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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:15 pm
Switch was once more attempting to at least register her items. To keep a list of them all somewhere, for her own purposes...and hopefully to find some pattern between the items that were just items and the items that had a desire to life. Thus far there was no specific pattern - there was written word, toys of both innocent and sexual persuasions, antiques and brand new...there was no rhyme or reason for it, and that baffled the blue haired woman.
So far it was going pretty well, having gone through only a few piles so far but nearing about twenty pages in her notebook, front and back. There were a lot of items hidden in here, no wonder she couldn't organize it! Though arguably this could also assist in later organizations; her pattern around the shop was apparent, and it could tell her where to find what once she did start organizing them again.
Or Trying.
Regardless, it was a simple but boring task she had set herself to; nothing incredibly exciting...maybe next time she should bring headphones or a stereo or something. As if the shop heard her thoughts, a soft music started playing in the air; it sounded like a radio station, but very faint.
...Curious.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:18 pm
A young woman entered the shop, looking particularly out of place. Her hair was long and pink and she wore a white robe with a red and gold cape over her shoulders and huge black sunglasses. Really, a weird lady but decent enough it seemed.
"Hello there." She greeted Switch, waving a bit and looking around at the stuff in the shop.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:23 pm
Switch happily hummed along to the music (it was something she recognized from an actual radio station, which made her believe that the shop wasn't entirely insane) while inspecting a curious crystal sphere wrapped in ivy with the occasional bright feather tucked into it. A curious item and one she couldn't identify; should it be sphere, or ivy, or feathers, or sphere with ivy and feathers? Hrm...
The door creaked open with the arrival of a customer and the blue haired woman looked over her shoulder, green eyes taking in the...unusual appearance and garb of the visitor.
"Hello." She said softly, setting the orb down and turning to more face the woman. "Welcome, may I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:37 pm
"No idea. May you?" Kerrigan replied, looking around at the odds and ends in the shop. "I can't even really tell if you're open or not."
She peered around through the boxes, sort of a nosy creature, and began poking through items. "Neat stuff."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:53 pm
Switch twitched a little bit at the words. Normally people only said that when someone said "Can I"....what a weird woman. Further still when she questioned whether or not the shop was even open. This woman really managed to crawl under her skin...
"Well...the door is open and unlocked, I'm here talking to you, and there is a little sign in the window that says 'open'. I'm pretty sure the shop is, in fact, open." A little more snide of a comment than she originally intended, but she couldn't help it, this woman managed to rub her the wrong way.
"But thank you, this place is a huge, unorganizable mess...but there are some pretty interesting things here." Switch said pleasantly, as if to cover up for her earlier attitude. "Let me know if you find anything interesting."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:56 pm
"I was implying that you seemed to be trying to arrange things which I generally consider bad policy to be doing when you are allowing customers." Kerrigan retorted, still looking through the odds and ends. "It tends to get very hary when people try to buy things and you're still trying to figure out where they go or are."
After a bit, the woman found a set of opera glasses, which she held up to her sunglasses covered eyes and peered at Switch with.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:03 am
"I suppose...but I came across this shop under unusual circumstances. Regardless, I either close the shop and lose money, stay here while the shop is closed and lose touch with my family, or go about this while it is a generally slower time of day." The answer was, of course, obvious. Switch didn't even want this store to begin with, and had no idea what was where or anything - if it was Bad policy, blame the original owners. Not her fault, she just dealt with it as she could.
Switch had gone back to documenting the items that she could find, and was mildly surprised when she felt a mental tug; the same mental tug that appeared when an item locked into a new Guardian. The book was put down, her place held by her pen, and looked over her shoulder to see the woman with the opera glasses to her sunglasses.
Oh, the opera glasses! She had seen those before, and with a quick glance through the pages of her book, spotted them. With a flick of her pen, she crossed them off of her list, adding a little star beside them.
"Those are rather nice, aren't they?" She commented idly, putting the book back down.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:10 am
"Yes, very. My mistress keeps things like these about but I have yet to invest in a pair." Kerrigan commented, turning her head and peering about the shop wit them. These were fun!
It seemed that suddenly the color was seeping from the item. "Huh." Kerri said, pulling them a bit back. "That's kinda cool and odd. Color changy opera glasses?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:24 am
Switch didn't really have much interest in what was being said...but that was only because there was colour seeping from the glasses...and that meant the object was dangerously close to manifesting itself. It was something the shop apparently didn't like for the music had stopped and it seemed to be groaning. To Kerrigan and every other outsider it just sounded like the groan of an old house against the wind, but Switch and the shop were more or less joined somehow. To her, the groans sounded uncomfortable and mildly upset.
Okay, so apparently the shop didn't like what was going on.
The blue haired woman gasped when the other woman's cape started to lift like it was about to be tugged on by an invisible force, and she started to scramble forward in an attempt to stop it. The cape was released when Switch pressed her hands against one of her arms.
"Oh jeez look at the time! I have to get going, it's my turn to go home and...uh, watch the Baby. I'm sorry I have to ask that you leave so I can lock up." Switch said quickly, hoping the woman didn't notice the lift of her cape while she ushered her quickly out of the shop. All the while she tried to play off that nothing was wrong and that the world was an awesome ball of sweetness and ice cream.
"Sorry, you can just have those glasses! No returns or exchanges! Have a good rest of the day!" The pink haired woman was shoo'd out of the door, and the door was closed quickly by a force that was most definitely not Switch.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:26 am
Kerrigan blinked, one eye under her shades glancing to her cape. Oh, well that was interesting. "Yeah, seeya." she said, waving her free hand and heading out, pulling up her hood as she did.
Thankfully the mass of seeping color went with her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:29 am
Switch leaned against the closed door once the woman was gone, looking up at the ceiling of the now totally silent shop. It had stopped groaning but the music had also not come back on. Yet, she felt it's relief.
"...Interesting." She said quietly to herself and to the empty shop, going to collect her notebook and close up for the night anyway.
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