion sense horribly. Tink can't talk, but is amazingly fluent in Expressive Gestures. And Tink is hiring, but Tink's going to be a total snob about it. Because ... she's Tink.)

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Mod Your Shopping

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Come and get clothes without that annoying pixie telling you how awful your sense of style is.

Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Let the fairy mock you. It's fun and educational.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan had been incredibly surprised to find a bank statement in her house today, as she had not been aware of the fact that she had a bank account. It would account for what happened to the minerals she'd had on her, though.

Now armed with what seemed to be currency, she wandered warily into the store, clad in military issue civvies.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

A customer! Tink was ever so excited to see a customer. Customers meant money. Money meant booze.

She zipped over excitedly to ... to ...

Wow. This woman needed her help. Even more than most people around here. What terrible people had forced that hideous outfit on her? It was going to be all right. She should sit down and put her head between her knees and breathe. There were shoes in here. Cute ones. It would all be over soon.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

There was a tiny glowing... ... girl there. Kerrigan may have allowed herself to double take for just a moment. "...I don't need any shoes," she said, finally. "I was just wondering if you carried anything a little more... practical."

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink looked at the woman's shoes. And then back at her eyes again. What did she mean, she didn't need shoes? Did she see what she was wearing? Take another good look at them, nice and slow. Those were not shoes. Those were where shoes went to die.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I don't need any shoes," Kerrigan repeated, still vaguely nonplussed but hiding it now. "My shoes are fine. Do you have anything a little less dressy than..." she indicated the rest of the store. "If you don't, I'll go look somewhere else."

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

During his office hours, Aziraphale had come to the conclusion that he could do with a new suit. Not that he hadn't treated himself to some very nice ones from the mainland, but really one could never have too many good suits. Maybe something scholarly-looking, like the nice beige tweed he was wearing today.

Plus, he desperately needed to replenish his stock of dress shirts.

And since there was now a brand new clothing store in town, he figured he'd stop in and check it out.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Customers! Customers almost made up for it being Monday and her not sleeping off the hangover she had. It was only a little hangover. And she had slept in a lot, for that matter.

So! This one was a man. Oooh, not half-bad, either, but his clothes could use some updating. A little style! Some pizzazz! Didn't he want some pizzazz? Something a little flashy. She had flashy. He should come in and see the flashy. Didn't he want to?

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale wouldn't have known pizzazz if it hit him in the face and covered him in glitter. But he did like nice clothes.

And oh...there was a wee flying sparkly person!

"Hullo! Do you work here, my dear?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Did ... she work here? Excuse her, but she was Tinker Bell. The Tinker Bell. Did she need to dig her wand out and write it for him? She would. As in, proprietress? As in, fabulous fashionista extraordinaire? Diva supreme?

She didn't work here any more than she was his dear. Unless he was attempting to flirt. That would be fine by her. She was rather gorgeous, wasn't she? People couldn't resist.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After workshops, Isabel headed into town. A little back to school retail therapy would pass the afternoon nicely.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Another customer! More student-shaped. Come in! Welcome to Tink's Emporium of Utter Fabulousness! She had nearly called it that, you know. But Pixie Dust looked better on the sign.

What was she looking for? Something fancy? Something subtle? Something divine? Or shoes? A girl never could have too many shoes.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel smiled at the fairy? and shook her head. Once again, Fandom served up the new and different. "I'm looking for something for a few new things for the Fall. Nothing too, too fancy. At least not right now. But definitely nice." Not there was anyone she was looking to impress. Oh no, not at all.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Well. What was her definition of nice? Some fancy was just too much for every day, but a little bit of glam never hurt anyone. You could do wonders with accent pieces.

If you were talking day time, probably best to come over to this section. Stylish, chic, but nothing that screamed a night on the town. Because wearing that outfit to your lunch appointment was gauche, and nobody needed that.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[notclueful]

After class, Cher not only had a reason to go shopping, but she kind of had a burning desire to do so. After all, if she was twelve years in the future, all her clothes might be out of style. She just hoped retro was still cool.

She stepped into the store, dressed simply in a tank top and skirt that should have stood the test of time hopefully, and was practically bouncing when she started looking around. It was actually fashionable!

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

The store was so busy today. It was a good thing she'd gotten a manicure yesterday. Imagine trying to greet people with chipped nails!

Come in! Welcome! Wasn't this the most utterly wonderful store ever? Tink certainly thought so. It just screamed chic, didn't it? This girl should see the shoes. The shoes were wonderful.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[notclueful]

...This was new. "Um, hi," Cher said slowly, trying to bounce back as quickly as she could. Things were weird here. Alien-meeters and zombies and vampire slayers and eyepatch guys and she herself was now like, a time traveler. This should be nothing new. "Kickin' place," she tried.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink beamed. It was, wasn't it? It was exquisite. It had the latest and the best, and only the pretty stuff from that. Sometimes designers tried to fob off some hideous things in the name of haute couture and those were sent right back again. What was the point of being on the cutting edge if you were just daringly showing everyone how ugly you could be? How ridiculous. Looking stylish was never, ever the wrong answer.

Was she here to shop? Because there were some darling outfits just in from Milan. If one was into that sort of thing. And Tink was.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[key-of-heart.livejournal.com]

After his Art class, Sora walked through town just relaxing. The sign for the store caught his eye and made him pause. "Pixie Dust..?" He furrowed his eyebrows in thought and then smiled brightly. "I wonder if she's here too!"

Sora grinned and headed inside to see if it was who he was thinking.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink zipped merrily to the front of the store. Another customer! And some of the customers today had had fashion sense, which was ever so nice to find. Perhaps this town was not as hopeless as she had thought.

Hello, then, to this boy whose hair was ... well. The hair was an issue, but the clothes had a certain flair. A lot of accessories, but Tink thought the zippers and belts were somewhat glam. Welcome to Pixie Dust! Wasn't it the best store ever? It was, he could say so.

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[key-of-heart.livejournal.com]

"Tink!" Sora beamed. "I thought this might be your store when I saw the sign! What are you doing here? Where's Peter?"

Re: Shopping: Now With Tink

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink grinned. Hello, boy with bad hair! Clearly he knew of the one, the only, the famous and fabulous Tinker Bell. About time someone around here knew about her! Did he want an autograph? And on him, the hair almost worked. ... Almost.

Wasn't the sign adorable? Wasn't the store just the most wonderful thing ever? She was here to sell things, of course! And be fashionable and chic and --

Peter!???

If this stupid boy with bad hair was a friend of Peter's then he could march right out again! Did he bring some sort of message from that stupid little man-boy that Tink had already forgotten the name of? Like 'oh, I'm so very sorry I cruelly tossed you aside for a stupid boring plain-faced English wench'? Because Tink was having none of it and let's hear it already because Peter needed to start grovelling. Not that she was going to forgive him. Well?!?

OOC

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

We don't have the budget for world-ending right now. Try back in two weeks.

Re: OOC

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

... sorry, gonna be AFK for a bit, the insomnia's catching up with me. Will be back later!