The Magic Box, Monday

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Look, Surreal had taken last Monday off because she'd needed a day to laugh herself sick recover from being a Bad Influence and bank robber.

That meant today she was going to put in an extra-long shift. Or rather, it was a good thing she'd already planned on extra hours today, because she couldn't get into the Magic Box. Both the front and back doors were blocked with deliveries. Piles and piles of boxes, and when Surreal opened them, well...

She was going to blame the move back to the dorms. Clearly, Ingvar already missed them. Not that it was going to stop her from hanging half of the stuff up, or putting it on sale: sometimes it was fun to mess with people's preconceptions of Craft.

The Magic Box was open, and the former Bonnie of Bonnie-and-Bonnie was behind the counter.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD. This is what happens when bitten_notshy makes me prompt her.]

Comments

[wrongkindofsith]

"The store is very...decorated." Surreal working longer meant that Cara had brought more food with her, though he'd definitely not made it, now that she was back to normal and unlikely to be seduced into a life of crime.

Whether she could be seduced into anything else was entirely up for debate.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"It's festive," Surreal replied defensively, flicking a little toy ghostie hanging overhead and making it spin. "In case anyone misses living with actual ghosts and Ingvar."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I didn't say it wasn't, though I didn't bring enough candy to celebrate," Cara said, not bringing up that even she knew the weird ghost worshipping festival they had here wasn't for several more months. "Do you miss Ingvar?"