Demon Marcus, Wednesday

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Jeremy had not really gotten hang of his new schedule yet.

This would explain how Jeremy had come to work on the wrong day. The fact that he was yet to realize that, though? That was all down to Jeremy's often distracted brain. And the probable fact that he was going to comepletely fail realizing he'd accidentally switched days, and would keep on coming back on Wednesdays for the foreseeable future? It was best not to talk about it.

Or how long it would take for him to realize he was under new management.

Demon Marcus was open! It would be best not to ask the dapperly dressed boy behind the counter what day it was.

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Jane was a little groggy -- for Jane values thereof -- when she wandered in with a huge cup from the Perk today. Half her night had been spent going over catalogs of things she could order for the shop, and possible renames (because really?) She brightened right up when she saw there was someone already here, though! "Oh, hi! Are you one of my employees?"

She was going to guess Jeremy, given her list of names, but 'Sparkle' was a gender mystery, so she wasn't going to venture any thoughts yet.

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Jeremy had been smiling since hi, pretty lady and all. But his expression turned a little owlish and confused at the question. "Uhhh..."

The last time Jeremy had checked, his boss had had pink skin and horns. Although he supposed you could get rid of those with plastic surgery...

He squinted at her. "Callie?"

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"Um, no," Jane said, looking a little confused. "I'm Jane. I just took over as manager. Was Callie my predecessor?"

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"Uh, yeah. Callie Maggotbone?"

Look, Jeremy, if she wasn't sure whether Callie was the previous manager, she wasn't going to recognize the last name, either.

"Wait, is she gone? Does that mean I don't work here anymore?"

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Jane wasn't entirely sure how to answer that, and her confusion was written all over her face. "Ummm. I'm not firing you, but, um, you don't have to work here anymore if you don't want to."

Was this Callie person keeping these employees like indentured servants or something?

"Though, to be honest, I could really use the help, if you do want to keep your job."

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... But she was too cute when she was confused. That was like Jeremy's Kryptonite!

He hesitated. "No! I mean, yeah, I can keep my job, sure. But Callie was ––" A scary demon. "–- a little intense. I... didn't really ever apply for this job."

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"Wow," Jane said, wincing. "Well, I'm pretty much the opposite of intense."

As though he couldn't tell.

"So, you know, if you want to officially apply now, or leave, you're welcome to, or you can just...keep going with what you've got."

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"I don't think I'm really qualified to apply?"

He probably wasn't supposed to tell his boss things like that. Now that he had one who wasn't forcing him to work here.

"So, uh, if I could just keep going, that'd be maximum. 'Cause, I don't really need the money ––" He was wearing Dior as they spoke, okay. "–– but I like the clothes, you know?"

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M. du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds d'Efferton strode into the establishment and set a small purse of gold coins on the counter. "My good fellow!" he announced enthusiastically. "I require your assistance!"

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Jeremy founding himself leaning backwards a bit. It was just that usually his customers weren't that enthusiastic about their shopping endeavors.

"Uh, okay," he said, nodding. "What are you looking for, sir?"

At least a certain level of automatic politeness was in his blood from the high society circles in New York.

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Porthos was enthusiastic about everything.

He took a step back, to proudly show off his silk doublet, his knee-length breeches, his baldric (which was elegantly embroidered the whole way around, now that he could afford it), and the lace at his collar and cuffs. He wasn't wearing a floppy wided-brimmed hat with a feather in it at the moment, but he had several at home that matched the ensemble perfectly.

"You see, my friend, I am a man of most exquisite tastes," he explained with a smile. "My estate is a few days' ride from Paris, and I despise having my measurements taken, so from time to time I find my wardrobe a few seasons behind la mode, you understand?"

M. du Vallon leaned towards Jeremy conspiratorially, and motioned for him to lean in closer as well. "I think," he whispered with a wink, "there is the slight possibility that I am more than a few seasons behind, just now."