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fandomtownies2023-09-11 05:43 am
deathsmajesty) wrote in fandomtownies2023-09-11 05:43 am
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The Infinite Consortium (formerly Fantasy Costco), Monday Afternoon
Normally, Liliana was not in a hurry to come into the shop. Especially knowing that her staff had run out of mana and returned to dust sometime while she was away. But today, she had actually arrived fairly early, and had immediately begun searching for something.
...A frustrating half an hour later, Liliana admitted defeat and took out paper and a pen. There was no way that she could keep track of everything without taking some kind of inventory. Which meant creating some kind of inventory. And also grouping artifacts together in some semblance of function - or even just mana - would be wise. Ugh. She'd resisted doing anything of the sort, but if she wanted to find anything, she should probably pay at least some attention to how the shop was organized.
And perhaps even make some small attempt to organize it. Who even knew what she had in here anyway.
"Mishra's tits, what?!"
Her previous search was discarded as she pulled a simple silver box off the shelf in front of her. "No," she breathed. "It can't be." Flipping open the lid, music filled the store. "It must be a replica," she said, still sounding stunned. "It cannot be."
She named a song, a popular war ballad from when she was a young woman. The music box immediately changed to that song. She named another, one she'd heard on a plane that had been swallowed up by one of the Time Rifts. The music box opened with the distinctive riff and she couldn't help but smile. In a moment of sentimentality, she whispered, "Our mother's lullaby..." and the tiny chimes began to play a tune that hadn't been heard in nearly two centuries. Tears sprang unbidden to Liliana's eyes and she closed the box. The tune cut off immediately.
Well. That answered that question. Some fool who didn't know their history had seen only the plain exterior and had sent it off, not knowing what a priceless artifact they'd briefly held in their hand. Their loss was Liliana's gain.
A few minutes later box was displayed in the window, once again playing a lovely tune - one with no particular emotional attachments, however.
Kayla's Music Box
Not For Sale
The shop (and the shop's door) was open! Come enjoy the music.
[OCD-free]
...A frustrating half an hour later, Liliana admitted defeat and took out paper and a pen. There was no way that she could keep track of everything without taking some kind of inventory. Which meant creating some kind of inventory. And also grouping artifacts together in some semblance of function - or even just mana - would be wise. Ugh. She'd resisted doing anything of the sort, but if she wanted to find anything, she should probably pay at least some attention to how the shop was organized.
And perhaps even make some small attempt to organize it. Who even knew what she had in here anyway.
"Mishra's tits, what?!"
Her previous search was discarded as she pulled a simple silver box off the shelf in front of her. "No," she breathed. "It can't be." Flipping open the lid, music filled the store. "It must be a replica," she said, still sounding stunned. "It cannot be."
She named a song, a popular war ballad from when she was a young woman. The music box immediately changed to that song. She named another, one she'd heard on a plane that had been swallowed up by one of the Time Rifts. The music box opened with the distinctive riff and she couldn't help but smile. In a moment of sentimentality, she whispered, "Our mother's lullaby..." and the tiny chimes began to play a tune that hadn't been heard in nearly two centuries. Tears sprang unbidden to Liliana's eyes and she closed the box. The tune cut off immediately.
Well. That answered that question. Some fool who didn't know their history had seen only the plain exterior and had sent it off, not knowing what a priceless artifact they'd briefly held in their hand. Their loss was Liliana's gain.
A few minutes later box was displayed in the window, once again playing a lovely tune - one with no particular emotional attachments, however.
Not For Sale
The shop (and the shop's door) was open! Come enjoy the music.
[OCD-free]