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Harley shoved her sunglasses up to her forehead. "Wait, I missed it?"

Bruce, sniffing around the door, offered no answer.

"How do you miss New Year's Eve?!"

No, not to that, either.

But the narrative would wager a guess that the answer would've had something to do with a very complicated string of events that boiled down to running into some gal who knew a guy, who knew another guy, and then completely losing track of time in Atlantic City for several days.

However, the facts were that Harley was home now, as of about five minutes ago, and the store was technically open.

"Geez," she huffed, to Bruce, but really mostly just herself. "Turn your back for two seconds and the world sneaks all kindsa stuff right on past ya."

(open!)

totalwildcard

So, Harley had sprouted reindeer antlers on her pretty little head. Majestic ones, to boot! Which, sure, had been kind of a pain in the ass for maneuvering around her apartment with, at first, but she'd made it work! 'Cause, look, she even eventually made it down into her store!

Where she then got to work on stealing some of the store's more Christmas-y wares to see which worked best as antler accessories. Maybe a festive garland, and a couple of nice glittery ornaments...?

Bruce, lounging on an antique couch, watched on with some level of wariness.

(open!)

totalwildcard

Hey, the Halloween decor had finally come down! Mostly because Bruce had gotten tangled in something and physically pulled a bunch of the decorations down first, but Harley had done the actual work after!

And now Needful Things was without anything specifically related to any holiday that was coming up, but Harley could probably be persuaded into looking for something shaped like a turkey if anyone came in with a need for one.

Otherwise, she was going to be slouching behind the counter with a book. It just felt like that kind of a day.

(open!)

totalwildcard

Harley had been bouncing around off the island for the past week or so, after the Slaughter Swamp incident and the surprise visit to New York that had followed. She'd actually been planning (as much as Harley planned anything) to continue on in that same vein - but then there had been a phone call about a delivery on the island, for an order that she'd completely forgotten about.

So she'd had to rush back to Fandom to let some big burly delivery guys into the building, so that they could bring in the big honkin' canopy bed she'd ordered while on the fall break trip. Because there'd been canopy beds there, and she'd kind of been between beds for a while now, and was easily influenced sometimes when it came to treating herself, and, you know. That whole thing.

So that had been her morning.

By noon, things upstairs in the apartment were settled - a mess, but settled! - and the store door was open, and Harley was downstairs, puttering around with a giant mug of coffee.

Considering taking the Halloween decor down. Not actually doing it yet.

(open but slow because life)

totalwildcard

Harley had gone AWOL for a few days after the vacation. Why and where were none of anyone else's concern, and anyway, she'd come back for the real important bit!

The WE GOT HAUNTED STUFF! sign was still in the Needful Things window, but it had been joined - among all the vintage decorations - by a bigger sign:

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

Yes, all of those exclamation points were important. Every! last! one!

Also, Bruce was in the store with Harley, and he was wearing a Halloween headband with kitty ears on it. Or at least he would be until he'd eventually decide to shake it off and destroy it. Which would probably be within the first five minutes, but Harley had already gotten a picture so it was fine!

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Remy did not pay nearly enough attention to the island news to know why the town was so quiet this week. He just knew that it was, and that it tended to happen a few times a year.

Just meant that there were less distractions for the cats as they trailed after him to the shop this week. He'd tried to keep them in -- but let's be real, he didn't try very hard. They seemed rather sturdy, and had always come home so far when they wandered off. And hey, it kept them entertained!

And kept Remy entertained, catching things they knocked off shelves.

A good time for everyone. If something broke . . . Remy could always steal Harley a new one for her stock. Assuming she knew enough about what she had in stock to notice.

[open!]

totalwildcard

That particular Friday, it was extremely easy to find Harley in her store. Because she was in the window, getting it all decked out in vintage Halloween glory.

How many decades old cardboard Jack o' Lantern cutouts did one store window need? This many.

Needful Things was open, and the manager was hyper focusing.

(open! ETA: Steven's visit NFB, please and thank you!)

totalwildcard

Yet another Friday! Yet more stuff at Needful Things!

Including a delivery of a package of random trinkets that honestly kind of seemed like maybe someone had just upended the contents of their junk drawer into a cardboard box and mailed it off. It was questionable whether it had even been meant for the store in the first place.

Wasn't going to stop Harley from treating it like she was unboxing a mystery box that was brightening up her day, though!

(open!)

totalwildcard

So, Cass was in town. The other Harley too, apparently, which this Harley wasn't sure how she felt about, but as usual: the kid was within her field of vision, so she was who all of Harley's focus was on. Everything else, she could worry about later. Or possibly not at all!

Anyway, Cass was inspecting the store. Or mostly its wares. She gave a low whistle. "Damn, was all this from just the one job?"

Harley shrugged. "Most of it?" she offered. "We got a thing or two in from elsewhere later, but, yanno. Turns out Frenchie's not too much more of a slouch than I am, so we got around."

"So where's my cut?" the kid asked.

Harley raised her eyebrows at her. (She was so proud, but still, eyebrows.) "I seem to recall you getting a very nice, nay, almost infinite stack of gift cards for your favorite food delivery apps." A beat. "Also, whatever ya just pocketed, put it back."

Cass grumbled, but relented and put the overly expensive little figurine back on the shelf.

Needful Things was open and Harley Quinn & Associate, Badass Motherfuckers were in.

(open)

totalwildcard

The sign was finally gone from the Needful Things window. Perhaps predictably, this was not because Harley had taken it down, but because it had fallen off on its own, and had now taken residence underneath a nearby antique arm chair.

Harley was busy making a new window display out of a bunch of antique candelabras.

After wards, she was looking her set up over with a critical eye, and considering whether she should get actual candles and light them all? Maybe people would be more into buying some fancy candle sticks if they saw them in action, yanno!

(open like a store!)

totalwildcard

The WE ARE RE-OPEN !!! sign remained in the Needful Things window. Odds were great it would still be there in the following week, unless it happened to fall off on its own, but at least it was still sort of relevant for now.

Also, Harley was inside, trying to juggle with antique spoons.

Don't ask.

(open! I remember what day it is, I swear)

totalwildcard

So the previous week had been distracting. Kinda really distracting, actually, more than enough so that all thoughts of doing things like getting the store officially open again had flitted right out of Harley's little head.

But Monday morning had rolled around, and immediately upon taking her first step out the door to take Bruce out for walkies, Harley had noticed how nice it was out. And it had felt to her as if something had shifted. Or maybe that was just her brain.

Either way:

"Ooh fucking fantastic!"

Waitaminute.

"Fuck, shit, motherfucker - we're back!!"

So the energy of the day was excitement. Which, sure, Harley had also managed to feel a bunch of over the week, especially the day with all the glitter (and there was so much glitter still everywhere) but still. When she ~~we assume~~ returned from swim class, she left the store door wide open, and plastered a new hastily made sign in the window:

WE ARE RE-OPEN !!!

(open! for real, this time!)

knightinshinarmor

You know, there was something about sitting in the midst of a cache of goods that you helped, uh, acquire. Remy had known this for years, of course, but it had been a long time since he last experienced it.

He hadn't gone on quite the level of crime spree as he ~~was still playing out~~ had with Harley in ages. And none of this seemed that likely to lead him to an adventure where he nearly died several times!

He was somewhat sprawled at the sales desk today, his colony of cats (back down to three, where had the other three gone? He would never know), excitedly exploring everything and placing their own cat-like claims on various objects.

"Hey," he said, snapping his fingers at Lucifer. "No scratching. Be good."

And because telling a cat anything was an exercise in futility, he dropped his hand to his side to scritch the air, summoning the little orange cat to come get scritches of his own.

Welcome to the Needful Things. It wasn't . . . actually officially reopened yet. Remy made no effort to take down the sign Harley had put up. The door wasn't, like, locked though. So you didn't have to break in if you wanted to wander around.

[open!]

totalwildcard

After the previous night's ~~ongoing~~ efforts, and a little bit of bribe-induced carrying help from various rikshaw drivers much too early in the morning, Needful Things was no longer empty! It also had no sense of order, as of yet, but that was what Harley was working on throughout Friday, taking things from the big pile of an entire van's worth of stuff in the middle of the store and putting it in displays, one by one.

She had not yet gone to sleep since waking up at whatever time she'd woken up on Thursday morning. But she had had a couple of pots of coffee and an energy drink, so she was fine and also kind of vibrating right out of her skin! Which was fine!

There was also an insistent background hum of... instincts, in the back of her brain, that kept making her pick up her phone only to put it right back away again. Like an itch she almost kept scratching while flurries of thoughts, including some things Frenchie had said, bounced around in her skull. But she had a handle on it. So also fine!

Also, there was a hastily scrawled GRAND REOPENING NEXT WEEK!! sign on the window, because someone did not yet know what chaos the following week was going to be.

(open post, semi open store! all references to criminal activity NFB, of course)

totalwildcard

There was a new sign in Needful Things' window this Friday:

The store remained empty, and the proprietress (as much as Harley was that in any legal sense) was not in. Not in the store, and not even in the building, for the first non-hyena-walkies time since Tuesday morning.

It was, in one word...

Quiet.

(establishy and NFI, duh)

totalwildcard

The previous day's museum visit having gone the way it had, there was really only one thing for Harley to do...

Throw herself full throttle into her heist plans!!

Sure, there were other things she could've tried to do, too, but the top one was both too terrifying and she was sure Steven was too busy continuing to be self-righteous and licking his wounds and doing absolutely no genuine self-reflection whatsoever - and most importantly, holding onto the body all through that - for her to even make an attempt at the thing right then, so. Heist plans it was!

She had a map of the mainland spread out on the floor in the middle of the still-empty store. And at each corner of the map, there were offerings of rum. She could remember about the squirrels when it counted, and crime really counted! She had a marker, and she had her phone, and she was marking the locations of some of the places the kid had scouted that seemed to have the best loot. Or, she could say, where the best merch for her store was just waiting to fall right into her grubby little hands.

She was, after all, a genuine article bad person.

(ALL HEIST STUFF NFB PLZ, store closed, post open, some SP will occur throughout Friday)

totalwildcard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Harley knew about the party. She'd seen the posters around town the few times she'd actually gone outside in the past week or so. She'd even briefly considered pettily defacing at least one to say "SOME ARE WELCOME" but she hadn't happened to have a Sharpie or anything else useful on her at the time.

Anyway, she would not be attending, contain your shock. It would've been awkward enough when she had still been together with someone who would've been busy in a not-there sense the entire time, and now...

Well, now she would be finding something else to do with her evening. Harley didn't know what, yet, but it'd come to her! She was sure! And in the meantime, she was going to be in her still-empty store, trying to come up with new ideas for that. Granted, she didn't actually have any of those yet either, but they would come!! Just you watch!

But also, did you know that the classic grandma's house smell of thrifting and antiques could start feeling a lot less cozy and a lot more eugh if it was just an empty store still hanging onto it? Yeah, first things first: Harley was propping the store wide open to let some fresh air in.

Maybe it'd help her think. A gal could always hope, right?

(store still closed, post and store door open!)

totalwildcard

Remy's "CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS" sign was still in the window of Needful Things. And the inside of the store remained barren, shelves empty and the checkout counter standing useless in the middle of it.

And Harley was sitting on the floor, eating a cake she'd ordered in. So, whatever stage of the breakup that was, she was pretty firmly at it, one sugar overloaded scoop of a spoon at a time. The high of the bonfire had carried her for a few days, but when she'd crashed, she'd done so hard.

And now that that had evened out, at least a little... Yeah, cake it was. While she looked around her store, and heaved a big sigh that was far from her first of the day.

"Jeez, how'm I gonna fill ya back up with junk, huh?"

And did she even really want to?

She drowned that thought out by shoveling yet more cake in her mouth.

(store closed, post open)

knightinshinarmor

Remy made his way to the shop . . . eventually. Where he found the place all but cleared out. There was, in fact, little left in the place other than a collection of cat food behind the sales desk.

Remy was reasonably certain that wasn't for Bruce.

He found a handy scrap of cardboard and a marker and hastily scrawled a "CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS" sign on it, which he hung in the window. Then he sat back and tried to imagine what Harley would choose to fill this place with.

"Still not big enough for Fifi," he mused aloud. "Pity."

[store closed, post open. Cat food modded with approval from Harley's mun!]

totalwildcard

The windows of Needful Things were plastered with handmade signs saying things like "BIG SALE" and "EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!!" Which was not at all influenced by recent events, except for entirely.

Harley had spent a good chunk of the previous day trying to overhaul her entire apartment upstairs. Now her place was even more of a chaotic mess than it already had been, but at least nothing that wasn't bolted down was where it had started out. A lot of it now also wasn't anywhere it made any sense, and her bed was currently kind of wedged in a doorway but whatever, she'd deal with it later. Because that day, it was the store's turn.

Hence the attractive signage on the windows. Trying to reorganize the entire store seemed like a lot of work, so Harley's thinking was she could just try and and sell off as much as she humanly could, and then just restock the entire place until it no longer reminded her of coming home from things that hadn't been dates, or that one time just barely away from the view of the windows she'd --

Anyway!

Change was good, right? So good.

You could tell just how good by how a record player was blaring, and Harley was belting "Iiiiiiii AIN'T got noBOOOODY --!" right along with it.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

It took a judicious application of treats, but Remy managed to head to the store this week without the cats in tow.

Which was good, because the store was particularly . . . fragrant, today.

The source, he quickly discovered, was an extra-large pizza covered in brightly colored, not-easily identified, but likely non-traditional toppings, sitting on the check-out desk.

Remy blinked at it. He poked at it. He sniffed it delicately.

He decided to sit on the other side of the room today.

But hey, customers who may or may not show up: have some pizza! It's on sale. It may or may not be cursed.

[this post brought to you by the not-at-all mysterious pizza my company got for us for lunch. Mine has fried chicken and bacon on it. Mmmmm.]

knightinshinarmor

The cats had decided that tagging along with Remy to work was The Thing To Do apparently. And Remy wasn't doing a whole lot to dissuade them. They'd done alright last week, after all. They'd probably be fine this time, too.

"Lucifer!" Remy barked. "What are you eating?!"

Lucifer (the cat) hunched over, further hiding what he was chewing on from sight. Oliver, perched on Remy's shoulder, whined. Was he telling on his brother? Jealous of his brother? Who knew?

". . . Merde," Remy said, looking around. "Figaro! Figaro, where'd you get off to? Figaro!"

He was probably going to have to try and set this boundary a little more firmly in the future.

[open!]

totalwildcard

Harley was having a weird week, and not in the fun, distracting island way, just in the annoyingly complicated human way where you had to have conversations you didn't entirely know what to do with that just kinda left you restless.

Also it was gonna be her birthday on Sunday and she had no plans whatsoever and ugh and bleugh and all that stuff.

But hey, antique hand fans were on sale! That was something!

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

So. Remy had three high energy, intelligent cats. And lived in a small suite in a boarding house.

He did not do a whole lot to try to rein in his cats' tendencies to want to roam. That was hard to do when you tended to relocate at a moment's notice due to any manner of events, up to and including the entire school/building/city he was living in being taken over by evil.

Plus, like. Even if he did try to make them indoor-only cats, the little bastards had this amazing tendency to find themselves embroiled in the drama of other superhero-adjacent animals all over the multiverse, whether he wanted them to or not.

You know how they say that pets and owners tended to resemble each other after awhile? Yeah. Well.

All that to say that when Lucifer (the cat), Oliver, and Figaro decided to follow him to the shop today, he didn't get a whole lot out of telling them "no" or "stay". Even "there's a hyena that lives there and I don't know what Harley feeds him" didn't hold much weight.

Hopefully Bruce -- and Harley -- wouldn't be too put out by the cats joining him at work. They mostly stuck near Remy, at least. And they . . . probably wouldn't try to mark too much of the inventory as their own personal property.

He was going to end up buying himself a cat-hair covered cushion or two by the end of the day, wasn't he.

[open! Mind the cats. . . .]

totalwildcard

One of the costume jewelry gems was still faintly glowing, as it had been when Remy had first spotted it earlier in the week. Harley had also spotted it, by now - which meant it was now in a little display all its own, complete with a sign that read VERY SPECIAL GLOWY GEM, NO BATTERY NEEDED and a price tag that was now triple what it had originally been.

Harley was considering quadrupling it.

But right now, she was dealing with a clothing crisis. Sure, she'd done laundry semi-recently, but there had been an unfortunate glitter-and-ketchup disaster (don't ask) near and in her wardrobe upstairs, and now she was stuck going through the vintage pieces they had in the back of the store for something she'd like.

Except.

"... Are we having a moth invasion??"

Yes. Apparently they were.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Oh hey! Look who remembered he was kinda sorta pretending to be employed somewhere!

Remy made his way into the shop in his usual manner (with lockpicks if Harley had remembered to lock the place up) and took a leisurely tour around to see if there was anything new or interesting on display.

. . . One of the decided fake-looking (but pretty!) gems was faintly glowing.

He watched it for several moments, trying to decide what to do about it. Should he pick it up? Ignore it? Was this a potential launching mechanism of a ~~plotline~~ adventure? Or a trap laid by a fiend?

. . . You know what? He didn't have the X-men's idiot ball right now, so he was just going to go ahead and leave that alone. Let someone else deal with the consequences of poking strange, glowing rocks.

He did put the entire counter of costume jewelry on sale, though. Just in case.

[open!]

totalwildcard

There was a weird, very shiny wooden statue in the store. Harley honestly didn't pay it much mind, until she happened to trip over something on the floor right by it.

And it felt perfectly reasonable to her to right herself and then immediately whip around to point a highly accusatory finger at the statue.

"I'm watchin' ya, pal!" she told it. "I'm serious!"

The statue said nothing.

For now.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Remy looked around the store when he came in, but could find no sign of any other live alligators. Which was for the best, of course, but he did kind of miss hanging out with the little guy.

. . . Getting a pet alligator was probably a bad plan, though. It was unlikely to play well with his cats.

Instead, he was noticing that there seemed to be a lot more old books around the shop than he'd noticed before. They were all old and dusty-looking and smelled like . . . well. Old books.

He quickly set about pricing each one. You never new with books! Some of them were worth crazy amounts! None of these were quite in the shape to be sleeper rarities though, so he just set about making a nice little display.

So, yeah. Here's a sale on weird old books.

[I have a copy of each of those books in my home. I have read NONE of them. Open!]

knightinshinarmor

Remy had been spending most of his time of late on the mainland -- he'd never been great at staying one place (that wasn't New Orleans) -- but he managed to remember his shift at the store this week and after checking in on the cats, made his way over to make sure Harley hadn't accidentally burned the place down or anything.

Instead he discovered she'd been getting creative with displays. Because who didn't want to see weird taxidermied birds when they went junk shopping?

There seemed to be an excess of taxidermy in the shop today, in fact. Remy patted one of perhaps a dozen little stuffed alligators on the head as he passed by. "Almost makes it feel like home, non?" he mused aloud.

The little alligator snapped its jaws at him, making him jump.

"Mon Dieu," Remy hissed, bending down to peer at the little guy. "Homme, you scared the shit out of me!"

The alligator stared back.

"This ain't a good place for you." He picked it up, careful of its teeth, and carried it over to the checkout desk where he could keep a closer eye on it. "There's a hyena that lives here! Bruce'd snap you up in two bites. You'd best hang with me 'til I can figure out a better place to put you."

In the meantime, Fandom, have a sale on weird stuffed gators.

[Inspired by this. Open!]

totalwildcard

Friday? And Harley was actually in the store? You know, it actually happened sometimes, and this was one of those times!

Sure, she was making an arrangement out of fake flowers, random costume jewelry, and - as the piece de resistance - a very battered looking taxidermy owl as a centerpiece for the whole thing, using an antique tuba as a makeshift vase, but hey, you ever manage a thrifty antique store? Couldja say what she was doing wasn't part of her job?

Well?!

Didn't think so.

Needful Things is open!

(open, might be slow, you know how it is!)

knightinshinarmor

The shop was pretty much exactly how Remy expected it to be when he came in today.

Suspiciously so.

He navigated his way gingerly through the chaotic displays of random junk and sat with with back against a wall, watching . . . more chaotic displays of random junk.

Look, things didn't tend to stay normal for long, in Remy's experience. Okay? Anyway. Have a sale on, uhhhh, fiestaware. In all its radioactive glory.

[open!]

knightinshinarmor

One of the great indignities of being a superhero was that, despite what many in his universe tended to believe, Remy was still human. Which meant he still needed to make, say, dentist appointments.

He'd spent most of the morning on hold trying to do just that, in fact. It was especially aggravating when, after being redirected to a text message system and failing to get it to work, he'd had to sit on hold listening to how great the new text messaging system was.

Anyway, have a sale on old teeth. You freaking weirdo.

[What? Sometimes you gotta just use your day as inspiration. Open!]

knightinshinarmor

Remy came into the shop today and nearly walked facefirst into a large painting of a clown.

". . . No," he said. And pulled out a knife.

Here, Fandom, have a sale on fancy frames! Don't ask where the paintings that had been in the frames were. Or why there was a small pile of smoldering canvas outside, advertising the sale.

Surely these things were unconnected.

[IDK. Open!]

totalwildcard

It was amazing how often Harley managed to keep up the appearances of being at least a somewhat legit business owner and shopkeeper.

This was not one of those weeks.

But! She was in the vicinity of her shop, at least! Because she'd dragged a nice antique armchair out in front of the store, and was sitting in it, reading some tattered romance paperback. Bruce lounged next to her on the ground, people-watching.

Needful Things was open... ish?

(brain says no. but open!)

knightinshinarmor

Remy didn't pay a whole lot of attention to things like calendar dates as a general rule -- honestly, time was pretty meaningless in his world. A single battle might happen and yet six months would have gone by. Or he'd go through what felt like several years and discover it was still the same month. . . .

But everyone felt like that, right? Everyone watched their friends age from young teenagers to full adults taking care of babies of their own without seeming to age a single day themselves. That was just how life worked.

Anyway, that was all to say: even if he did track things like the Ides of March, he'd have no idea it was happening this weekend.

The store, on the other hand?

"Huh." Remy looked around, bemused. "Harley got a thing for pots now, I guess."

Enjoy Needful Things' sale on elaborate Grecian urns.

[I just finished giving a demo to see if we could get an AI to do part of my department's job for us. Phoned in post is phoned in, but ultimately OPEN!]

knightinshinarmor

Had the wall behind the sales desk always been covered in mirrors? Remy was fairly certain it hadn't been. It was giving a real Versailles vibe that didn't sit well with him.

For one thing, he kept thinking he was seeing extra people in them.

Fortunately, they were behind the sales desk, so he could sit there with his back to them and ignore them.

You know, other than putting them on sale.

No refunds if they turned out to be haunted, though. You get what you get when you buy an antique mirror.

[open!}

knightinshinarmor

So. Remy wasn't being harassed by clocks or hounded by robots today. And he'd had a quite enjoyable weekend, what with the speed dating and all. So he was in a pretty good mood today as he idly dusted the shelves in the shop and then set himself up behind the sales counter.

Surely -- surely -- nothing else would come along to ruin that good mood. Right?

Right?

. . .

Time would tell.

[open!]

knightinshinarmor

Remy's day had started out extremely normal. He'd fed his cats. Skimmed the news. Gone to the shop. Opened things up, checked the register -- and noticed that, at some point after he'd come in, an army of antique toy robots had amassed and was sitting, completely silent and still, facing him.

". . . This can't be good."

When he looked away, sometimes they moved closer. Still soundlessly, though he was sure that most of them should have rattled or beeped or made some kind of sound as they moved. Sometimes they just. Stayed where they were.

Always facing him. On shelves. On the floor. He was frankly unwilling to look up and see if any were on the ceiling.

He was keeping his cards handy, just in case. And in the meantime, please, someone, come buy robots!

[open!]

knightinshinarmor

There was a remarkable lack of clocks in the store now. And the ones that remained were clearly entirely too intimidated to bother chiming at all.

That was Remy's half-joking assumption, anyway. He was just going to enjoy the relative silence.

. . . yep, just. Enjoying the silence.

. . . such silence.

Ooo, a gramophone!

Remy was enjoying the lack of clock noise today by playing the gramophone classics he could find in stock. At a very reasonable volume. He didn't want to see this gorgeous piece of equipment smashed in a fit of pique, thanks.

And sure, it and the songs could be on sale. Assuming you'd appreciate them properly.

[open!]

totalwildcard

There were no clocks at Needful Things that Friday. Because Harley held a grudge over the incident on Tuesday, or simply because no new old stock had arrived to replace everything that had been smashed to pieces? Who could say! Instead, the store was filled with lots and lots of antique glass flowers in all sorts of shapes, colors, and sizes.

And how long would those stay safe from a much more accidental smashing?

Who could say!

But at least Harley didn't have another baseball bat in the store with her, this time.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Remy was here. Remy was hungover again, but he was here. For some reason every antique clock in the place was chiming intermittently, so Remy was also contemplating some mass destruction.

But he was here.

Have a sale on those damned antique clocks.

[open!]

knightinshinarmor

Remy had wandered back into the store again, and set about sifting through the stock, seeing if anything interesting and new had been added.

Was he working? Casing the place? Eh. The two were not mutually exclusive. He picked up an interesting knife and looked it over.

There really were some fascinating things in this store.

[open!]

totalwildcard

There was a ball pit inside Harley's store.

A BALL PIT!!

Yeah, any and all thoughts she'd had about holding another fake sale were all forgotten as soon as she made it downstairs. Playing around in Christmas baubles was way more important than that. Also playing with Christmas baubles.

"Fetch, Brucey! Good boy!"

Needful Things was open, mind the occasional flying ornaments.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Remy had spent the week making plans, and was now making use of what office supplies he could find in the store to make said plans a reality.

By cobbling together a flier. Like he was in high school or something.

Seriously, there were, like, glue sticks involved.

If you actually wanted to buy things, well. Have a sale on chatelaines.

[open!]

knightinshinarmor

Getting shoved into teaching yesterday had put Remy into rather a good mood. Turned out he kind of missed working with kids.

Not enough to, like, apply to teach an actual class at the school or anything. But enough to have him thinking more about the Multi-Purpose Room at the boarding house and the young powered types living there who could probably do with some X-Men style training on the regular. . . .

Maybe he could do, like. A club or something. Like a book club, only with illusory giant robots.

Hmmm.

In the meantime, have a sale on . . . oh dude. Was that a violet ray machine? And attachments! Yeah, it wasn't on sale, but it was prominently displayed today, anyway.

[open! The first link is SFW! The second is . . . iffy]

totalwildcard

Harley had missed Black Friday last week, on account of general distraction. Not to worry, though! There was a big and bright sign on the Needful Things window on that particular Friday, instead:

NEON PINK FRIDAY
TODAY!!!

There was no actual sale going on, associated with the sign. But then neither was the sign promising a sale, so ha!

Harley was in, with Bruce, ready to sell everything at the usual prices, pretending they were cheaper than normal.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Remy had been a kid again this weekend. Which was a new one for him, he had to admit, though he'd first met Storm when she was temporarily de-aged. It'd been kind of fun! The island had been kind enough to zap him back to an age after Jean-Luc had adopted him, if not all that long after, so he'd been more focused on getting away with as many thefts as possible, rather than hunting for food and shelter or trying to figure out what had happened to his fellow members of the local Fagan's Mob.

All of this mean that he showed up at the shop today with a backpack full of miscellaneous pilfered items, most of them worth a fair amount of money. He'd always had a good eye for that, able to pick the real stuff from the paste and costume jewelry with little more than a glance. He laid his prizes out on the checkout desk to sort through them.

He should probably try to return it. Rather than sell it. He was an adult now, after all, and he lived here. He held up a particularly glittery purple ring and angled it into the light.

Liliana was going to kill him.

Anyway, have a sale on jewelry that isn't purple.

[open!]

totalwildcard

It was a puttering around sort of day at Needful Things.

That was the nice way of putting it, anyway. The less nice way would have been to say it was a day for Harley to pick up tasks - dusting, putting new-old merchandise in their proper places, trying to fix a vase she'd broken while putting new-old merchandise in its proper place - only to abandon them the second some other task caught her attention.

In the afternoon, this chain of tasks was ultimately going to lead to her catching a glimpse of her J tattoo in one of the antique mirrors, and promptly abandoning the entire store in favor of the tattoo place down the street.

But until then, Needful Things was open!

(open, provided you show up before she skedaddles!)

totalwildcard

Harley hadn't been in a rush to get back into town, between her original reasons for deciding to take a break and the totally fine phone call earlier in the week. But she'd acquired some new loot to bring back to the store, and some people at the park near Cass's place had started making sily noises about calling animal control over just one itty-bitty hyena frequenting the place, so...

She and Bruce showed up at Needful Things again on Friday. He immediately went on a very thorough tour of both the store and the apartment above to see everything seemed in order to his keen hyena senses, while Harley got to dumping various totally legally obtained jewelry and other things onto displays around the store.

Anything else, like seeking people out to talk to them, could wait.

(open!)

knightinshinarmor

Guess who'd wandered back into the shop for "work"! Remy had decided that if Harley really wanted him gone, she was going to have to actually fire him.

What? He was really good at outstaying his welcome places. If he did it long enough, they stopped bothering not to welcome him!

. . . Or they tried to kill him in Antarctica. One of those two.

Anyway. Have a sale on random coronation china.

[open!]

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