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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 8:00 pm
Quote: Recently it seems like a strange sort of infestation has overtaken Destiny City: small, white rabbits that are rarely larger than a guinea pig have appeared. They are always pure white, with large eyes and wiggling noses. They are cute and apparently social, however when you least expect it they often bite. It's enough to break skin, but after one bite they run away. The injuries are no big deal--it's the after effects you have to watch out for. These bunnies are too skittish and fast to be kept for pets, but they are considered dangerous--especially for children and small animals! If you see one, what do you do? Call animal control? Attack it? Run away? Just be careful! If you get bitten, the next few days are going to be uncomfortable...
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 8:01 pm
The night before had been stressful, and dramatic, and when she'd finally gotten home, Jada had flung herself into the shower, turned the water on until she had thought that it would melt her skin off, and then cried until she thought there was nothing left inside. There were some things... Jada had spoken to her shrinks about a lot of issues over the years, but there had been so much weight on her that she couldn't share, and some of it... meeting Wolframite again- Gevaudan, now- had been something not unlike lancing a boil that she hadn't even known was under the her hide. When it was over, her mind was clear, for however brief a time, pain and regret washed down the drain along with any icicles that may have been forming in her hair. Her eyes were stiff and swollen, her cheeks red, her lips white, but she could deal with that in the morning. And in the morning, she did, paying close attention to her eyes as she applied her makeup and looked over her list of things to do today. Her siblings at school- check. Maid service scheduled to come and clean out the staff apartments- check. Delivery of some more of the items being delivered from New York- check. Christmas shopping- not exactly a check. There were still a few gifts left to find, and one of them was for her father. She'd been looking for something unique for his gift, and modern stores simply weren't making the cut. That meant she would have to cave and move to the antique shops. Which was fine- some interesting art pieces and other such knickknacks could be found in them. Some of them were dusty and ill-kept, however, and she looked over her options carefully before selecting one that would hopefully not be unkempt, pulled on a holiday sweater to go with her denim leggings, and finished breakfast. The drive was short enough, and she scurried towards the door, shoulders hunched against the cold. It was still fairly early in the day, so hopefully, it wouldn't be too busy. "Good morning," she called cheerily as she pushed open the door, trying to knock the snow off her boots so as to not tramp any mess inside.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 8:38 pm
Infinities I legit cannot remember the name of his shop. Whoops.
Of course, he also enjoyed making deals at the counter, especially when people were selling to him. Trading memories for memories was his forte, and he did not like it when it came down to something as boring as a cash transaction. Still, money helped keep the shop looking nice, and getting new things, so everything he got always went right back in. And usually more from his actual job, just to keep the doors open. This was not exactly a money making business.
Not for him, anyway.
He heard the bell on the door jingle and he looked up from his work at a shelf, nodding his head in a generally polite greeting instead of offering her the typical feigned smile many stores employed.
"Hello, there. How can I help you?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 6:15 am
Lithiasaur Clearly his shop underwent a rename. Looking up from where she was making sure she didn't track any snow into his shop, Jada tilted her head and gave the proprietor a sunny smile on response to his nod. Smiles were easy to give; her entire career was based around them. Or her ability to not smile for the camera, depending on who was taking the picture. The tinkling bell was a pleasant touch to an antiques store, and she turned a faintly critical eye to the rest of it. It seemed clean enough, well-loved, and there were a few possibilities niggling at her from the corner of her eye. "I am here looking for a Christmas gift for my father," she answered the proprietor after a moment of soaking in the shop, and turned her attention at last to the man who had spoken, pushing hair off her cold-ruddened cheek. "He can be a bit difficult to shop for, and some of the more traditional stores aren't cutting it. So antiques it is, and you're my first victim of the day."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 11:07 am
"Well there are more than just antiques here, of course. Whatever someone felt had value, to offer to me in a trade for someone elses memories. You might be surprised by the things you can find. And it's always changing, of course. If you're looking for something in specific, I can at least point you in a similar direction."
Of course, he did not sell the new and the exciting, all the trends and in demand things from the current fads. But then, people coming into his shop, which looked on the outside very much as it did on the inside, usually knew what they were getting into when they came in.
If they didn't, they usually annoyed him. And if they annoyed him, he took their starseeds or their energy. As a business owner, he reserved that right.
"What sort of things does you father have interest in?" he asked leisurely, walking toward her and nodding his head in a more personal greeting. He did not wear a name tag, but he assumed she could figure out that he worked there. He did not hear the strange scuffling sound coming from a back corner of the shop.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 12:10 pm
"More than antiques? So you go through the 80's and stuff, or do you serve as a bit of a pawn shop as well?" Jada tilted her head, checking her shoes one last time before moving deeper into the store, considering. "I've never tried a store that trades in memories instead of money." It was kind of a funny thought, to someone who was so accustomed to money; she knew her humor tinted her voice, though hopefully it didn't seem snide. "I would have thought money would be a bit more valuable than a memory, though not as fun." Thinking of it as digging through memories was a unique, intriguing spin on a store; Jada was a bit more interested as she peered around, violet eyes gleaming and ears (metaphorically) perked. He nodded his head and she smiled at him, nodding in return. "Curiosities and exotics," she said, helpfully vague. "We rarely need any basic objects, and while Zora will sometimes make him things by hand, I've little such talent. I have been told he doesn't appreciate my taste in art." The Géricault had gone over like a lead balloon, his nose scrunching up as he scowled at her. It was currently in Zora's room. "I suppose if I find something, I'll know when it bites me."
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