Needful Things; Friday Noon Onwards

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Harley had been bouncing around off the island for the past week or so, after the Slaughter Swamp incident and the surprise visit to New York that had followed. She'd actually been planning (as much as Harley planned anything) to continue on in that same vein - but then there had been a phone call about a delivery on the island, for an order that she'd completely forgotten about.

So she'd had to rush back to Fandom to let some big burly delivery guys into the building, so that they could bring in the big honkin' canopy bed she'd ordered while on the fall break trip. Because there'd been canopy beds there, and she'd kind of been between beds for a while now, and was easily influenced sometimes when it came to treating herself, and, you know. That whole thing.

So that had been her morning.

By noon, things upstairs in the apartment were settled - a mess, but settled! - and the store door was open, and Harley was downstairs, puttering around with a giant mug of coffee.

Considering taking the Halloween decor down. Not actually doing it yet.

(open but slow because life)