|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 4:08 pm
A genuine grin of happiness tugged Asiya's lips upward at Ves' words. Beaming happily, Asiya held out some extra buttons for the other girl to take, should she want to. "I'm glad you like them. Here -- I've made a bunch to share with everyone." Merchandise was always fun to create, and especially so for political elections. "I really hope he does, too," she went on to add, her thoughts turning to her choice for Ashdown mayor.
Scott seemed like the most realistic option for Asiya to take. With a platform based around the arts, that should have been enough. But she was also glad that he was so inclusive to the LGBT community, and that he was fairly new to the political game, as well. Politicians who had been in it in the long term were more questionable, in the artist's mind. They had more time to make and break the promises that they so often made. Scott, however, didn't have to worry about that.
She couldn't help but laugh at the comment about George's dog, and nodded her head enthusiastically to Ves. "He really would," she said, hazel eyes glancing over to the Republican mayoral candidate. "Way better than his actual owner."
Was anyone going to vote for the old scrooge, anyway? It didn't seem like he was that popular.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 5:06 pm
"Ooh, thanks!" She picked out a Paint the Town Red and an All Bark, No Bite to pin to her dress. "If I'd known earlier this was happening, I would've planned ahead and color coordinated too." She had a cashmere top that would have represented Scott's colors perfectly. A gift from Donald, her current sugardaddy, who was undoubtedly Republican. The irony was not lost on Ves. "He'd at least have a better grasp on what the people want than his owner," she agreed with a nod. Ashdown was a place where the younger generation could thrive, and with Scott's pro-arts stance, Ves was convinced he'd be the one to make that reality. "How do you think the debate is going to go?" She added. Probably Scott and Lois beating the stuffing out of George Edwards... With luck.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 2:52 am
She looked at the phone given to her, and raised an eyebrow at it. It survived a fire? Moreover, this guy thought she could fix fire and smoke damage? Erin glanced up at him, then down at the parts bins under her table.
"... Surprised it even works..." she muttered, rummaging through her bins for a moment. She made no real small talk, no commentary on the candidates or the election - frankly Erin only cared if either Lois or Fitzgerald won, and not enough to debate the topic. It generally would be a '... no, I don't support him/her/they' and leaving it at that.
The young woman snorted out her nose, scrunching it in thought.
"Kay, gunna be honest. I don't know if I can. I'll look at it, take it apart and see if I can work a bit of magic. Fire damage... that I probably can fix if I got the parts. Smoke damage... not so much. Might just be a short from a semi-melted charger port." Erin glanced up at him, giving the run down. She checked her own phone and debated time for a moment in her head.
"I've got two more orders in front of you - basic screen repairs, nothing fancy - then I can get to yours if you don't mind waiting. Might be an hour or two before I'm done with your phone though, if that's gunna be an issue for you. Price wise... if I can't fix it, I won't charge ya for the time. If I can, you'll be looking about a hundred bucks total in labor, plus the parts. If I find anything else wrong, I'll let you know and you can decide whether you want to fix it or not." That was a steal for the work she'd have to do to get the thing running again. Not the nicest customer service ever, but she got to the chase and didn't sugar coat it. She hated sugar coating things besides deserts, and never could figure out why people did it. Political correctness, yes - she would use proper terms for things when asked to or researched about - but no sugar coat.
People still did their repairs through her though, so she had to be doing something right.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 7:45 am
"I could do a selfie, sure. And you can pile me with as much s**t as you want. Not literal s**t, but yeah. I don't think I've got any of the costume anymore. It was... five years ago now, I guess? I can go ask the candidates questions in whatever you dress me up in though." Rabbit smirked. Radio people. It probably didn't say a lot for him that he was bored enough to do whatever they asked. Or just thirsty for a t-shirt. Both possibilities were equally sad.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 8:58 am
"Awesome." Wendy winked at Rabbit and began tossing things into his chest, "T-shirt.. stickers.. make sure you slap them on your shirt, ummm pins.." She stood up straighter and yelled to the next table over, "Cid you want in on this!? We're loading this guy up and sending him out into the fray!" Maybe a 4th Wall Comics bumper sticker across the a**?? "Oh and a hat!" Wendy leaned and tiptoed to mash a snap back trucker cap with WENDY IN THE MORNINGS WWMI RADIO on top of his head.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 9:20 am
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN," Cid called out, his shirt cannon aimed towards her booth. "SHIRT INCOMING!" Then he fired in a perfect arc, watching the shirt as it landed with a soft thud on the table. His attention turned towards Wendy at the mention of loading someone up. The shirt cannon was balanced on his shoulder again. "Hm, hmmm. I got candidate shirts, some bumper stickers." He visibly perked up. "You think we could get a bumper sticker on his a**? That would be great." Cid was giving Rabbit a very wide, very cheshire cat grin. "I have got some crazy-eyed novelty glasses too. How you feel about that?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 12:44 pm
It was a challenge, scrambling to keep the smaller items Wendy handed him from falling to the ground. Rabbit grinned throughout the exchange anyway, at one point even balancing everything just long enough to jam the hat more securely on his head. Commitment. He had it. When Cid joined in and suggested he deck out his posterior as well, his first response was a sharp nod.
"Bring it." He rested the pile of swag on the edge of the table and removed the hat again so he could pull the shirt on over his clothes. "I feel that the city of Ashdown would directly benefit from a** stickers and novelty glasses." Rabbit looked down as he peeled one of the stickers he already had away from its back and affixed it to his chest. "I am the representative this city deserves." No, he wasn't. "But seriously, is there anything you want me to ask them in particular, or should I just walk around being a billboard?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 12:27 am
Oh no.
Oh no.
Oh nonononononoooooooooooo.
Erin watched the shirt land harmlessly on the table. She looked at Cid across the way. Back at the shirt. Back at Cid.
"CID YOU MOLTING CORPISH! DON'T SHOOT SHIRTS AT ME WHEN I'M REPAIRING PHONES YOU NIT WIT!" The volume that Erin reached scared a few people around her booth, and almost scared her. But this was routine. Cid was like that and she put up with his bullshit because he let her work on his computer.
It was a damn good rig, if she said so herself.
"THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT, I'M DISMANTLING YOUR RIG." Threat announced, she turned her attention back to the phones in front of her, grumbling something about crazy people and giving him a faulty processor just to be mean.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 9:08 am
"I LOVE YOU ERIN, I WILL BRING YOU SOMETHING AWESOME WHEN I COME BY NEXT TIME!!!" Cid called back, feeling very pleased with himself. Getting Erin to yell was the best. Especially when she got creative with the things she yelled out. Best insults, really. His attention flicked back to Rabbit and he grinned. "That is the best answer." The mentioned glasses were pulled out and held out for Rabbit to take, as well as a couple of more stickers. One of them did say crack would be a cheaper habit than anime. "Considering I am personally looking forward to asking a few questions," Cid really, really wanted to rile George up, "I've got nothing for you. You are, however, providing an amazing service to the community by bringing all this awareness. Hashtag legit."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 6:38 pm
Fair enough. Rabbit applied his newest flair with the careful enthusiasm of a child painting an easter egg, nodding to Cid and the twins when he was done.
"I'm off to spread the good word of WWMI and The 4th Wall. For the... um... betterment of Ashdown." He had no questions in mind at all, but he was sure he could think of some before he got over there.
"So. Selfie?" lul
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
