Coyote Medicine, Wednesday

[makestheworld]

Coyote had decided that the reason why he wasn't getting as many customers as he wanted was because his sign wasn't sparkly enough.

Which is why his building alone would have rivaled the entire Vegas strip, today.

Not that you could really notice, since, uh, day light. And he'd be closed by sunset.

Coyote didn't always think things through, properly.

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ Now STILL hiring! ~~

Coyote Medicine was open.

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Tribal stuff

[makestheworld]

Premade anti-bad-spirit medicine bundles (that's what the sign called them, at least) were on sale.

Coyote apparently thought this town needed help.

Coyote hisself

[makestheworld]

That's him, there, trying to get the roaches to wear glittery capes.

Sweat lodge

[makestheworld]

There's no glitter in here. Yet.

OOC

[makestheworld]

Seriously. How am I supposed to move furniture away from the walls with electrical outlets when that's EVERY WALL IN THE APARTMENT?

Not happening. Maintenance is SOL on that one.