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Things Reborn, Saturday

Ben was planning on taking the day off tomorrow, but he couldn't really let Things Reborn be closed on the two days it was actually open in a given calendar week, so he split the difference and came in today. It might confuse customers into coming in and buying stuff. He couldn't be sure until he tried.

[OOC: I may be AFK most of tomorrow, so I'm hedging my bets and posting today. Huzzah!]

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"No special reason," Ben said because 'cosmic irony' was too personal an answer to give. "I was looking to set up a business somewhere and I came up with a supplier who was happy to get a bunch of old stuff off his hands. I could have said no and started a pizza place, but there's already a pizza place here and I can't do that tossing the dough move so I would have felt like a sham."

"Do you have any other neat tricks to compensate for not being able to do the dough move?"

In the world of T.R. Wexler, this was a totally relevant question.

Edited 2008-11-30 01:13 (UTC)

"Not in the world of pizza making," Ben said. "So really, the choice was pretty obvious."

"Well, I mean," Turtle gestured a little, "in general. Like...card tricks. Or being able to touch your nose with your tongue. Or patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time. I'm really good at that last one."

"Oh, in general," Ben said. "I'm a decent photographer. I can ride a motorcycle. And that's about it, really." Except for spinning a web, any size, to catch thieves just like flies. And coming back from the dead. But those weren't worth mentioning.

"And you both buy and sell things, right?"

"Yep. If anyone has anything old they don't have a use for - clothes, electronics, bookcases, anything - we'll be happy to take it off their hands and try to put it into someone else's hands," Ben said.

"Anything?" Turtle asked, trying to search her brain quickly, but effectively, for one of the worst things she could think of.

"At the very least, we'll entertain all offers," Ben said, realizing what kind of silliness his word choice could lead to. "Especially if the offers entertain us."

"Any chance of a higher payment for the entertaining?" Turtle couldn't help wonder with a slightly wry smirk. "Points for creativity, so to speak?"

She wondered if Mister Reilly yet realized that there'd probably never be a shortage of that around here.

"I don't make any promises, but it's possible," Ben said.

Duly noted, along with a few ideas for the article.

"And what brought you here to Fandom Island, Mister Reilly?"

"I don't know," Ben said. And that part of his answer was true, at least. "It seemed like a decent place that manages to stay... interesting. And I like small towns. Seemed like as good a place as any to settle for a while."

Edited 2008-11-30 02:13 (UTC)

"And where were you before coming here, Mister Reilly?"

"All over the place, really," Ben said. "New York's the last place I actually settled down in for a while, though."

"So you're familiar," Turtle mused, "with this particular sort of world? Or is it, like, crazy Doomsday apocalyptic New York? Ooh! Or even worse! 1980s New York!"

"It's a superhero New York," Ben said. "So I've seen giant robots try to take over the world, stuff like that."

"Ohhhh," Turtle nodded gravely in understanding. "You should do just fine here, I'd think."

"I seem to be so far," Ben said. "But let's not jinx me, okay?"

"And what," Turtle asked, "would you say is the strangest thing that's happened to you so far in your time here?"

"Well, I hired somebody when she came in here to shop with her roommate, who was temporarily a little pig," Ben said. "That probably takes the trophy so far, but I've only been here a month."

Turtle let out a long whistle, shaking her head in disappointment at the island. Her pencil, however, was a flurry of movement across the notebook.

"Well, the holidays are right around the corner," Ben said. "Something nuts is bound to happen by then, right?"

"Ohhhh, yeah," Turtle nodded emphatically. "I take it you've been properly warned, then?"

"Yeah, people here have been really nice about that," Ben said. "Almost too nice, where you almost start to wonder if they're trying to freak you out. And then you find out that a girl turned into a pig."

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