Needful Things, Sunday

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Having had (most of) a day off yesterday, Leland was quite looking forward to getting back to work today. Perhaps he'd be able to sell more quality merchandise. Perhaps somebody would pleasantly surprise him by coming in with more goodies to call his own.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

And if nothing else, he could always fantasize about that nitwit Pam's eventual demise. However you looked at it, he had a pleasant day plotted out for himself, really.

[OOC: Open!]

Magic Box, Sunday, 03/22

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Anders got to the shop a little later than he did on most Sundays, and more haphazardly groomed. It was hard to think about things like jobs and toothbrushes and combing your hair when everything you ever dreamed of was held so neatly in the palm of your hand. It took a lot of mental struggle to make himself leave his dorm room and go to work; finally he had convinced himself to slide on his shoes and head out the door on the theory that there might be something useful about phylacteries in the shop.

Which .... he was going to look for anytime now. After he made certain the shop seemed secure from Cassandra or anyone else who might want to steal the phylactery. He left the door locked against unwanted invaders and hung up a small, neat sign: Please ring bell for entry.

He'd let in customers, probably, but anyone who didn't look like they belonged stood a good chance of getting a fireball to the chest. Anders didn't feel like he could be too careful.

[OOC: Open if you ring the bell.]

The Perk; Sunday Afternoon

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Travis no longer felt comfortable staying for long periods of time in his room. He didn't like the fact that he had a roommate, someone who was almost always there and had to have noticed the change in his physical appearance. Who would want his ring and who would be denied before Travis gave that up.

He'd left as soon as the sun had peeked out over the horizon and was just now sitting down for the first time in hours. He was cagey and curt when talking to the guy behind the counter. He didn't seem to mind which was probably just a sign of how customer service could desensitize you to people who weren't the friendliest.

He'd taken his drink and positioned himself against a wall so no one could sneak up on him and so he could see people that came in and passed by the window. Travis tapped the ring against the table, a nervous habit that he'd explain away as something to constantly remind him of what was dear to him.

Travis took a sip of the drink. Not bad, not bad.

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