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Wonka's Sweets Shoppe | Thursday

Bucky had finally come to realize that since coming to Fandom, he hadn't been doing most of the things he'd been accustomed to doing for fun back in New York. Like, say, going to the pictures. So when he came to work today, he brought along the day's newspaper, which he then went to read at the counter. Or at least the movie ads. Maybe he could pick out a familiar face and go see something that reminded him of home.

One problem, though.

"I don't know who any of these guys and ladies are."

The HELP WANTED sign was still in the window. Today, it also applied to identifying current Hollywood stars.

(long time no see, whoops, sorry. open!)

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Emma had been going over the money she'd been saving since coming to the island and come to the conclusion that it was nowhere near enough to last in long-term. So when she saw the sign, she went into the store to ask about it.

"...huh." Or at least she'd been going to ask about the sign.

Oh thank God, there had been far too many guys named Chris in these movie ads, Bucky needed a break. So if his smile was extra bright ~~and therefore extra nothing like Flick~~, that was why.

"Hello, welcome, how may I be of service today, Miss?"

Seeing that kind of smile on that face was kind of creepy.

"Oh, right, I was here about the sign. In the window."

Bucky took a second to catch up. "The sign –- oh right, the sign!" he said, expression brightening with realization. "Looking for a job? We still have a lot of openings."

Emma nodded. "And I've got a lot of free time this summer," she said. "Funny how that works out."

"You ever work at a shop before?" he asked, smiling as he folded his newspaper away for the moment. "That doesn't really matter for the hiring process, but it feels like I should ask."

"Not really." Emma shrugged. "But I know how a register works." From watching cashiers while shoplifting.

Bucky snorted with a downward glance. "Then you're one step ahead of me when I started, kid." Damn newfangled digital register. "Rest of the job's pretty easy, too. We sell candy to whoever wants to buy some. Sometimes we also deal with shipments that don't belong here, because there don't seem to be no way of stopping those."

He still didn't understand that one crate of bananas, on so many different levels.

"Sounds like nothing I can't handle." Especially since she didn't have any banana issues. "Is there a uniform?"

Please say no.

"Nah, unless you want one for some reason." He didn't even wear a name tag, because it hadn't occurred to him, and none had been provided for him. "Just don't show up in anything offensive to the eye, and everything should be good."

"I can work with that," Emma said, it wasn't like she had enough outfits to have something offensive to begin with.

"Great," Bucky said, smiling as he clasped his hands together. "We have openings... pretty much every day that isn't Tuesday, because that's Mara's beat."

(not that Bucky know is yet, but Friday is OOCly claimed, omg!)

"I can do Mondays," Emma said. "Get those out of the way."

"Excellent, my least favorite shift." And here he realized he should probably find out her name, and introduce himself as well. So he stuck his hand out. "Oh, James Barnes at your service, Miss ...?"

And he had Flick's initials too, another point in the weird column.

"Emma." Regardless, she shook the offered hand. "Emma Swan."

Like Flick, he also generally went by a nickname that had nothing to do with his first name!

It was a little creepy, yes.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Swan." He was old school. And he reclaimed his hand, after a firm shake. "And welcome aboard."

"Glad to be aboard."

Pinkie was just about to embark on a great adventure: her very first semester (or, you know, session, whatevs) without being a teacher! She'd somehow already managed to rearrange her party supply collection multiple times, had baked every single cookie and cupcake recipe she knew, and if she kept trotting around her apartment, Gummy was going to end up doing something drastic.

She was bored. Which was a concept that should be terrifying to all the humans around town. Especially those like Bucky, who happened to run just the sort of establishment she was likely to flock to when boredom set in.

"Hihihihi," she greeted as she trotted in. "Whatcha got that's super yummy today?"

Bucky was sufficiently terrified just by her appearance in the store, if he was honest. Just acknowledging her existence still required his brain to shift in a way that wasn't entirely comfortable.

"Uhhh, some new gumdrops were delivered and shelved this morning?"

"Oh neato!" Pinkie responded with way more enthusiasm than the statement deserved. "So I see you're still looking for help."

Oh lord.

"... Yes, we are."

He was so very uncertain about the direction he felt like this was headed.

"That's just perfect!" Pinkie cheered. "You see, I usually have a job up at the school teaching but I decided it was time for a vacation and took a break from it for the summer but now I'm really bored and I would be the best candy sales pony ever thatdidn'thaveacandysalescutiemark. I'm basically made of sugar."

That was pretty much the only thing she ever ate, so.

Bucky was not very surprised.

"Can you even work the register?" he hazarded. Looking down at her... hooves. Yep. Those were hooves.

Pinkie zipped behind the counter in a pink blur and poked away at said register, ringing up a bag of gumdrops that she'd either picked up on her way around the counter or magically made appear from nowhere. It *ding*ed -- whether the register was built to ding when ringing something up or not -- the drawer slid open, and she tossed in a few bits to cover the bag, then slid the drawer back closed.

"Tada!" Pinkie said. She held out the candy bag. "Gumdrop?"

There were so many things Bucky wanted to say.

But what he said instead was, "We have openings any day but Monday and Tuesday." He sounded resigned and weirded out.

Weirding people out past their limits was totally how Pinkie got most things in life. "How about Fridays?" she suggested. "I like Fridays. Friiiiiiiiiiiidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Fridayfridayfriday!"

"You can have Friday," Bucky told her, perhaps a little more quickly than he would have intended to. "All yours, uh, pal."

He... really didn't know what to call her.

"It's a deal, buddy!" Pinkie responded, offering her hoof to shake.

If she'd neglected to introduce herself either time they'd met, she hadn't noticed yet.

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