fandomtownies | Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/09].

Well. Summer and Shunsui had had their sake and steamed buns (and far too many S's), and now she was coming into the store with her laptop and a big fat check to get some paper moving and seal the deal. And she wasn't sure how she felt about it, either. Sure, she knew she was eventually going to try to sell the store or at least pass most of the responsibilities onto someone else and actually leave this planet, this galaxy, this universe completely, and she knew it was going to happen soon, but she maybe wasn't expecting it so soon? But it was the end of summer, her ship was almost ready to go, all she had left was to find a location for her new shop, and now she even had the money (and it was a lot of money, almost staggering, where the hell did Shunsui get that kind of money, anyway? Did she even want to know?) for it. Everything was just falling perfectly into place.

And she kind of hated it, because everything falling perfectly into place meant that everything was going to be set in motion soon and she was not ready.

But she also knew she never truly would be ready. So all she could do was really buckle down, shut up, and get to work, because delaying the inevitable only just made things harder.

It didn't help that Apu was going to be sending the whole day giving her long-suffering sighs and glares, too.

"Don't give me that look," she said. "You knew this was going to happen eventually, and, hey, it's not like you don't know what you're getting into, you've worked with him before, right? And the store stayed in one piece under his watch last time, didn't it? He can't be that bad, and, even if he is, you've still got Amaya around, too, right? You know she'll help out if she can..."

He looked wholly unconvinced, but Summer just shrugged. "It is what it is, man. I don't see you stepping up with a big fat check right now, you know, but I'd be willing to take an offer if you got one."

He did not.

"Didn't think so."

Today's Squishy Flavors
Black Sea Salt
Chicken
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Orange Gelatin Pretzel Salad

Turtle & Canary is open!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It was time.

Janet walked up to the counter and said, "Hi there. Is whoever does your hiring in?"

She thought it sounded professional.

Super professional.

But she was also sitting in a store previously run by a nineteen year old with a Squishy machine pumping out chicken flavored icy drink, so...

And that store was also smack dab in the middle of an awkward transitional phase so Summer actually wasn't sure how to best even answer that question right now, tilting her head and blinking thoughtfully. It was so weird thinking that she didn't technically own this place anymore and that she actually had to think about it, but the negotiations involved Summer handling literally everything until the moment she hit atmo, so...

"Yes," she decided. "Yes, she is, because she's me. Are you looking for a job?"

Oh, sure. Now another lackey comes waltzing into the door. She...should probably warn the poor girl about what she was about to waltz into, too, but even Summer didn't know exactly what that was anymore.

"I am! Turns out things cost money," she smiled. "I have references."

Her parents.

And you couldn't call them because they'd yell at her.

Awww, that was cute.

Summer had to laugh a little. "References, huh? That's way more than what the last two people I hired had. The one I just kind of hired on the spot and the other one we just decided to keep after she'd put in her time to pay for the damages she'd done to the front of the store when she defaced it. Do you have any retail experience?"

Summer. Come on. Like it even mattered. But if Janet came in here with references and everything, she figured she might have a whole shpiel in mind for an interview and, if so, she wanted to hear it.

It actually made her less nervous than walking in with a job in a minute.

"I've worked in my parents' convenience store since I was ten," Janet answered. "You hired someone who defaced your store?"

"Yeahhhhh," Summer said, with a wistful sort of smile in fond remembrance of her little delinquent artist, while Apu just sort of shook his head somewhere in the background and wondered why he couldn't ever seem to be stuck working for normal people for a change, but, hey a kid who worked for her parents' convenience store was more experience than most of the people who owned this store ever had! She had his approval, at least.

"She was really good at making signs. We tend to make a lot of signs here. So how are you with signs?"

At this point, the questions really were just for show. Even if Summer had wanted to seriously vet a person, what would it matter to her anyway when she'd be gone soon?

"I'm an artist," Janet said automatically, and thought to add, "Photography, actually, but I can make a mean sign."

She didn't make the signs at home. Still. She could make a sign.

"Perfect," said Summer with a grin. There was a severe drop in signage quality with Astrid gone, after all. "And I assume you're already an old hand at stocking shelves and ringing if you worked at your parents' store. And, hey, you get an employee discount and free Squishies, too, though it's pretty hit and miss on whether or not you'd actually want them. When do you think you'll want to start?"

And then, that itching in the back of Summer's brain started again, and she bit her lip. "Also? Fair warning, you're hitting us at a big transitional period. I, like, literally just signed the papers for this place over to a new owner. He's a bit...eccentric, but he's fine. I mean, if you're not used to weird by now, especially with this summer, then.... well. Either way, I'll still be around for a bit to kind of show you the ropes."

Which was a good thing, too, because she had a feeling Shunsui would either not bother or just try to get the poor girl to drink sake and paint flowers or something all day.

Which wouldn't be a bad way to earn a paycheck, she supposed, but still.

"Oh! I mean, I'm sure that's fine," Janey assured her, and added, "I am adaptable."

She was fine.

"I can start anytime. I could start tomorrow."

"Then let's get you started tomorrow," said Summer, grinning faintly. "I'll go get the paperwork. Also, that's Apu." She nodded to the man and his neverending quest to have the most sweeped floor in all of Fandom. "He can either be your best friend here, or your worst enemy. He'll show you everything you need to know when you get here."

"Great," Janet said with a smile. "I'm sure we'll totally be friends."

...Or not! Who knew!

"Are you feelin' alright?" Iris wondered, when she wandered in to get groceries. "'Cause that Jello flavor sounds actually decent?"

And that... that was not usually something Iris noticed about them.

"I do normal jello flavors sometimes, too, you know," Summer stated with a roll of her eyes, but she grinned faintly. "Variety is an important part of my future business model, you know, and so that means appealing to all flavor palates."

Paaaause.

"Also, everything I wanted to make this week involved tuna or shrimp." Just think of what a nice addition shrimp would be to all that orange and pretzel. "How's it going, Iris?"

"I miss fish," Iris grumbled, since sure, okay, she was kind of terrible (okay, very terrible) at making healthy food for herself (granola bars were a food group, dammit), but she'd grown up on a ton of fish dishes and the inability to order in sushi was really terrible.

Sure, there was the mainland, but that required effort.

"But I guess if that's the weirdest part of this week, I can't complain that much? You? I'll take some of that Jello, though, sure."

"One jello, coming up," Summer said, bouncing faintly as she went to get a container, because, honestly, people did not get jello enough. Not even at the bar. Which was weird. "And, yeah, I'll take a world without fish for a week compared to some of the other stuff that's been thrown at us. At least I'm still myself this week, too. As far as I can tell, anyway."

Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/09].

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject