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soul_logs2013-01-01 03:14 pm
vintage_magic) wrote in soul_logs2013-01-01 03:14 pm
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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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[And no signs of fruit pulp today...] And you managed to do something about the tomato tossers, I reckon. [Hopefully, not with that missing tommy gun though!]
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Y-yeah, well, my arms are a little longer and my shoulders are a little broader than the dudes who lived in the era, but I know all my sizes so it was an easy fix.
[And another nod to confirm.]
I left early this morning to get some stuff done. 'Bout half of the things left in the back's repaired, but I'm gonna need to grab some stuff from home to fix up the rest. Where'd you get it all?
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Oh, from all over. Thrift shops, yard sales, estate auctions. Some of it was from the carnival before the island fell. And some merchants gave me the bolts of fabric but I'm not sure what to do with them. [Kanji might have noticed a few bolts of brightly printed (and slightly sandy) Pakistani textiles that had appeared in a corner of the back room a few days ago. Not vintage but they were among the things the caravan merchants had given to her and Lezard after that mission.]
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[He hesitated, but realized it was totally okay.]
My family runs a textile shop, so I couldn't help myself. Gave it a little feel, shook the sand off of it. Assumed ya picked it up from the desert out there somehow, but it's pretty... it's gotta be used for something!
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They came from a desert but not the one out here. Maybe, they could be used for reproductions? Lucille, my seamstress back home, had started copying some of the styles in the shop in other sizes.
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Usin' it for reproductions sounds cool. I'll see if I can't think of somethin' for 'em. [He wouldn't admit he all ready had ideas, and at least three specific styles in one. But one wasn't vintage, and one wasn't to be hung up on the racks...]
Y'mind if I make a dash home in a little bit to grab my sewing machine so I can get a head start in the back room? I... uh... [He quieted briefly. Blushed. Looked out a nearby window.]
There's somebody I wanna check up on back at the apartment, so...
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If you think of something, that would be great. [And hopefully sales would be good at the shop so she could actually pay him soon!]
[Kanji certainly was eager about this project! Then, she noticed the blush and how he was avoiding her eyes. Huh. Was he embarrassed about something?]
Oh, you have a roommate? Are they not feeling well? The things in the back can just wait until tomorrow...
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[He paused, and... nodded. No, it wasn't something he should hide.]
...We got back from the mission yesterday pretty wiped, so I'm just makin' sure they got up and around okay. I mean, I left breakfast and a note, but...
[Worrywart. World's biggest worrywart, right here.]
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Oh, your partner? [Come to think of it, he had mentioned something about a mission when she hired him several days ago.] They weren't hurt, were they? Sure, you can go check on them.
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[There was a cold, nervous clench in his stomach at the word 'partner'. He... hadn't gotten around to having that conversation with her. Half of him said he should. The other couldn't stop thinking of Minato.]
Oh, no. But, uhm... hey, maybe you'd know. Somethin' kinda weird happened: Their weapon form just changed... like, it attached to my arm like a cannon and started to glow, and fired off this crazy attack. It wrecked the Kishin Egg, but we were both pretty drained afterward.
Y'haven't heard of anything like that, have ya?
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I don't think so but I'm not the best person to ask about that type of thing. [She hadn't even seen any other pairs work together before. And she didn't know a thing about firearms.]
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...Figured I'd ask. Guess I gotta hit up Kid or somebody a little more native. Uhh...
[He dusted off his coat, then bowed a little.]
Gonna go check on her-- them. shit. I'll be back in a little bit!
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Okay. I'll see you later then. [Strange. Was Kanji trying to hide that his partner was a woman? But what reason could he possibly have for doing that?]
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Who knows, we might end up in the same group for a mission and you get to see us in action.
[But he nodded here, offered a brief apologetic look, and excused himself. There were a -ton- of reasons why he was kicking himself for that slip, but that was neither here nor there. Hopefully what was happening was nothing serious...]
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[She watched as Kanji left, still wondering about the secrecy. Maybe, she'd meet this mysterious partner someday...]