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[OPEN] Yesterday’s Magic Grand Opening and Vintage Party
Characters: OPEN
Location: Yesterday’s Magic and Northern Lights (Building C in the shopping district)
Rating: Depends on who tags but unlikely to be more than PG-13
Time: April 21, 10AM-6PM for the shop, after 6PM for the party
Description: Lily’s vintage clothes shop officially opens for business, accompanied by a vintage themed party at Northern Lights. Come browse through the shop, play dress up, mingle, and dance!
Dag nab it! Why did it have to be so windy today?! It wouldn’t have been such a problem if Lily lived in an apartment above her shop like she did in San Francisco. But the witch had spent much of the walk from Casualty Communal to the shopping district trying to keep the wide skirt of her 1950s blue floral print dress from ascending to obscene levels.
She checked her appearance in the full-length mirror placed next to the three small spaces she had curtained off as changing areas. After a couple of tugs at the v neckline of her dress and smoothing the tangles out of her long wavy hair, she turned her attention to the shop.
Moving to the window, she adjusted the homemade Yesterday’s Magic sign—it hadn’t seemed right to reuse her San Francisco shop’s name without Bronwyn, Maya, and Oscar here—as well as the smaller ‘help wanted’ sign next to it. Then, she turned and circled the racks, surveying their contents.
Unlike Aunt Cora’s Closet, the racks here were laden with clothes for both men and women plus some smaller sizes for juniors. There was a bit of everything ranging from old band t-shirts and bellbottom jeans to vintage tuxedos and evening gowns. Victorian waistcoats, flapper dresses, and poodle skirts shared space with more mundane items such as cardigans, sweater vests, and 1960s miniskirts. Corsets, Edwardian petticoats, and old-fashioned nightgowns added to the eclectic mix. Everything had been washed or dry cleaned before being put out on the sales floor and the scent of fresh laundry mingled with rosemary and rue from Lily’s homemade herbal sachets.
She stopped to adjust one of the many baskets scattered throughout the shop, holding costume jewelry, gloves, scarves, and neckties of various eras; there were even a few bow ties and cravats mixed in. The hat rack was nearly completely hidden under pillbox hats, cloches, fedoras, bowlers, top hats, cowboy hats. And the shoe rack was similarly burdened with platform shoes, spectator shoes, and go-go boots and other styles of varying age.
She had put cash into the register to make change, stashed a set of shopping bags under the counter, and finished tagging the last of the garments. Some of the finer items, mostly the formal wear, carried price tags into the triple digits but simpler things and accessories could be found for as little as five to ten death dollars.
The employees she had hired would be coming in later; it being a weekday morning, she didn’t expect to be swamped. And the party she had planned as a grand opening event was set for that evening at the restaurant a couple of doors down from the shop—hopefully, the wind would die down before then. Satisfied that she had checked everything else off her mental list, there was just one more thing to do: the usual cleansing ritual she conducted each morning back home.
The witch wasn’t sure if it actually worked here but it couldn’t hurt to continue, especially after that break-in last week. She sprinkled salt water around the edges of the shop widdershins, or counterclockwise. Then, with a bundle of fresh sage, she smudged deosil and lit a beeswax candle. Muttering a protective incantation, she flipped the sign to ‘open’ and unlocked the door.
Yesterday’s Magic was officially open for business!
Links
Yesterday’s Magic – Racks
Yesterday’s Magic – Changing Area
Yesterday’s Magic – Sales Counter
Party – Mingling
Party – Buffet Table
Party – Dancing
[OOC: Since Lily is somewhat technophobic, she has been advertising her shop and the opening party IC by posting flyers around town rather than on the network. Previous OOC post about the event is here. As usual for event logs, indicate characters involved in the subject line and whether your thread is open or closed. Feel free to make your own threads if there’s something which doesn’t quite fit in any of the sections. And you can make up your own stuff to find in the shop as long as it falls into the late 1800s to 1980s range. Vintage outfits aren’t required for the party but are highly encouraged. (Because Lily kind of miscalculated and went broke setting up the shop and throwing this party. Oops.)]
Location: Yesterday’s Magic and Northern Lights (Building C in the shopping district)
Rating: Depends on who tags but unlikely to be more than PG-13
Time: April 21, 10AM-6PM for the shop, after 6PM for the party
Description: Lily’s vintage clothes shop officially opens for business, accompanied by a vintage themed party at Northern Lights. Come browse through the shop, play dress up, mingle, and dance!
Dag nab it! Why did it have to be so windy today?! It wouldn’t have been such a problem if Lily lived in an apartment above her shop like she did in San Francisco. But the witch had spent much of the walk from Casualty Communal to the shopping district trying to keep the wide skirt of her 1950s blue floral print dress from ascending to obscene levels.
She checked her appearance in the full-length mirror placed next to the three small spaces she had curtained off as changing areas. After a couple of tugs at the v neckline of her dress and smoothing the tangles out of her long wavy hair, she turned her attention to the shop.
Moving to the window, she adjusted the homemade Yesterday’s Magic sign—it hadn’t seemed right to reuse her San Francisco shop’s name without Bronwyn, Maya, and Oscar here—as well as the smaller ‘help wanted’ sign next to it. Then, she turned and circled the racks, surveying their contents.
Unlike Aunt Cora’s Closet, the racks here were laden with clothes for both men and women plus some smaller sizes for juniors. There was a bit of everything ranging from old band t-shirts and bellbottom jeans to vintage tuxedos and evening gowns. Victorian waistcoats, flapper dresses, and poodle skirts shared space with more mundane items such as cardigans, sweater vests, and 1960s miniskirts. Corsets, Edwardian petticoats, and old-fashioned nightgowns added to the eclectic mix. Everything had been washed or dry cleaned before being put out on the sales floor and the scent of fresh laundry mingled with rosemary and rue from Lily’s homemade herbal sachets.
She stopped to adjust one of the many baskets scattered throughout the shop, holding costume jewelry, gloves, scarves, and neckties of various eras; there were even a few bow ties and cravats mixed in. The hat rack was nearly completely hidden under pillbox hats, cloches, fedoras, bowlers, top hats, cowboy hats. And the shoe rack was similarly burdened with platform shoes, spectator shoes, and go-go boots and other styles of varying age.
She had put cash into the register to make change, stashed a set of shopping bags under the counter, and finished tagging the last of the garments. Some of the finer items, mostly the formal wear, carried price tags into the triple digits but simpler things and accessories could be found for as little as five to ten death dollars.
The employees she had hired would be coming in later; it being a weekday morning, she didn’t expect to be swamped. And the party she had planned as a grand opening event was set for that evening at the restaurant a couple of doors down from the shop—hopefully, the wind would die down before then. Satisfied that she had checked everything else off her mental list, there was just one more thing to do: the usual cleansing ritual she conducted each morning back home.
The witch wasn’t sure if it actually worked here but it couldn’t hurt to continue, especially after that break-in last week. She sprinkled salt water around the edges of the shop widdershins, or counterclockwise. Then, with a bundle of fresh sage, she smudged deosil and lit a beeswax candle. Muttering a protective incantation, she flipped the sign to ‘open’ and unlocked the door.
Yesterday’s Magic was officially open for business!
Links
Yesterday’s Magic – Racks
Yesterday’s Magic – Changing Area
Yesterday’s Magic – Sales Counter
Party – Mingling
Party – Buffet Table
Party – Dancing
[OOC: Since Lily is somewhat technophobic, she has been advertising her shop and the opening party IC by posting flyers around town rather than on the network. Previous OOC post about the event is here. As usual for event logs, indicate characters involved in the subject line and whether your thread is open or closed. Feel free to make your own threads if there’s something which doesn’t quite fit in any of the sections. And you can make up your own stuff to find in the shop as long as it falls into the late 1800s to 1980s range. Vintage outfits aren’t required for the party but are highly encouraged. (Because Lily kind of miscalculated and went broke setting up the shop and throwing this party. Oops.)]
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...P-probably had to do it a million times, right?
[And he wondered just how much of a habit it was. Man, he had to learn how to do this on his own, and actually REMEMBER this time.]
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So, sup? I didn't peg ya for a vintage fan.
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...I've only been back in town for a couple hours.
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[Ah, so she was on a mission, which explained the scrapes. He reached into his coat for a handkerchief.]
...Hold still a sec. Someone went a little overboard on the ointment- little goes a long way.
[He really was the most uncharacteristic gangster, moving to try and dab some of the excess from her cheek with a brow furrowed in focus.]
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Her eyebrows rose at the sudden handkerchief, but she stood still and let Kanji clean some off after an initial wince.]
...I'm not used to taking care of my own injuries.
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[A brief, wry grin, and he dabbed up the last.]
Wash your face real gentle on that side, and cover it with a bandage if you're goin' out in the sun if y'don't want it to scar like mine did. Same goes for the hand.
Y'got anything against penguins?
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[She glowers a bit.]
Other than the desire to finish what I'd started? No. I could care less about penguins in general.
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Yeah... Naoto and I took out their leader, but there's a few of 'em still pokin' around out there. Might swing back to do some clean-up, but we're all signed up for two days from now. Trouble over in Pakistan.
[He pulled a bandage from the pocket. It had little cartoony penguins on them, and so they were his favorite. He had no qualms about sharing stuff like this, so he'd unwrap it and apply it to the injured cheek.]
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[She fell silent as the bandage was applied. It probably looked silly on her, but she'd bear with it.]
I'd been told the penguin kishin eggs weren't hard and they weren't. But, no, Sion made us retreat and pulled me away. I was fine.
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But those scratches coulda been worse, Tohno-san. She was thinkin' of you when you guys pulled back.
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Bailing a little early does sound kinda weird... what happened?
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[If looks could kill, the dress rack Akiha was glaring at would've burst into flame.]
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...S'it cause shaky resonance if it's used too much or somethin'? I know after a good bunch'a Soul Descents it gets hard to keep that connection. My eyes start to get a little blurry, too.
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It sucks, but we have to rely on soul resonance to do any real damage on Kishin Eggs. Even now, I sometimes wish I could call up Takeji Zaiten to tear 'em to shreds, but... well. BREW.
You're strong, Tohno-san, and you got a lotta pride. I think you both did wrong; Sion-san got hasty, and you were stubborn. Wanted to make that last push no matter what.
Part'a being partners means you gotta learn to give a little, and that counts for both Meister and Weapon. Soul Resonance is... it's meeting in the middle, and goin' up from there as a team.
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Tch. I don't need to be lectured, Tatsumi.
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...Damn it. A'right, well, as long as you know that's fine.
[A nod.]
Lemme get you some punch.
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Yes. Punch would be appreciated.
Adorably tsun, just sayin'.
[Fortunately, he made a killer punch, fizzy and fruity. He'd all ready been asked for the recipe on more than a few occasions. He passed her the solo cup, but was careful to drink his own so it didn't spill on his suit. But he removed his hat with a hand, fanning himself off.]
Sheesh, they must've roasted to death back in the 40's... too many layers...
makes me wish the hair toss sprite iconed well
Thank you. [She takes the cup and sips. It was good, but she didn't say anything, not knowing Kanji had made it.]
Proper evening wear is a task to be worn no matter what era. Fashion is suffering.
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Ain't that the truth! Like, I never liked my school uniform. Had to keep the jacket closed and it was always all tight and itchy. Then there's what the girls have to wear during festivals or New Year's to boot.
I don't mind wearin' yukata after a bath, though. Nothin' beats it.
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