Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Okay, so Sparkle hadn't actually come in to work at the clothing store in a while. Could he be blamed for that? Who wanted to work over the winter break, anyway?

Or... any other time that was even remotely inconvenient by a teenager's standards, apparently?

But he was here today, which was what was important, because with new folks on the island, a few of them looking more than a smidgen out of place, the services of a clothing store that catered to literally all body types were probably desperately needed. So, here he was, putting out a new shipment of onesies that looked like adorable cartoon characters because apparently that was a thing people wore even when it wasn't Halloween these days, and occasionally stopping to nibble at the contents of a cheese platter that he'd liberated from the welcome picnic.

Mmmm, free cheese.

Anyway, there was a sign in the window that read, Half Price to New Fandom Residents, so come and clothe your ridiculous and horribly out of date selves while the getting's good. That armour is so dark ages, honey.

[OOC: ... I haven't done this in a while and a storm is keeping me home today. So, open!]

Magic Box, Sunday, 01/04

[not_every_mage]

Well. That had been an enlivening welcome picnic, hadn't it? And just when Anders had been getting used to not feeling persecuted. It was enough to make him want to shake whatever idiot mage had opened the portal that brought Cassandra to the island. Nathan's presence yesterday had helped, bless him, but love could only do so much against Chantry forces.

Anders brooded on his resentment as he began aggressively straightening the store, moving anything that seemed to allude to illegal blood magics to the back room. He doubted the Seeker would find the place anytime soon, but he wanted to be prepared for when she did.

[OOC Open post, open shop!]