Pixie Dust, Wednesday

[notclueful]

Cher was going home for the weekend. This fact was causing her much glee.

This might have been why the racks were being coordinated by color, and in some cases, sleeve-length. Or maybe Cher just thought it needed to be done.

Pixie Dust was open.

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Mod Your Shopping

[notclueful]

While Cher's busy organizing.

Re: Mod Your Shopping

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé walked into Pixie Dust, quickly, and picked out a few things that looked like they might be Valentine's size. And she checked out and left again, as quickly as humanly possible. Still wondering about the mental state of her boyfriend.

Talk to Cher

[notclueful]

Who might squee at you. About getting away from all you crazy weirdos.

Re: Talk to Cher

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

There were two fur trappers rowing a canoe down the street outside of Pixie Dust. And singing, loudly.

"Alouette, je te plumerai ..."

Re: Talk to Cher

[notclueful]

Frowning mid-greens, Cher went to the window to see what was happening. "Hello, it's called noise pollution," she muttered.

OOC

[notclueful]

I, too, am bouncing for the weekend, but BECAUSE of all the crazy weirdos.