Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

After a pleasant holiday away (and a weekend of things best not lingered on, which was why Steven wasn't doing so), it was good to get back to work.

Even if at the moment work was a bit puzzling.

Moreso than usual that is.

Steven looked over four separate packages of things marked "whale bone." He called the number on the invoice for each of them and, after a great deal of button pushing and shouting answers at at automated system that didn't understand what he was saying, he was at least now talking to a person.

"Yes, we are a museum but this isn't the sort of thing we deal with? All our animals and bugs are alive, you see. If we reach the stage where they're naught but bones something's gone horribly wrong. Yes, I'll hold, thank you."

Steven sighed. This was clearly going to take a while. At least he didn't have anywhere to be but behind the Welcome Desk? He certainly wouldn't mind anyone who interrupted him from his call.

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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/5)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Last week, Steph had ordered several copies of a game about cat rescue somewhat on a whim, because as an inveterate cat lover who happened to run a game store it seemed like the kind of thing she had to do. (Also because, well. Cats.)

She probably should have expected that as soon as she put them on the floor today, the copies she'd reserved for the in-store game library would have been the source of the most high-intensity play of any of the tables -- and that was with two tables booked by her most competitive wargaming nerd regulars and a mini TCG tournament going on.

Steph was seriously convinced that someone would end up flipping at least one table before the day was over, and it was not going to be by one of those groups.

[OOC: Open!]