Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny opened up Pixie Dust on Friday with an enormous coffee to hopefully counteract her hangover in hand. She made sure that the swimsuits were on display, along with the more modest of the period-appropriate clothing, to appeal to the new students who'd never been out of the Middle Ages or whatever before. Then she stuck the 'NOW HIRING' sign in the window. Who knew? Maybe she'd find another misanthrope or two to balance out Shelley.

Pixie Dust was open, and OCD-free.

((I've got Tuesday, Saturday, and Sunday shifts available, none of them currently spoken for, if anyone wants a job selling clothes and drinking the profits.))

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Someone had a very hot and very important date coming up next week, and so that someone decided it was time to return to the clothing store and pick out something new and exciting. It was still boggling to her, all the different styles and textures and just how much clothing humans actually seemed to wear, so she was taking her time, feeling the different fabrics and admiring all the colors. She eventually, however, settled on a particular dress (http://www.bluefly.com/Notte-by-Marchesa-pink-metallic-stripe-ciffon-beaded-v-neck-dress/SEARCH/304588201/detail.fly); she loved how shiny it was.

And one day, maybe, hopefully, Ariel would realize that you really shouldn't wear pink with hair that red.

She brought it to the counter, because she remembered Jono doing that when they got clothes for her last weekend, but once she got there, she paused, feeling like she was missing the next step and how the next step was possibly fairly important.

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny gave her a 'pink on a redhead? Really?' look, but ultimately, she was Jenny, so she didn't care what people bought and wore as long as they paid her. See also: Shelley.

After a moment, though, she realized something was not forthcoming and said, "Payment? We take dollars, pounds, gold coins, what-bloody-ever."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that was the thing, wasn't it? Ariel still didn't have money and, as a girl who habitually just took things from whatever shipwreck she encountered for entertainment, the whole concept of procuring money to get yourself stuff completely slipped her mind.

She considered the items she'd been collecting in town and deemed them decidedly all too precious to trade in for a dress. There was no way she could give up her old boot without any laces and a sole that flapped like the mouth on a puppet or the smaller half of a plastic yellow Easter egg.

Frowning at the dress, she almost made the forlorn decision to go put it back on the rack when an idea struck her and pulled her up.

Jono said he worked at the Groovy Tunes to get money, and with that money you could buy stuff. And, if she wasn't mistaken...

Ariel held up a finger and backtracked a little toward the door of the store. Sure enough, there had been a hiring sign there. Ariel marched back to the counter, and pointed in the sign's general direction.

[ashockingbitch]

"What?" Jenny asked, and then realized, "Wait, do you not talk?"