The Looking Glass Book Store

[Draconia St George]

*CRASH!*

The old ladder finally gave up the ghost, and Draconia came down hard. She tried to remember her Flier's Ed class training and pull open her wings to allow her to glide down to a safe landing, but one wing went North, the other went South, and she barreled bum over teakettle into the comics.

Fortunately, several dozen unsold copies of Werecatwoman with an image of the titular Werecatwoman sobbing on the cover cushioned her fall, her head downgrading them from a CGC 10.0 mint to something closer to an 8.5 Near Mint status.

Slightly dizzy, but still hearing in her ears about how Fright the Ghostomer always is, Draconia held up the precious Scarah Palin auto-dieography!

"Here's your book, madame...sir....sir-madameladyfriendgentlemanster..." She informed them, slightly dizzily.  

[Bartleby Farnum]

Hagetha looked at the slightly breathless Farnum. He gave her a curt nod and she rubbed her hands together gleefully. She tilted her head and looked at the Scarah Palin book.

"Wouldn't you know it, I think I left my purse in my other cane." She pretended to pat herself down as the two of them backed up to the door. Slowly....then a bit faster...and a bit faster... "Tell you what, we'll just head out to our car and...get in it...and drive back to our house...six towns over...and get the change and be RIGHT back."

"Tootle oo!" Farnum gave a wave as the two of them spun around and made a break-neck dash for the door. Farnum could feel his cold, greedy heart overflow with joy....Success! Step one of the plan was complete!

The door gave a friendly *ding! ding!* one last time as Bartleby Farnum and Hagetha Mistie, future conquerors of the monster world, stepped outside and made a break for it.  

[Draconia St George]

Draconia untangled herself from the comic display and blinked. Goodness, those two could really move fast when something as important as this book was at stake, she thought to herself.

Dusting off her shoulders, she took the book behind the register and pulled out a pen to write a note so that Wyvernia wouldn't accidentally put it back away before the couple could return and pay for it.

Blimey, she wished she had a chance to ask their names! Or that they'd stayed just a few moments longer....Draconia looked in the loose change jar near the register and saw that there were clearly enough pennies to pay for this work of literature.

Heck, she would have let them have it for free!  

[Glen da West]

The door swings open with a loud clatter and Glen zooms in on bis SKRM skates and does a pair of circles around a startled old female mummy before skidding to a halt in front of the service desk and Draconia.

"Hi Drakie! Is your sister back from work yet!? `Cause you just gotta come to the SKRM tryouts and cheer me on! And I kinda need you to distract Chase from trying out again. Centaurs and roller blades... yeah they don't make for a good mix."  

[Draconia St George]

"I'm afraid-" Draconia started, as Glen slid from aisle to aisle. "Er, I'm afra-" Glen popped up from behind a bookshelf and waved. "I'm afrai-GLEN, keep still! I'm afraid Wyvernia is quite busy today preparing her grimterview with Gillary Clinton. It means I can't leave the shoppe, Glen. I'm so dreadfully sorry."

Draconia thought for a minute.

"Say! How about I ask Chase to film the tryouts and he can CRYPTE me? That way, we can still both watch, and he'll be too busy being useful to fret about the skates vs. hooves problem?"  

[Glen da West]

Glen skidded to a halt and his jaw practically dropped in amazement. He playfully pushed Draconia on the shoulders.

"That. is. GENIUS! Is it any wonder why you always get such good grades!?"

Glen appeared for a moment to be lost in thought -- he gets that blank look on his face often enough so by now Draconia should be used to it.

"Although you'd think your sister would want to cover the SKRM tryouts too rather than some ol' interview..."  

[Draconia St George]

"Oh, I'm sure she would." Draconia assured Glen. "But you know how it is...she's already agreed to the interview and it would be dreadfully rude to pull out now. Heads of state are so tetchy about those sorts of things."

Draconia pulled out her iCoffin and sent Chase a hext.

"You look very smashing in your SKRM gear, Glen. Being on the team woudn't interfere with your Spellbound club at all, would it?"  

[Glen da West]

Glen smiled and waved a hand at Draconia.

"You're only saying that because it's true! Although I could do without this particular eye sore."

He grumbled as he tapped his helmet with his finger and rolled his eyes.

"But mom insisted. And no, we'll be alright! I was on the SKRM team last year and the Club was my biggest cheering section! -- Next to you of course! And Chase!" wink "And besides, on the off chance we had a meet the same day as a club meeting, I'm sure Toralei could handle things."

Glen reached into his pocket and pulled out a Red Ghoul.

"Gee I hope mom can come to a few of the races this year. She only got to come to one or two last year."

He smiled brightly and held up his Red Ghoul to Drakie in a toast.

"Oh well, gotta fuel up! Ha!"

And he proceeded to chug the energy drink down before levitating it over into the waste basket.  

[Chase Q]

Draconia's iCoffin goes off, signaling she has a text reply.

Quote:

"Yo! THE Draconia! What's the latest flame, my most righteous dragon dudette?"

 

[Draconia St George]

Draconia sighed. Chase had clearly not actually read the text she'd sent him. She typed again the ENTIRE plan to him and waited for an actual response.  

[Glen da West]

Glen piped up, "Wish me luck!" and with a twirl of his iCoffin, he vanished in a swirl of sparkling light...

Chase then responded to the replay of Draconia's hext...

Quote:

Leave it to me my fangtastic dragonette! I had a bit of an accident with my roller blades anyhoo. They kinda sorta fell in the wheat thrasher. Can't imagine how THAT happened.

 

[Chase Q]

The laptop screen on the counter came to life, initially showing a closeup of Chase's nose. He then swerved the camera around and there was the shot of the SKRM rink and all the kids readying for tryouts!

Marceline and Meme! Manny and Deuce! Gil and Heath! Many others and, yep! That little green blur zipping around as Coach Clawd is preparing them.

The camera turns back around to the closeup of Chase.

"Yo Drake! You getting all this?"  

[Draconia St George]

Draconia propped the laptop next to the register and waved back.

"Yes, I am! Everything's coming in clear as ice!" Draconia settled back with a nice cup of Curdled Grey tea and leaned back in her chair to watch. She hoped Glen would get teamed up with Manny Taur and not against him. She would have hated to have to divide up her cheers.  

[Chase Q]

Glen da West

Glen paused and looked over toward Cleo and pointed a finger.

"Hey I thought I looked pretty good up at the top of that fearamid! It weren't my fault that plant ghoul had wobbly stems and we all fell! And would it UNKILL you to get a boo's fearleading uniform in stock for just such emergencies!?"

"Very well." Cleo nodded as she had a seat again, this time closer to where the fearleading team were seated in the stands. "You can try out for the B team as well."

"Darn right!" Glen nodded then turned back to Anne. he then blinked and looked back. "Huh!?"

The camera turned back around to Chase who had a smile on his face and a little twinkle in his eyes.

"Clear your schedule Drake! We are SO totally going to go see that!"  

[Draconia St George]

"Goodness!" Draconia replied as Chase moved on to filming the first team's tryouts. "With Spellbound Club, SKRM, Fearleading AND volunteering at the Merha Lab, how will Glen have time for fanging out with his friends?" She bit her lower lip. It would just be CLAWFUL if Glen wasn't available for impromptu shoe shopping trips and picnics in the Haunted Wood.