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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Okay, so maybe Sparkle had missed a few shifts over the past little while. Could he really be blamed? He had been taking care of an animal-transformed girl who was prone to shifting into a badger and threatening to claw out his eyes. Plus, you know... holiday season, new semester, and the ever-popular, 'he just couldn't be bothered.' But then this morning he'd fallen out of bed and realized that there were holes in his favourite pair of yellow socks.

His yellow ones. It was a travesty that needed to be remedied as quickly as possible with a pair of replacement socks, which, of course, he could just pick up at work. So okay, maybe there were benefits to showing up to work for reasons other than being worried that his demonic boss was going to eat his spleen or something. And, you know, getting paid or whatever.

So... yellow socks. Maybe ones with stripes...

Or polka dots?

Oh! Or toes!

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Because while he's looking at socks, it might be the only way to find anything.

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He might need a hand choosing. There are so many yellow socks to pick from.

Those ones have yellow and orange stripes and toes. What's not to like about that?

"I like the ones with the stripes," Jane offered as she walked in with a cup of coffee from the Perk and a stack of notes on what she needed to change, inventory-wise.

"Uh, thanks?" Sparkle blinked over at the lady who had walked in, picking the striped socks up and giving them one more thoughtful looking-over. "You just randomly help people pick out socks often?"

They really were some pretty awesome socks. And kind of a requirement. Sparkle met his colour minimums this way when dressing, otherwise, in all-black. The fact that they hid under his jeans and sneakers just meant that nobody would suspect a thing, right?

"Only when it's my own store," Jane said, smiling at him. "I'm guessing you're one of my employees, or else I really need to work on security."

A look of mild anxiousness crossed her face as she considered that possibility, but then dismissed it. "I'm Jane. I just took over."

"Oh..." Sparkle gave Jane another looking over, and then shrugged his shoulders. "So, Callie passed on the torch, huh? I'm Sparkle. Been here since the last owner was just changing the name. You aren't the type to, like, eat people or anything, are you?"

And, more importantly, was she getting rid of the burn barrel?!

"Callie sounds like she was...a very special person," Jane said slowly, looking downright alarmed at that question. "Yeah, no, I don't eat people. Probably going to change the name, though. I kind of thought maybe I'd open it up to suggestions? Make it like, a contest and you win discounted formalwear for prom or something if we pick it. Something like that."

"Huh." Yes, Sparkle was ever the eloquent one when he wanted to be. "See, discounted kinda suggests that you have money to put on it in the first place, you know? And for prom means you'll just be opening it up to students, is that it?"

Sorry, Jane. Sparkle was a shit-disturber at the best of times.

"Seems to me like you're limiting your contest pool to school kids with money, there. And hey, nothing wrong with that. I mean, I'm a school kid. I even got a job," provided he didn't freak his new boss out enough to lose it, granted. "But I'm betting like a gift certificate would be way more appreciated. Then you don't need to have money to redeem the prize, you know?"

It was also possible that he was missing the point of that little thing called 'capitalism.' But at least he wasn't pocketing anything in spite of the fact that Callie wasn't here to threaten harm upon his spleen.

"Plus if they like what they get with the gift certificate and they named the store, they're likely to come back, which is the point of discounted versus free, anyway," Jane mused, then cut her eyes over to Sparkle. "You're a genius. I kind of love that. And it lets the adults in on it, too, even if it seems like we're sort of an endangered species."

"Oh, there are plenty of adults around," Sparkle replied with a wave of his hand. He was just shy of preening, really, but refraining. For now. "You just have to know where to look. Have you hit up either of the bars yet? There's the one that serves booze to minors, and the one that actually cards, you'll find 'em there, most likely. And I mean of course there are the teachers. They have to get outside for shit besides classes sometimes, right? You must be new here, huh?"

"I'm not a huge bar person," Jane admitted. "And yeah, I'm new. This was sort of an...impulse, moving here."

"Hey, I think that's kinda how it works for everyone," Sparkle replied, shrugging as he passed his socks back an forth from one hand to the other. "You find out about the place, you show up on a whim. I got sent here from freakin' Toronto because it sounded like a good place to send problem kids or something, I don't even know."

He hadn't been arrested yet, but he suspected that was more because the troopers didn't give a crap than because he was somehow becoming a better person.

"The bars only get busy during like special occasions, anyhow. And if you ever wanted to find out how good a bunch of zombies are at playing cover songs, Caritas is kinda great for that."

Yeah, Sparks. She'd probably lost hours of sleep wondering about that great mystery of the universe.

"Zombies?" Jane looked a bit stricken, but then, why should she be? She'd heard all kinds of stuff now. "Will they eat people?"

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Alec had bought a new bow, he'd stored it in his room, and now... well, okay, one could make the case that he needed new gloves. But he was also doing a pretty good job of being social today, and it was a Sunday, and that was Sparkle's day at the clothing store. So.

"Hi," he said as he came in. "Is it sock inventory day?"

...That might have been intended to be a funny joke. In some universe.

"Only for guys who wake up with holes in their favourite ones," Sparkle replied, turning around to give Alec a grin. "Which isn't a problem that I have often, at least. How about you? Here to glam up your wardrobe?"

He doubted that, but it was fun to tease.

"Any chance you have archery gloves?" Alec asked hopefully, grinning faintly back. "I could have gone to a sporting goods store, but I thought since you're working today..."

"You know, at least until the new owner overhauls the place, we probably have something," Sparkle mused, tossing the yellow and orange striped socks onto the counter and nodding toward a section that was full of assorted gloves. "I mean, we're not a sporting goods store or anything, but Callie did like stocking the place up for all sorts of people. I think there are some jackets with like six sleeves somewhere in here, too."

"...I've clearly been missing all the six-armed people on this island," Alec concluded, tilting his head thoughtfully. "But thanks. I'll look. How's the sock search going?"

"There's a pony on the island," Sparkle pointed out. "She's pink and she talks and she teaches things like how to make friends. I think Callie was just preparing for like any eventuality. It's too bad she didn't prepare for me waking up with holes in my favourite socks."

He waved a hand vaguely toward the sock wall.

"I just want a pair of yellow ones," he explained. "Just... yellow. But there's like yellow with stripes, and polka dots, and some freaking argyle as if anyone actually wears argyle socks especially in yellow, and most of the yellow socks are for like freaking five-year-old girls."

That was kind of adorable, to be honest.

"I didn't know you felt so strongly about yellow," Alec said, and then he went right into problem-solving mode. "Are you able to order yellow socks online from a distributor? That's how all the clothes get here, right?"

"Well, it's not like everything I wear is black," Sparkle sniffed, as if no further explanation on the matter was necessary. And, really, it was socks. They weren't really rocket science. "I could go online and order some in, easy, sure. Except then I'd have to wait, and in the meantime... still no yellow socks."

Sure, he'd have the violet ones, and the green ones, and the blue ones with the ice cream cones on them. But no yellow ones, and that was a tragedy.

This said disturbing things about how often Sparkle changed his socks, really.

"I'm pretty sure all my socks are black," Alec said apologetically. "Oh! Do you know anyone who could sew the ones with the holes?"

"Sew them? Uh... I guess Olive knows how to sew? She did that puffy... thing... for Halloween, with all the taffeta. The peacock or whatever?" And it had turned out pretty well, if he remembered correctly. "Dunno if she'd be into fixing up my old socks, though. I mean, on the grounds that they're old socks."

But they were his old socks, which probably explained why he seriously looked tempted to find out.

"Or the girl on Student Council -- Petra, I think her name is," Alec said thoughtfully. "You should ask. I mean, they're obviously important to you, right?"

Lookit Alec being a fancy problem-solver!

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