Post office, Thursday

[intotheout]

"No, I don't think you can ship a live octopus through the mail." Tip was having One of Those Days at work. "Well for one thing, I don't think it'd be much fun for the octopus. . . . Yeah, I'm hanging up on you now." She hung up the phone and looked at Bill, letting out a deep sigh.

Bill spelled something out in bubbles.

"Either I'm getting worse at written Boov, or you're telling me there's a hedgehog in the backroom."

YES, said Bill.

"That wasn't a yes-or-no -- does it at least have a packing slip?"

Yeah, definitely One of Those Days.

[Open!]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Ada had come in to work, fully expecting an uneventful day where she could work on her dress for the dance.

Instead, she found herself face-to-fin with the store's new resident, which was making her exceedingly grumpy. Especially with it right on the counter, and constantly in her vision.

Eventually she tossed a scrap of cloth over the bowl, so at least she didn't have to see it constantly. "Yeah, I know, being in a tank sucks," she muttered. "Th' view don't change much and there ain't much t' do, but you're makin' me hungry. Use it as a chance t' take a nap or something."

Demon Marcus was open for all your Homecoming needs, and the tailor is crabby in!