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Demon Marcus [Tuesday afternoon]

Technically speaking, the store was open -- the lights were on, music was playing, and there was a lithe redhead going through the racks with a clipboard in the crook of one arm. Jane was mostly here to do inventory, though -- now that most of her things were en route to Fandom courtesy of Lydia (and while Jane would never say so, she was a little concerned about the condition of her stuff once it arrived, because...Lydia), she wanted to ensure that she had her store (her store!) figured out and put together just how she'd like.

And she knew, too, that there were a few employees about, though she hadn't met any of them yet, and more importantly, she knew she'd need more. So, affixed to the door was a sign that read:

UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT AND HIRING!
Shifts available: Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Please inquire within

Jane was optimistic. But then, Jane was always optimistic.

[totes open for possible new hires, current employees, people who need clothes, etc.! I go on SP as of 5ish EST omg.]

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There were new people on the island, and Priestly was feeling social, so he took the day off from the restaurant and headed out to wander around. Demon Marcus wasn't usually his scene, but he could use some new duds.

Also, there was a cute lady he could utterly fail to be brave enough to flirt with.

So here he was, flipping through a rack of dresses and trying to decide what shade of hair dye would go best with pink taffeta.

"Oh my gosh, hi!" Jane said when she spotted Priestly -- because how could she not? -- and scurried right over. "Do you need help finding anything? We're going to be getting a bunch of new stuff in just as soon as I go through the inventory."

Oh lord, that was adorable. "Hey!" Priestly grinned back. "I'm mostly just looking around?" Wait, was that a question? "Uh, browsing. Yes." When in doubt, go for shock tactics. He pulled out the pink taffeta and held it up to his chin. "What do you think? I'm not sure the sweetheart neckline'll work on me."

Jane bit her lower lip, torn between honesty and trying to be kind. In the end, a compromise between the two won out. "Taffeta might not be your fabric -- it's not most people's," she offered with a little shrug. "But the pink goes fantastically with your coloring! Really makes your eyes pop."

She was cute, willing to roll with a guy wearing a dress, and had taste. Priestly might be slightly smitten.

"Yeah?" Priestly looked down at the dress again, then hung it back up. "Good call. I have a t-shirt that color, but hadn't tried a dress in it, yet. Priestly, by the way." He held out his hand. "I run Cafe Luke's."

"Jane," she said, gently shaking the offered hand. "I just took over this place. It's nice to meet you! Have you been in town long? I only got here...wow, two weeks ago on Friday."

It hadn't felt nearly that long -- she'd been keeping herself busy to keep her mind off of other things.

"I thought you might be new. Small town, you start to recognize everyone on sight if not by name." Priestly shrugged. "I actually went to school here. Came back about six months ago or so. Place kind of sucked me in." A beat. "Not literally." Another beat. "So how you liking it so far?"

"It's...different from California, that's for sure," Jane admitted slowly. "To be honest, I hadn't planned on staying, but I sort of got, um, sucked in, too. Also not literally." She shrugged, rolling her eyes a little at herself. "My sister works at the Boards, and I came to visit her, saw this place needed a manager and the rest is history, you know?"

"You're from California!" Yes, that was totally the important part of what she said. "I'm from Santa Cruz. There was some definite culture shock when I first got here." To put it mildly. "So did you fall in love with Fandom's east coast charms, or did your sister tell you about some of the stuff that goes on around here and you worried she was having a psychotic break?"

Pretty much no one ever came to Fandom totally prepared for all the various levels of weirdness. Even the ones from weird magical realms had to adjust somewhere along the line.

"Can't it be both?" Jane smiled. "She makes these video diaries and...okay no seriously there was this one weekend where she updated saying she had special powers. It's kind of a lot to wrap your mind around. But hey, east coast charms abound, right? I can't wear an adorable pea coat much at home."

"Well, you can, you just sweat a whole lot." Priestly shrugged. "Man, that weekend was weird. I lost all ability to cook, but I could make stuff float across the room with my mind."

Jane was kind of staring, yes. "...so it was real?" she asked, a little faintly.

Why was she surprised? She lived with Jono, it wasn't like this stuff was totally foreign to her now.

Whoooooops. "Yeah, it was real. Around here, someone tells you something outrageous, the best plan is to just take them at face value. Which goes against, like, all laws of modern American cynicism, but it'll get easier after the first time you wake up in a totally different body or spontaneously burst into song."

"I mean," Jane said slowly, "Lizzie has a tendency to, um, exaggerate, so I figured it was just that? But...okay. I mean, it's easier than believing that you're all crazy, right?"

"Yep. Though if you manage it before you get first hand experience, I'll be impressed. We're pretty used to new folks staring at us like we're secretly an island-sized asylum." He flashed her another style. "Next thing you know, you and your sister will be best friends with superheroes and musical princes. Or at the very least having conversations with a talking pony. Possibly while being a talking pony yourself."

"I might be a pony?" Jane asked, her eyes somehow widening more than they already were. "A...pony?"

That was where she was starting, yes.

"A brightly colored one," Priestly said. "Possibly a unicorn. With wings. That talks. It's possible the island is actually a twelve year old."

Petra was running some errands when she saw the sign in the window and had an immediate change of plans. She needed money, and also an employee discount on clothes. "Hello?" she asked as she stepped into the shop.

"Hi!" Jane called, peeking up over a rack to wave at Petra before scurrying over. "Can I help you?"

"I don't know, maybe?" Petra said. "Are you the new manager? I saw in the window that you're hiring. Oh, I'm Petra West," she added quickly, offering her hand.

"Jane Bennet, and yes I am!" she replied cheerily, shaking that offered hand of Petra's. "Oh my gosh, I've never hired anyone before. Um, okay, first -- why do you want to work here?"

She'd have to find the applications. Or not. She was the manager! She could just hire people on the spot if she wanted!

"I need money," Petra said bluntly. She wasn't going to lie about it. "I mean, I love fashion, like, really a lot, but um, yeah, I need money." She sort of shrugged, a nonverbal 'sorry,' because Petra didn't really do sorry.

"Okay, you get extra points for straightforwardness," Jane said, raising her brows. "That's awesome. But okay, wait, you're into fashion? You look like you are." She sighed, and added, "You're even taller than me. Lucky girl. I used to have to take in the samples I'd get a little because they'd be just that tiny bit too long on me, you know?"

"I sew a lot of my clothes," Petra admitted. "Or wind up tailoring them, because if something's long enough it's probably wonky some other way, you know?" Especially considering her, uh, anatomy. "But don't get me started on finding size eleven pumps that don't look like ass, or we might be here all day."

"Well, we'll just have to special order those for you, then," Jane decided. "We tall big-footed girls have to stick together." Though Jane was more of a ladies size nine. " Um... rt he job's yours if you want it! Any day preferences?"

Petra was sure finding a size nine was almost as much of a pain as finding a size eleven. "Really? Thank you so much!" She ran her schedule in her head and concluded, "Friday? I have student council, but it meets during lunch, is that okay?"

"Friday works for me!" Jane said, making a quick note on her clipboard. "It'll be good having someone else around who can alter stuff, too, if we need it -- if you don't mind, I mean."

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