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homeless_pard) wrote2022-03-27 12:44 am
homeless_pard) wrote2022-03-27 12:44 am
Entry tags:
Holding down the fort
Who: Daniel, Deputy McKinnon, The Nanas
When: Two days after folks disappear to WW.
What: Making bad impressions of the lasting sort!
Daniel unlocked the front door nervously and had to go through three keys before he found the right one. He hadn't been working there long, a week in fact, which wasn't much time to adjust to a new job...
...but worse he'd woken up yesterday to a strange text on his phone, from the Circus no less. Not a place he'd ever been, but it had spelled out, in no uncertain terms, that the normal proprietors were suddenly engaged elsewhere and he would be, in essence, running the shop until their return. He had permission to adjust shop hours accordingly. He'd wanted to dismiss it as spam and a hoax and all those things but he'd come to work and had to unlock and found a hand written note on the counter saying the same. Was this how his life spiraled? Was he in the vampire mafia now?
Should he run?
But...he really liked the shop.
He was so going to die because he was addicted to tea wasn't he?
Granted day one had gone fine. The register had behaved, the recipes for things he was allowed to blend were easy to follow, and he'd even remembered to note things in the handwritten ledger. He'd noted his time clocking in and out at on the computer and...hadn't gotten an angry text when he worked ten hours instead of eight. The chosen 'open' hours after he'd thought about it awhile was eight to seven, with an hour lunch where he mostly hid in the greenhouse and tried not to have a panic attack!
So far so good.
He was feeling pretty good when he finally got through the door today, which meant, naturally, things had to go wrong. The first person through the door was a cop. In full, shiny uniform. Mind you, he normally liked a chance to chat with a man in uniform (fitted trousers anyone?) but this guy was just...creepy. "Who are you?"
What? Sure, this place didn't have name tags but..."my name is Daniel sir, how can I help you?
The man gritted his teeth, almost audibly, then looked around, "You're new? Where's Khemrys?"
Oh boy, a Karen maybe? The rare male Karen trying the 'I know the owner' thing? "I'm afraid she's had some things to handle at home, how may I help you?" When in doubt repeat!
The officer narrowed his eyes, peering at the shelves, "she's been gone two weeks now..."
"Her home is quite far away I understand," he noted stiffly.
"Is that dyke manager around?"
What? Beryl? Ms. Hot Lady Liked a Stripper?! A.K.A his BOSS?! "She has take time to support her friend in a time of stress," he noted blandly. How may I help you?"
Deputy McKinnon growled to himself softly then leaned on the counter, "listen, you can just fucking tell me that damn stripper she dates bit her." Good reason to keep away from the public right? Infection? Or possible infection? The little vampire tart Jason 'securing' a mate like the dog he was!
What. The. Fuck?
Could he call the cops on a cop? Did that work? "I can't tell you what I don't know, and regardless it's unprofessional to ask about the owner's dating preferences from an employee."
"I don't care about professional!" he growled, "I want her SAFE from him!"
Yeeeeah, no. He polished the counter with a rag a moment then sighed, "sir if you don't wish to make a purchase here there's nothing I can help you with."
"Are you demanding a bribe? Why are you protecting him?!"
What? A brief review of how he phrased things and he winced, oh. "This is a business, we sell 'simples' as stated on the brochure. That is all I can help you with."
"Listen here you little shit..."
"Ah, Daniel," a warm voice noted. "When you have a moment..."
He looked past the deputy with relief, smiling, "hello ma'am!"
"You may call me Nana Samira I told you! Now, this policeman buys bruise balm often, he must not be very good at his job," the stern, older woman in silks noted gently. "It is the third shelf there, the glass bottles."
"Ah thank you, I am still learning the regulars!" he smiled, moving to grab the item and ring it up as a matter of course.
Deputy McKinnon snarled quietly to himself then smoothed his expression out into a pleasant, bland mask, "I've been training dummy for some newbies. It gets rough."
"Ah, that must be why you are so bruised," the nana smirked, settling at the counter. "We will see you again next week yes?"
"...of course," he gritted, taking his jar and stoping toward the door.
Daniel waited until he was well away then sighed, "thank you ma'am..."
"Nana," she corrected. "Tea, boy, the blend in the red jar! Now we will discuss support for you. I have a granddaughter who may tend the plants, myself or Nana Pendu will be here when you are open, it seems best as there are those looking for the woman we wish to preserve this place for."
"...ah?" Um? "Am I...what am I getting into here?" he swallowed, getting tea prepared for the lady.
Nana Samira smirked, "she is a good person and good with medicine. We like her, and suspect she is not from...here." Here here. As in Earth. "She is a blessing so we will defend her home. Tell me, are you single?"
"...what?"
"You are well dressed and will be learning well from Khemrys when she returns, so you are firm prospect. Are you single?"
"Uh...I'm gay?"
"I see, my grandson will be delighted I send him to dinner with a man then," she smirked. "Not even Khemrys could move him so he he must solidly prefer men." Sad there, but, there was hope yet for that skill set! "You will like him, he is a doctor."
"...uh?"
When: Two days after folks disappear to WW.
What: Making bad impressions of the lasting sort!
Daniel unlocked the front door nervously and had to go through three keys before he found the right one. He hadn't been working there long, a week in fact, which wasn't much time to adjust to a new job...
...but worse he'd woken up yesterday to a strange text on his phone, from the Circus no less. Not a place he'd ever been, but it had spelled out, in no uncertain terms, that the normal proprietors were suddenly engaged elsewhere and he would be, in essence, running the shop until their return. He had permission to adjust shop hours accordingly. He'd wanted to dismiss it as spam and a hoax and all those things but he'd come to work and had to unlock and found a hand written note on the counter saying the same. Was this how his life spiraled? Was he in the vampire mafia now?
Should he run?
But...he really liked the shop.
He was so going to die because he was addicted to tea wasn't he?
Granted day one had gone fine. The register had behaved, the recipes for things he was allowed to blend were easy to follow, and he'd even remembered to note things in the handwritten ledger. He'd noted his time clocking in and out at on the computer and...hadn't gotten an angry text when he worked ten hours instead of eight. The chosen 'open' hours after he'd thought about it awhile was eight to seven, with an hour lunch where he mostly hid in the greenhouse and tried not to have a panic attack!
So far so good.
He was feeling pretty good when he finally got through the door today, which meant, naturally, things had to go wrong. The first person through the door was a cop. In full, shiny uniform. Mind you, he normally liked a chance to chat with a man in uniform (fitted trousers anyone?) but this guy was just...creepy. "Who are you?"
What? Sure, this place didn't have name tags but..."my name is Daniel sir, how can I help you?
The man gritted his teeth, almost audibly, then looked around, "You're new? Where's Khemrys?"
Oh boy, a Karen maybe? The rare male Karen trying the 'I know the owner' thing? "I'm afraid she's had some things to handle at home, how may I help you?" When in doubt repeat!
The officer narrowed his eyes, peering at the shelves, "she's been gone two weeks now..."
"Her home is quite far away I understand," he noted stiffly.
"Is that dyke manager around?"
What? Beryl? Ms. Hot Lady Liked a Stripper?! A.K.A his BOSS?! "She has take time to support her friend in a time of stress," he noted blandly. How may I help you?"
Deputy McKinnon growled to himself softly then leaned on the counter, "listen, you can just fucking tell me that damn stripper she dates bit her." Good reason to keep away from the public right? Infection? Or possible infection? The little vampire tart Jason 'securing' a mate like the dog he was!
What. The. Fuck?
Could he call the cops on a cop? Did that work? "I can't tell you what I don't know, and regardless it's unprofessional to ask about the owner's dating preferences from an employee."
"I don't care about professional!" he growled, "I want her SAFE from him!"
Yeeeeah, no. He polished the counter with a rag a moment then sighed, "sir if you don't wish to make a purchase here there's nothing I can help you with."
"Are you demanding a bribe? Why are you protecting him?!"
What? A brief review of how he phrased things and he winced, oh. "This is a business, we sell 'simples' as stated on the brochure. That is all I can help you with."
"Listen here you little shit..."
"Ah, Daniel," a warm voice noted. "When you have a moment..."
He looked past the deputy with relief, smiling, "hello ma'am!"
"You may call me Nana Samira I told you! Now, this policeman buys bruise balm often, he must not be very good at his job," the stern, older woman in silks noted gently. "It is the third shelf there, the glass bottles."
"Ah thank you, I am still learning the regulars!" he smiled, moving to grab the item and ring it up as a matter of course.
Deputy McKinnon snarled quietly to himself then smoothed his expression out into a pleasant, bland mask, "I've been training dummy for some newbies. It gets rough."
"Ah, that must be why you are so bruised," the nana smirked, settling at the counter. "We will see you again next week yes?"
"...of course," he gritted, taking his jar and stoping toward the door.
Daniel waited until he was well away then sighed, "thank you ma'am..."
"Nana," she corrected. "Tea, boy, the blend in the red jar! Now we will discuss support for you. I have a granddaughter who may tend the plants, myself or Nana Pendu will be here when you are open, it seems best as there are those looking for the woman we wish to preserve this place for."
"...ah?" Um? "Am I...what am I getting into here?" he swallowed, getting tea prepared for the lady.
Nana Samira smirked, "she is a good person and good with medicine. We like her, and suspect she is not from...here." Here here. As in Earth. "She is a blessing so we will defend her home. Tell me, are you single?"
"...what?"
"You are well dressed and will be learning well from Khemrys when she returns, so you are firm prospect. Are you single?"
"Uh...I'm gay?"
"I see, my grandson will be delighted I send him to dinner with a man then," she smirked. "Not even Khemrys could move him so he he must solidly prefer men." Sad there, but, there was hope yet for that skill set! "You will like him, he is a doctor."
"...uh?"