Turtle & Canary; Sunday [11/18]

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Doctor Doom strode majestically into Turtle & Canary in want of a nice, royal-type goblet to drink from. He had forgotten his travel goblet and, well, you couldn't exactly drink from a plastic cup when you were Doom.

After seeing a useless minion running the shop, Doom decided to take over for old time's sake. "Bah," he said. "You have no sense for how properly to manage a store. Doom will take this shift to show you that there is nothing you can do that he cannot improve upon. But first, Doom needs a throne. It matters not what you build it from. Doom's presence upon it will make it worthy of Doom."

It took every canned item in the store, but soon enough Doom sat upon a throne of tin behind the counter.

They didn't have royal-type goblets, so Doom just drank a Grape Doom squishy through a straw. "Bah," was his response. "Accursed Wexler and her pedestrian tastes in items for sale."

Today's Squishy flavors: Doomberry, Grape Doom, Red RICHAAAAAAAAARDS!

Comments

Mod Apu

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Mod the useless minion.

Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

If he deems you worthy of purchasing items from him.

Re: Talk to Doom

[wannabehunter]

While reacquainting herself with the town, Jo wandered into the store.

And stared at Doom. "Wow, and I thought mandroids weren't real."

Re: Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"Doom is no mandroid, woman," Doom said. "Address me properly or leave the premises."

Re: Talk to Doom

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Madrox strode into T&C expecting a wave of nostalgia and (Did they still make 'em?) a Grape Judas.

When he saw who was behind the counter his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.

"Don't you have better things to do, Vic?"

Re: Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"Madrox," Doom said, annoyance clear in his voice. "I'm showing Wexler's worthless 'employee' here how a store should be run."

Re: Talk to Doom

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka walked into Turtle & Canary for a Squishy, and was disappointed to not see Turtle behind the counter. He eyed the strange -- man? robot? -- warily, but approached him anyway.

"So..." he chuckled, as he set the Squishy down on the counter. "What are you supposed to be?"

Re: Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"I am not supposed to be anything. DOOM SIMPLY IS." Doom regarded the dress and hair of the man in front of him. "Sokka, correct?"

Re: Talk to Doom

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny walked into the store, looking five years older than she had the last time she was here in fact she actually finally looked like her icons la. Century Baby aging was a funny thing. She didn't spare a glance for the guy behind the counter, although to her eyes his gear was decidedly low tech. Especially after living around a woman who'd replaced her blood with six pints of liquid machinery for roughly twenty-five years.

Jenny filled a basket with chips and snack cakes (aka "provisions") and got herself a Red RICHAAAAAAAAARDS Squishy before going to the counter to tell Doom, "Oi, counter monkey. I need a pack of silk cuts. No. A carton." She was already holding the Squishy, so she figured he couldn't possibly spit in it.

Edited because I fail at coding.

Re: Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"DOOM IS NO COUNTER MONKEY," Doom said, firing a concussive blast from his gauntlet at the squishy. "YOU WILL ADDRESS DOCTOR DOOM PROPERLY."

Re: Talk to Doom

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evelyn had decided to get a Squishy for old time's sake, and paused when she walked in the door. Even years of dealing with evil mummies and resurrected high priests hadn't completely prepared her for this again. "I wish Rick were here for this." Shaking her head, she walked to the counter and smiled brightly. "One Red Squishy, please."

Re: Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

The RICHAAAAAAAARDS flavor was annoyingly popular today, outselling both of the Doom flavors. Doom was sure that before the reunion was over he would unleash something horrible upon the island just to make them pay. He pushed a button on his gauntlet and a small robot fetched the accursed drink.

"You once attended the school, correct?" Doom asked. "You went by the childish moniker of 'Evie'."

Re: Talk to Doom

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve's first stop when he got back into town, even before heading home--which would explain the shield in its portfolio strapped to his back--was at the store. For Oreos. Because after the week he'd had, he required cookies.

He was about halfway down the aisle when the identity of the person behind the counter registered, and he stopped and turned slowly. "Doom?"

Re: Talk to Doom

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like T.R. wasn't going to check out the first, original store while she was here. True, she planned on coaxing Apu into letting her open and work tomorrow for old time's sake, but....

She blinked upon entry, glancing around. Everything else seemed the same, except, clearly, the dress code's gone right down the craphole...

OOC

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

I may be a little slow throughout the day. But come on! DOOM!

Re: OOC

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Re: OOC

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

DOOM!

Re: OOC

[not-an-answer.livejournal.com]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Re: OOC

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Re: OOC

[ashockingbitch]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Re: OOC

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Re: OOC

[sexydoctor.livejournal.com]

*twitches for some unknown reason*

Re: OOC

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Re: OOC

[the_merriest]

SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Wait, I did it wrong.

Re: OOC

[way-black.livejournal.com]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!