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No, Edmund wasn't in the wrong place ~~and neither was this post~~; there was an incredibly direct note taped to the classroom door pointing his Dealing With Idiots students this way.

He also wasn't wearing one of the lovely purple uniform shirts stacked on the table beside him, and as for the hats... well. You couldn't pay him to put one of those on.

Just in case that wasn't obvious, he opened with a subtle allusion to that very fact: "You couldn't pay me to put one of those hats on." See? Subtle. "If you've any sense at all, the same is true for you."

Blackadder smiled somewhat evilly. Well.... not evilly, not really. Just bastardly. Evil took more effort than he cared to expend. "Luckily for us all, I'm not paying you; I'm just ordering you. Welcome to the Real World, and I don't mean that programme where they shove a bunch of spoiled twenty-somethings into a flat for six weeks and interview them on the commode about the previous week's adventures in fornication. I'm talking about the service industry. Today, half of you will be wearing the pointier and less dangly bits of a cow on your heads, while the other half try as hard as possible to make your lives completely miserable while ordering food from you."

All right, maybe he was a little evil. "The place is also open to the public, so you'll have to deal with any real idiots who wander in."

[OOC: Open! Post is for Dealing With Idiots class and anyone else who wants to traipse in and make their lives hell by ordering a Super McDuper McMoobity Meal with no bun, ranch dressing on the side, extra ice in the Diet Coke and a mini-moob meal toy without the mini-moob meal.]

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Somehow Makita had managed to get inside the store, despite the lack of disposable thumbs. How? Well, she wasn't telling. But for now she had the front door open to enjoy the warm-ish weather. For a wolf in full fur? 63F was practically tropical.

Pixie Dust is open, and Makita is willing to help, well, however she can.

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Makita did not have any children this weekend, which, did not particularly surprise her or cause her any distress. She and Proto lived in a city that was a ground-zero bloodbath, and any child of theirs would be far too well trained to go through strange Gates without their parents. It was as simple as that.

But there were lots of new parents with small children flailing about, and so Makita had put some of the smallest clothing they had on racks right up front. Small shoes, too, in case small people had some sort of accident over the weekend.

Pixie Dust was open, but Makita was going to expect you to pick-up after your own kid.

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The battle between the lingerie and the snow gear continued, but with the addition of the rose petals that kept appearing everywhere, no matter how many times Makita swept them out the front door.

So, when life gives you rose petals, you make giant rose petal piles and jump off the counter into them a few times. Makita was curious to see how big a pile she could manage by the end of the day.

Pixie Dust was open, with Jenny's sign still in the window:
15% OFF
ANYTHING THAT'S NOT PINK OR RED.

[Open & ocd freeeeeeeee bbs]

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There was pink and lace EVERYWHERE, and it made Makita itch just to look at it.

Which was why the mannequins were posed in all-out war, with the ones properly dressed for winter were dumping fake styrofoam snowballs on their enemies in lingerie.

Pixie Dust was open, but you'd get mocked if you got something pink.

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Makita was discovering the boot-display someone had put up last week. And while she privately thought the fur-lined thigh highs were a bit, well, impractical, she had discovered Ugg boots.

Dushka was going to be getting a late midwinter gift, if Maki could figure out what size would suit him best. He was a growing kid! For all she knew, the shrimp could be twelve feet tall by now...not that that was likely to happen. He was the baby of their group, after all.

Pixie Dust is open, and the shop girl is trying to figure out American shoe sizes. It's going to be an interesting day.

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The place was practically swarming with new kids, so Makita dug out Jenny's sign from last semester.
10% off for new students
Especially if you're dressed like a a git

Pixie Dust was open, and ready to serve. The shopgirl doesn't actually know what a 'git' is, but she can guess.

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There was a very disgruntled girl behind the counter at Pixie Dust.

No, scratch that, there was a very disgruntled wolf behind the counter at Pixie Dust. Someone had ~~handwavily~~ gotten the wrong end of some goblin magic at one point, and been four-legged ever since.

Considering this was finals week, it would hopefully wear off soon.

[OCD GOT ATE BY GOBLINS]

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"Put that back you askldfjalskdfjlaksdjf!!!" There was the sound of crashing and Makita swearing in Nokgorkan as she chased some little green guys around the back room. "If you aren't going to burn the stuff, you have to buy it!"

One fellow skidded to a stop, and looked up at her with a suspicious gleam in his eyes. "Burn?"

"Yeah, burn," Makita said, pantomiming an explosion, complete with sound effect. "You stole all that crap out of the burn pile."

Some of them exchanged looks. "But...shiny," one sniffled in woe, giving her large puppy eyes.

Makita sighed, and looked at the hopeful group. "One item each," she decided, holding up a finger. "In return, you gotta help me take out the trash, vacuum and dust the store, wash the windows, and burn the rest of this." Her 'customers' quickly agreed, and set about being as helpful as they could manage.

After all, how could she say no to a midget-green-thing in a boa?

[OOC: Open and OCD Freeeeeeeeee!]

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That had been a lot of food over the weekend, and Makita was not complaining.

But she was wondering if there was going to be as much food at Christmas, as she strung up lights and other decorations, placing "Santa hats" on all the mannequins. Or if she and Proto would find a way home for the holiday.

[OOC: work is eating me & the ocd!]

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Who still hadn't realized anything odd was going on last week? It wasn't that she was clueless -- not by a longshot -- but Makita was generally too filled with energy to notice any additional pep that might have been in her step.

Pixie Dust was open, and Makita was busy restocking the dresses and lingerie. Apparently the store had been a bit busy.

[OOC: OCD is still on a long weekend.]

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If there was something different today, Makita wasn't noticing. She was always filled with restless energy, throwing herself from one task to the next. Pretty much anyone still living in Bahamut would just grin, spread their hands helplessly, and tell you that was Makinoshka for you. Worse than her Papa, that one, may the One God rest his soul.

Today, that core of energy was being transferred into re-arranging the store display with coats and hats and mittens, and scarves. Bright, beautiful scarves, with lots of colors.

Pixie Dust was open, and ready for the encroaching winter.

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There were a few 'costume-ish' outfits in the store, so Makita threw them in a bin and put them on sale. If they didn't sell by the end of the day, they'd go in the burning pile.

But since there weren't any customers at the moment, she was going to try dropping these 'Sweet Tarts' into vodka, and seeing how the flavor changed.

chosehumanity

It was probably a good idea if no one asked Mitchell how he'd even gotten this idea in the first place. The point was that after several weeks stuck in Bristol, watching new fledgeling vampires wake up for the first time, he needed a distraction, and this seemed like a really good idea. Considering the timing, and all that.

He was probably horribly wrong about that.

Still, by morning that day, the sign above the movie theatre read a cheery.

SHOWING TONIGHT:
The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture
Amuse Yrself Any Way
Apprpriate

Mitchell might still have been chock-full of humanity issues, but he was feeling pretty good about this one.

[[ open! i take no responsibility for any of this, and blame

bitten_notshy to within an inch of her life ]]mst

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There was some sort of witchcraft going on where half the people were the wrong gender, and Makita was very thankful that it hadn't happened to her. Using the protocols were one thing, but magic? Like this? Strange happenings that did not come from a Priestess channeling the will of God? It made Makita's skin crawl.

To cheer herself up, she'd started decorating for this 'Homecoming' dance she'd heard about, putting out some of the prettiest dresses and fancy suits. She'd already picked out her own outfit, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy trying on a few Western-style dresses.

[Dear LJ, NO LOVE AND NO OCD]

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It had been 'Parent Weekend.'

Makita had hid.

She had no mother, and Papa was dead. All she had left, all she needed, was Proto. The other members of the resistance were family too, but more like a ragtag group of cousins and uncles, with the Priestesses serving as the terrifying aunts that were constantly trying to feed her.

So today got a new sign in the window:

Survived your family? Bring proof of their visit and get 10% off your purchase.

She could still help those who had been completely traumatized. Papa would have approved.

Current Mood: melancholy

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Makita had never really bothered to think about why the store was named 'Pixie Dust.' In fact, she had no idea that the former proprietor was, indeed, a pixie.

If she was completely honest, as good as Makita's command of the English language was, she didn't know what 'pixie' meant, beyond a vague idea of a fairy-legend-thing.

Today she was getting a crash course.

"It bit me!" A eruption of rather violent-sounding Nokgorkan followed that pronouncement, with Makita digging out the fly swatter from under the counter and stalking after the flitting little pests, intent on bloodshed. "Come back here, you !LASKF*&@ALKJFH..."

Pixie Dust was open, but mind the actual pixies.

Current Mood: aggravated

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Today, Makita had a mission. She was trying on different work-out clothing from the store, picking out things that could pass as regular clothing if needed. She liked the idea of wearing something a bit more flexible for Miss Angua's class than the jeans and other clothing she'd purchased in her time at Fandom, without going back to her 'wolf uniform.

Anything with neon or obvious spandex was automatically discarded into one pile, to be burned later, but Maki was happily playing dress-up today.

[Open Pixie Dust, OCD free!]

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Fall meant a new shipment of clothes that needed sorting and pricing. Sweaters, pants, coats... Makita was practically agog at all the coats. The colors! And some of them were completely impractical for staying warm or dry!

Transnat fashion was still strange, but Makita could enjoy trying on the various coats and giggling as she twirled in front of the mirror. The NOW HIRING sign was up in the window, and if people came in, she'd help, but for now she was enjoying playing with the new inventory.

[I deny thee, OCD!]

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Jenny's signs from Friday were still up when Makita came in, so she opted to leave them up and content herself with arming the mannequins with water guns. Someone had discovered the Bund movies this weekend, and had laughed herself silly.

10% off for new students
Especially if you're dressed like a a git.

NOW HIRING

Pixie Dust was open!

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Fall semester. That sounded weird to say, let alone think, but Makita could deal with it.

15% off for new students.
Don't get hazed because you dress funny!

(yes, we'll mock you)

Pixie Dust was totally open, and Makita was at the counter for all your fashion needs.

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Makita wasn't sad to be back, not really, but it was odd.

She did not miss whatever witchcraft had caused her to come so close to losing it in that vault, but the city itself...it felt like home in a way that Fandom never did. The island was too clean, too placid, too cheerful for her tastes, and Makita had enjoyed getting to flex her skills.

Pixie Dust was open, with a new sign in the window:

Monsters shred your shirt? Got gunk that won't come out of those pants?
15% off your purchase if you burn the ruined stuff in our back room.

[The OCD runs freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

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Makita highly doubted people would be in the mood for shopping, after this weekend. Bright Lady knew she didn't really want to be at work, and she hadn't even had any visitors.

It was a rather subdued Makita behind the counter, thinking about her dream, and wondering when she would find this Antares that was so important to her Papa that he had made it his last order to her.

[I deny the OCD.]

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It was a new term, again, so Maki had thrown her sign in the window.
Welcome to Fandom.
20% off for new students if you can prove you're from another time / planet / reality.

Makita, for her part, was dressed almost 'normally' for this place. Cargo pants, tank top, her ever-present hat, and a Squishy to poke at. For Science.

(She was half-convinced they were Black Magic. Although tasty Black Magic.)

Pixie Dust was open!

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It was a lot quieter than last week, which was a relief. Makita was just going to nap on the counter, and try to forget the events of last Friday.

She'd been a pacifist. Ugh.

She'd get around to burning the ugly stuff eventually, but for now, the register made a great pillow.

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It was an unusually busy day at Pixie Dust.

First, Makita had some tidying and organizing to do. Cleaning the dressing rooms, washing the mirrors, vacuum the store, and straighten the racks. Then it was time to sit back and wait. And try to stay out of the way.

Pixie Dust was open, and unusually tidy given which shopgirl was working today.

[OOC: The OCD totally dragged itself to work today.]

Current Mood: busy

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Fashion magazines to mock? Check. Something fruity to mix with the vodka? Check. Makita with her combat boots up on the counter, cheerfully mocking anyone or anything that came within rage? Triple check.

It was definately Monday, and Pixie Dust was open.

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They'd moved to cabins, of all things, so Makita had decided it was officially summer. The window display dummies were getting dressed in swimwear and camping-appropriate clothing.

She thought that it would have been more fun to have real tents -- and the fun of watching her classmates try to pitch a tent was part of that -- but it was nice being closer to outside again.

[The thunderstorms washed away the OCD]

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Classes this term didn't completely suck, even if being in a class on being a 'rookie' was an insult to her Papa's training, so Makita was in a fairly good mood this morning as she opened Pixie Dust. A few shots of vodka and a price-gun later, she was in a great mood, and decided to slap her sign back up in the window for another day.

Welcome to Fandom.
20% off for new students if you can prove you're from another time / planet / reality.

Pixie Dust was open, careful that Makita doesn't try to put you on sale.

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It was the first day of the new term, and so Makita was behind the counter at Pixie Dust, boots up on the register as she flipped through one of the trashy magazines she'd found stashed by the booze. She didn't know who half these people were, but she didn't care. It was just more proof that these Transnats were insane.

In honor of the new semester, however, she had taken time to write up a sign with sharpie and slap it in the window:

Welcome to Fandom.
20% off for new students if you can prove you're from another time / planet / reality.

Pixie Dust was open, and if you were lucky, Maki wouldn't offer any fashion advice.

Current Mood: amused

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Makita hadn't bothered to come in last Monday; she'd been too busy running complex-pattern patrols of the island, to make sure every last freak-creature was well and truly gone. She didn't think Jenny would mind.

Today, however, was a Monday for working. Possibly with celebratory vodka and flipping through the new fashion catalogs to see what the new styles were. And drawing mustaches on the models.

Pixie Dust was open for all your Prom needs! But someone was going to need to explain the concept of Prom to the 'Gorkan girl, because she has no idea what a Prom actually is. Or that people might be shopping for it.

Hell, she's never even been to a formal dance. Take any dress suggestions with a grain of salt.

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Another week, another Monday, and another shift at Pixie Dust for Makita.

Today she had a mixology book behind the counter, trying to figure out what sort of fun drinks she could make with vodka. It had nothing to do with retail, but she figured her roommate would approve.

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There was no trying on of pretty (but impractical outfits today), or even any burning the ugly things. Today, Makita was behind the counter, drinking directly from the bottle of vodka and wishing she was back in Nokgorka. At least things there made sense.

Pixie Dust was open, but if you mention eggs or frying pans, you may get the register chucked at your head.

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After a week in the Bahamas, Makita was a little more open to the swimsuits that could be found throughout the store. Maybe they weren't completely ridiculous after all.

So despite being back in Maryland, home of the cold and dreary, Makita was trying on more swimsuits. Summer had to come eventually, and it would be nice to replace her old black gymnastics leotard with something a bit more comfortable and suitable for swimming.

Besides, the look on Proto's face if she got a bikini would be priceless.

Pixie Dust was open, and the sales girl was around. Somewhere.

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Everything red and pink that wasn't hideous was going on sale today. Items that were irredeemably pink and frilly were getting burned, but the sexy red items could stay at full price.

Someone had a bag full of half-off Valentine's chocolate, vodka, a price-gun, and a lighter. Unless you're willing to deal with a hyperactive wolf today, Pixie Dust might not be the place for you.

[OCD got eaten by the snow.]

Current Mood: bouncy

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Today, people would find Makita giving funny looks to the swimwear. With the chilly weather of the last few days, scarves and mittens were much more appropriate.

So Makita decided to add hats, scarves, and winter boots to the mannequins displaying formal wear for the upcoming dance. Truth in advertising was important, after all.

[The snow blew away my OCD!]

Current Mood: amused

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Makita was settling in decently at her job. She still had no idea what was actually fashionable -- she just burned things she didn't like -- and now she was finally starting to write-up a wishlist of things she liked at the store, and comparing it against her budget. Makita liked her hat and oversize boots, but a few pairs of pants and some new shirts wouldn't be remiss.

Pixie Dust was open, but your shopgirl is more interested in shopping for herself instead of you.

[The OCD quit when it saw the snow.]

Current Mood: busy

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

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The snow and cold of the last few days didn't really bother Makita; she was Nokgorkan. Snow was part of the national heritage.

The lack of heat, however, she could do without, so she was glad to be in the store today. Warm, dry, and selecting ugly things to burn. She wanted to get a good bonfire going in case the power went out again.

[The OCD is off for MLK Day!]

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It was Makita's first day at work, and she was determined to get it right.

So she unlocked the door, flipped the sign to open, and poured herself a vodka and put her feet up on the counter.

Pixie Dust was open, but your sales girl doesn't know a thing about fashion, nor does she care.

[Open store is open, if a wee-bit late due to RL. I was busy chasing the OCD (but it got away).]

Current Mood: amused

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