Needful Things, Tuesday

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy wasn't like. An official employee or anything. There'd been no paperwork, and even if he had been official, he'd probably have been fired for no-call/no-show months ago.

None of this was stopping him from showing up at the shop on Tuesday morning and getting set up to work there for the day.

Look. He'd always been breaking in here anyway. And, well, if the place was no longer run by Harley and now had someone who intended to run a real business in charge . . . well, they should get used to how this island tended to run. Which included strange men breaking into your place of business to run the till for the day.

So there.

Anyway. Needful Things was open. With a sale on antique knives. Because why not?

[yeah, open!]

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[totalwildcard]

It was quiet for a couple of hours.

And then suddenly Harley came bursting in through the door like a hurricane, Bruce at her heels. She had what looked like a giant laundry bag slung over her shoulder, and was cheerfully singing some sort of old jazz standard to herself, just ever so slightly off key.

And then not at all when she came to an abrupt stop - physical and singing wise - as she realized she wasn't alone.

"Frenchie?" she squeaked, shoving her sunglasses up to her forehead. "You ain't dead?!"

[knightinshinarmor]

The singing was a good thing -- it helped clue Remy in that this was not a threat that needed exploding, but just his not-quite-boss. So he was already letting the charged card in his hand crumble to ash, and casually brushing said ash off the checkout counter into a trash can.

"I ain't dead," he agreed. ". . . This time."

He hadn't technically actually died yet in his timeline. But even once that technically actually happened, it would unhappen again anyway. Because comics canon that was how his universe tended to work.

"Glad to see you are likewise amongst the living, chef."