Fandom Island and Town

"... I miss you. Should I come home? Is Dad being decent? I -- I'd come home if you wanted me to." A beat. "No, everything's okay, I just ... s-saw one of my friends mom's yesterday and it made me miss you."

Tara started her day at the Magic Box with a rare call to her mom. She was still thinking about Arella's sacrifice from the day before, and it made her really, really wish she could see her mother. She needed to check on Raven soon, too.

Once they had to hang up, she went about her duties in the store, moving as if she was underwater.

[OOC: Open, emo, OCD-free Magic Box is open, emo, and OCD-free.]

Tara spent today messing with the shop's display of tarot cards. She wasn't sure she trusted them to tell the future -- they weren't part of her usual practices, and she wasn't clairvoyant anyhow -- but she loved looking at them just for the artwork.

Her favorite today was something called the Animals Divine Tarot. She loved the portrait of Hera with a cow that had been used for the Empress.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

Magic & Support Reserves met in the Magic Box today, clustering around a small sitting area between the bookshelves and the counter.

"Welcome to the shop," Tara began, softly but without a stammer. She was trying not to let her memory of what had happened last time she led a meeting get in her way too badly. "If you haven't been in, this is the Magic Box, and it's the island's magic and new age supply shop. If you -- or someone you're working with -- wants to do a spell and needs the kind of components we talked about last week, this is usually a good place to start looking. We're going to take a quick tour and then play a game."

She aimed a soft smile at the group, then started walking. "So, these are the books," she said, gesturing to the shelves. "Some of them are old, some of them are new, some of them are more accurate than others. You can look through them but don't read aloud unless you really know what you're doing, 'cause some spells work just from being spoken. I found that out by accident when I was eight."

Karla closed her mouth and slid the book she'd been leafing through back on its shelf. "Yes. Let's be careful in here, guys," she said, turning a little pink.

"Back here," she added, as she continued into the shelves of fresh and dried plants, "are the plant supplies. The shelves are labeled with the species names and what kind of magic you typically use them for. Some of them smell really pretty."

"And this is my favorite part," she said in the next aisle. "These are crystals. They're for ... sort of for luck? And for focusing your intent. You have to purify them when you get them unless you know what they've been used for. I have one that's been in my family for fifty years, b-back in my room."

She walked the group through the rest of the store, showing off wands, chalices, knives, amulets, candles, and tarot cards, before they ended back in the front of the shop.

"We're playing a game in three teams today," she said, nodding to the other reserve heads to bring out closed cardboard boxes "These mystery boxes have five things from the store in them each. The game is to look them over, identify them, and then try to figure out what they're for and where they belong in the shop. The team that gets their stuff identified and reshelved first wins a prize." The prize was cupcakes. The same cupcakes that were on the counter for a snack, yes. "Does that make sense?"

She hoped it did.

[OOC: Cowritten with glacial_witch, hazlehurstmiss, and trigons_child. OCD up!]