Entries tagged with makita

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Mooby Land: Friday, Breakfast/Lunch Changeover, aka 4th Period

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday.

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday [1.10]

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

"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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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.

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Mystery Sign Theatre, Saturday Evening

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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]

Current Mood: melancholy

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Pixie Dust, Monday

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: aggravated

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Pixie Dust, Monday

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.

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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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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Pixie Dust, Monday

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!