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fandomtownies2015-03-02 12:25 pm
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Needful Things, Monday, Early Afternoon into Evening
Leland Gaunt found his store easily enough. Oh, it was positively charming. This was going to be a great deal of fun.
He began unpacking his items with care, setting some on pedestals with distinctive cards, and others on shelves full of bric-a-brac. He'd amassed quite the collection over the years.
One curious thing about the shop: there was not a single price tag to be found. He was at heart a merchant who loved to haggle. He could hope that here, he would find shoppers willing to make him reasonable offers.
They always wanted what he had to sell. Always.
The lights were dim, and most of the boxes were on the floor in various states of disarray, but after a moment's consideration, Leland Gaunt flipped the sign on the door to read "OPEN." The Grand Opening would come tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, when he had everything just right, but he never could resist the early birds. And perhaps he, too, was impatient.
(Store is open for anyone who wants to browse, or buy something non-cursed, or, hey, if you've already signed up, go ahead and get your cursed shiny! OCD incoming.)
He began unpacking his items with care, setting some on pedestals with distinctive cards, and others on shelves full of bric-a-brac. He'd amassed quite the collection over the years.
One curious thing about the shop: there was not a single price tag to be found. He was at heart a merchant who loved to haggle. He could hope that here, he would find shoppers willing to make him reasonable offers.
They always wanted what he had to sell. Always.
The lights were dim, and most of the boxes were on the floor in various states of disarray, but after a moment's consideration, Leland Gaunt flipped the sign on the door to read "OPEN." The Grand Opening would come tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, when he had everything just right, but he never could resist the early birds. And perhaps he, too, was impatient.
(Store is open for anyone who wants to browse, or buy something non-cursed, or, hey, if you've already signed up, go ahead and get your cursed shiny! OCD incoming.)
Shop with Leland
Mod Your Shopping
OOC
PS: bouts of SP while I'm at work!