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fandomtownies2009-07-01 10:37 am
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Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday, 7 PM - Grand Opening!
At first, she hadn't thought much beyond zapping in the blasted register for taking money. After all, she was a goddess, how hard could it be? All she had to do was point, and the drawer opened, money and change already inside.
Then she remembered she couldn't do that in front of customers. With a sigh she plugged it in and picked up the instructions.
An hour later, after numerous beeps, buzzes and curses, the book flew across the store, thunking hard into a display of naughty dice games for couples. Aphrodite glared at the machine -- thing -- and pointed at it.
"Listen, you stupid register, we're gonna do this my way, or you'll be just a hunk of burned plastic and wiring in the cesspit that used to be Discord's temple. Got it?"
Then the real programming began. When she was finished, the machine, now known affectionately as 'Little Strife', beeped happily whenever she opened the drawer, and buzzed every hour on the hour. It would do whatever she wanted based on how she pushed a button, regardless of which button she pushed.
Zeus help any employees she ever hired.
But by Wednesday night the battle with the machine was forgotten. Aphrodite was readying the store for the opening. There was a bucket of lollipops by the door; people would have a choice of male or female candy in milk or white chocolate. Just in case she wasn't always there to hand them out, there was a sign that said, "Sample! Please have one!"
The whole store shone with sparkles and extra light streamers, and she'd put a bold sign that said, "Welcome to 'Dite's Decadent Delights -- for all your Deepest Desires!" Luckily, Cupid had talked hermun out of one that said, "Mount Olympus of Pleasure Seekers!" She'd even moved a few display cases to make room for several chairs where people could sit and enjoy the champagne, chocolate and strawberries.
And now, after all the preparations, it was time. Little Strife was obediently beeping away the seconds as 'Dite counted along.
"Six . . . five . . . " She hit the switch and some funky jazz music started playing. "Four . . . three . . ." The blinds came up. "Two . . . one . . ." She unlocked the door, flung it open, and waited for the crowds to enter.
"Darn it, I don't even have my hat yet."
(OOC: Dite awaits your presence. The time is seven, so anyone coming back from Arrakis can be there, and flyers were handwavily distributed.Please wait for the OCD. OCD is up!)
Then she remembered she couldn't do that in front of customers. With a sigh she plugged it in and picked up the instructions.
An hour later, after numerous beeps, buzzes and curses, the book flew across the store, thunking hard into a display of naughty dice games for couples. Aphrodite glared at the machine -- thing -- and pointed at it.
"Listen, you stupid register, we're gonna do this my way, or you'll be just a hunk of burned plastic and wiring in the cesspit that used to be Discord's temple. Got it?"
Then the real programming began. When she was finished, the machine, now known affectionately as 'Little Strife', beeped happily whenever she opened the drawer, and buzzed every hour on the hour. It would do whatever she wanted based on how she pushed a button, regardless of which button she pushed.
Zeus help any employees she ever hired.
But by Wednesday night the battle with the machine was forgotten. Aphrodite was readying the store for the opening. There was a bucket of lollipops by the door; people would have a choice of male or female candy in milk or white chocolate. Just in case she wasn't always there to hand them out, there was a sign that said, "Sample! Please have one!"
The whole store shone with sparkles and extra light streamers, and she'd put a bold sign that said, "Welcome to 'Dite's Decadent Delights -- for all your Deepest Desires!" Luckily, Cupid had talked her
And now, after all the preparations, it was time. Little Strife was obediently beeping away the seconds as 'Dite counted along.
"Six . . . five . . . " She hit the switch and some funky jazz music started playing. "Four . . . three . . ." The blinds came up. "Two . . . one . . ." She unlocked the door, flung it open, and waited for the crowds to enter.
"Darn it, I don't even have my hat yet."
(OOC: Dite awaits your presence. The time is seven, so anyone coming back from Arrakis can be there, and flyers were handwavily distributed.
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