Fandom Island and Town

A day of being completely honest? Well, Coyote had been pretty sure that'd be like any other day.

Until he started figuring out how he wanted to sell some of his stock, today.

He couldn't compliment the customers and tell them what they wanted to hear. He couldn't claim that most of his stuff was authentic native American artwork. He couldn't even try to tell the ducks in the park that the steam room really was for purification purposes.

So he took his shirt off, instead. People in this town seemed to like that sort of thing.

Coyote Medicine!
Random crap the white man thinks is tribal and a lot of bull from a guy who's at least actually spoken to Great Spirit (and totally really did create the world, so there)
The Medicine Man is HORNY

It'd be an interesting day at Coyote Medicine.

Coyote hadn't even managed to meet all the old people in town, much less the new ones. Still, the cockroach had a point. It was his responsibility as a salesperson to fleece the newbies for all they were worth welcome the new students and citizens with random crap valuable wares .

And that was why Lloyd Commerce was here. If Coyote wasn't needed to sell the native stuff, then Lloyd was around to tell you about the wonders of the Miracle.

That's Miracle vacuum cleaner, of course.

Funny how Lloyd and Coyote never seemed to be in the store at the same time. Huh.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere
~~ hiring! ~~

LIFE'S TOO SHORT TO BE UNCLEAN
EVERYBODY NEEDS A MIRACLE!
inquire within

So the polar bear thing had just tripped people out. But Coyote was nothing if not adaptable.

Today he was going with a wee cute little fluffy penguin. He hoped some hot girls showed up. Hot girls were totally into wee cute little fluffy things.

Coyote Medicine
Tribal artifacts and Medicine Man services
The Medicine Man is SNUGGLY
~~ hiring ~~

Coyote had slept straight through Monday. As such, he'd be rather surprised to discover it was Tuesday.

A happy surprised, though. After all, it meant one less day of actually working.

Coyote Medicine
Tribal Artifacts and Medicine Man services
The Medicine Man is IN
~~ make me work less! ~~

Coyote totally hadn't noticed any animals on the island turning into people.

He was a nature spirit, the anthropomorphic representation of chaos and coyotes. Animals turning into people and vice versa wasn't really new to him.

Besides, he'd been busy on the mainland, disguising himself as a puppy and getting cuddled by hot girls.

Coyote Medicine
Tribal artifacts and medicine man services
The Medicine Man is IN
~~ still hiring ~~

Coyote Medicine was open.

Coyote had been distracted by being grumpy that Thanksgiving -- and free turkeys -- only came once a year, and as such, hadn't noticed the fact that the bucket he was carrying into the sweat lodge to throw over the heated rocks wasn't actually filled with water, but hot cocoa.

As a matter of fact, he didn't notice until he came out from his morning sweat to discover that he smelled like chocolate.

Which would be why he was currently sitting behind the counter, completely naked save for the coyote headdress in his lap, licking at his arm and wrists.

What? Cats did it all the time. . . .

Coyote Medicine
Tribal artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is IN CHOCOLATEY
~~ quite possibly still hiring ~~

Coyote Medicine was open.

No one had brought him any turkeys, yet. Coyote wondered if they were waiting for the end of the week. But that wasn't any good because he didn't work at the end of the week. Besides, he was hungry now.

Which would be why he had laid a cunning turkey trap in the center of the store. It included a pile of stuffing on a plate under a box propped up on a stick. What? Stuffing was always found in turkeys when they were cooked. So obviously the turkey must like eating it.

Oh yes, Coyote was truly an awesome hunter.

Coyote Medicine
Tribal artifacts and Medicine Man services
The Medicine Man is IN
~~ still hiring ~~

TURKEYS MAY BE DROPPED OFF DURING BUSINESS HOURS
FREE TURKEY-FOOD IN CENTER OF STORE!!!

Coyote couldn't think of anything creative to do today had fallen asleep behind the counter, today. The tail of his coyote headdress was draped across his face, and fluttering up and down in time to his snores.

Coyote Medicine
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ still hiring! ~~

All that herb smoking yesterday had left Coyote with a lovely hacking cough, so he'd spent most of the night in the sweatlodge to re-purify himself.

So, now he was dehydrated and had a slight cough.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ STILL hiring! ~~

Coyote thought it was rather lame that people only dressed up and went about offering tricks one day a year.

If anyone wanted to offer him a trick, today, he'd love that person forever. . . .

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ STILL hiring! ~~

Coyote totally hadn't spent all of yesterday as a hedgehog pretending to be a loofah in a girls' locker room on the mainland.

He doesn't know what you're talking about.

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ Now STILL hiring! ~~

Coyote Medicine was open.

[ooc: Yeeeeeeah, I totally brainfarted on getting this up yesterday. The day were crazy man. Craaaaazy.]

Coyote had managed to get an actual paying customer yesterday by drumming, so he figured it was time to try something new. He grabbed one of those odd "didgeridoo" things he'd bought on a whim when he saw them advertised as being "native" something-or-others to some other place he'd never been to. He wasn't terribly particular about his stock, as long as someone would associate it with some sort of native culture.

He was slouched in his usual chair outside the store, shirtless again, since the radio seemed to like it when he did that (and he wasn't entirely sure how the radio knew what he was wearing, but hey, if cars could know their way around, he supposed radios could know about fashion, too), propped one end of the didgeridoo on his foot, pursed his lips, and blew.

It sounded like a prolonged moose fart.

It was the best thing ever.

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ Now hiring! ~~

Coyote had discovered the radio broadcast. He was now standing in the doorway to the sweat lodge and peering in.

"It doesn't look unsanitary to me," he said. He looked down at the cockroach by his feet. "Do you think it's unsanitary?"

It didn't.

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
also hiring

[ooc: open]

Coyote stepped out into the street in front of his store, dressed in his usual buckskins and his very best coyote headdress, and lit a cigarette. It'd been a very good week-long sweat, but it was time to get back to getting money so he'd have something to bet the unicorn when they raced.

If he ever heard about all that he'd missed that prior weekend, he'd be very, very, very disappointed.

The store was all set up, shelves arranged with native paraphernalia ranging from the authentic to the stereotypical to the downright absurd, and the sweat lodge was nicely sage-y. The sign out front was as brightly lit, sparkly, and garish as any of Vegas' greatest signs, letters flashing on and off in complex chase sequences which Coyote personally found a bit hypnotic.

As a whole, the sign currently read:

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
GRAND OPENING
also hiring

[ooc: Back and ready to get this biznatch underway! Open.]

The Breeze blew in -- wait, no, wrong book

A raven swooped down to perch on the back of a bench and settled there for a moment, ruffling its feathers and stretching its wings as though it'd just flown a long distance.

Which it had. From Montana, even.

Then the raven opened its mouth and seemed to expand, feathers riding up on suddenly featherless fingers, pulling back and turning red as its legs grew into human legs and its beak shrank into a human nose.

And then there was a young man in black buckskin with red feather trim crouching on the back of the bench. He hopped forward and slouched down, surveying his surroundings and wishing for a cigarette.

Coyote had arrived.

[ooc: it's a park. Kinda open by definition.]