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Seven Eleven – Saturday, 2:34 pm

It was unusual to see Jamie sans Shiloh walking into the 7/11, but since he'd been introduced to the fabled icee, sometimes cravings hit without warning. If Shiloh didn't text him back fast enough, well, Jamie went on his own. In the event he did get a text back, he'd invite him straight to the store instead. Even Jamie could be impatient sometimes.

This particular store was a familiar haunt and the walk from the door to the icee machine was one he'd taken many times before. This time, though, his trek was interrupted by the realization that something was different, that the counter had been taken over by someone he didn't recognize. Her hair was like a sunset, and for a moment Jamie was jealous of how nice it looked, but he sure was quick to shoo those weird thoughts away.

"H-Hello," he bumbled before he could stop himself. When had he ever greeted a cashier before? Basically never. Now he was embarrassed. Without even waiting for a response, he scuttled over to the icee machine.

Saturday, 2:34 pm

Of course he didn't get off scot-free, that would've been too easy. Life had never been so kind to one Jamie Delacroix. Or maybe he was being way, way too dramatic. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Not much," he replied robotically, surprising even himself with his lack of stutter. Not that it didn't come right back. "Just, um... g-getting an icee." He grabbed a small cup even though he'd wanted a medium and began awkwardly filling it with blue, eyes never venturing from the goal.

Seven Eleven – Tuesday, 10:56 am

It was a run from his home to the store. No a run in the sense he had something to get, but a run as in he'd actually run from his house to the 7-11. It wasn't his intended location but it was open and he was hungry and his bike was ready for pick up in roughly an hour.

A slurpee sounded good provided it was properly frozen and didn't have that strange metallic taste that some 7-11s had plus he could have a bastardized hot pocket. Also good though not as good as the actual thing.

Which was always strange and it had him thinking to himself as he looked at the nacho cheese dispenser and debating how that would taste on the wannnabe hotpocket.

Setting his slurpee down, (he'd mixed cola and pina colada flavors), Marcus pulled out a pocket EMF detector.

A dull clicking began and Marcus looked at the woman behind the counter and walked up to her, the beeping emf detector in hand.

"Excuse me, but, do you have any strong magnets?"

Tuesday - 10:56AM

Chel had actually been on her cell phone and was tucking it into her pocket when he approached. Certainly not the most reliable employee to ask.

"Uhhh." Seeing as she was new here, she didn't know the entire inventory of the store yet. "F'we do it'd be on that wall over there," she said, pointing to an aisle with all the miscellaneous, non-food items the store had. Duct tape, batteries and toilet brushes all found their home in that aisle, so why not magnets?

Friday - 11:03PM

Shun needed to pick up a couple things quickly after what had been a relatively long shift at the police department. After parking outside, he made his way in, giving pause once he saw who was behind the counter. Oh right. She mentioned she had a job now. Grunting lowly, he just brushed on to the fridges to grab a bottle of milk. After that, he looked around, checking to see if there was anything else he needed.

Sunday 11 am

The town was a lot quieter Sunday in the morning than Cas had expected, before he realized that there must be a good number of people at church just then. Instead of driving the half hour into Boston to row like they usually did, he and Rylan had hit up Ashdown Boat Club and taken out a pair for two hours while the city slowly awoke.

Then a lift.

Now, at 11 and on his way back to the house, Cas remembered a few things he'd found himself missing and slipped into the 7-11 conveniently around the corner from the gym.

Shaving cream, salt and pepper chips, a gallon of milk, a slurpee...

And then, finally, as he piled the items onto the checkout counter, he added. "Hey there. You guys don't happen to carry Crown condoms, do you...?" The smile was very much unabashed.

Saturday - 2:34PM

Chel assessed the situation for a moment, took a deep breath and shook her head. She knew what it was like to be in that position, even if her lackadaisical exterior didn't allow her to act the same.

"You wanna help clean it up?" she asked. Maybe unorthodox (especially for the worker that was supposed to insist the customer was Always Right), but Chel was unorthodox as it got. "That way yer payin' yer dues and s**t?"