Doyleton Area Descriptions [2/3]
Monkey Wrench Auto Repairs
Appearance
The outside of the building used to be painted white with a wide blue stripe just below the edge of the roof, but time and weather has turned the white a sort of dull tan and faded and chipped the blue. To the right side of the front two roll-up doors the same color as the blue stripe lead into the mechanic's bay, and on the left side a glass door leads into the lobby area. Worn lettering on the front door spells out the shop's name beneath a picture of a wrench, and a sun-faded sign below that has the hours, though the hours the Monkey Wrench is actually open don't always correspond to what the sign says.
The lobby area has a floor of worn linoleum and walls that haven't seen a new coat of paint since the building was originally built. A worn wooden counter to the right of the door divides a waiting area; behind the counter are two doors, one leading into the repair bay and the other into the back office of the shop. In the waiting area a handful of plastic chairs cluster around an old television on the wall and a low table with a scattering of worn magazines. The television is always turned to a sporting event of some kind.
The back office is always a cluttered mess, with the desk and filing cabinets inside piled high with papers, invoices, order forms, mail, and so on and so forth. If someone suggests that he should work on his filing Joe always just shrugs and says he knows where everything is and that's what matters. There is a safe in the back corner next to the desk and somewhere underneath the papers on top of it is a dusty typewriter.
The mechanic's bay has one lift, with the other side open. Part of the back wall is taken up with a workbench, while the other walls are lined with shelves, tool cabinets, and other auto repair equipment, and an air compressor stands between the two halves of the bay. Small windows set high in the walls give some natural light during the day, and a door in the left-hand wall leads into the lobby area.
Staffing
If the shop is open, Joe is there. He's usually in the bay working on a car, but there's a doorbell button on the counter in the lobby that will ring out there to let him know if someone is inside. Brendan only works part time, usually in the mornings, and pays even less attention to visitors than Joe. If anyone wants to talk to him they'd probably have to walk up to him, but both Joe and Brendan dislike having strangers in the bay when they're working.
Exits
1) Front door: metal-framed glass door leading into the lobby area. In nice weather it's always propped open with a cinder-block brick and in cold weather it has a pretty strong draft.
2) Office door: behind the desk in the lobby, leads into a windowless back office. Usually closed and locked unless someone is actually in the office at the time, but the door is just hollow-core wood and doesn't have a terribly sturdy lock.
3) Bay door: goes between the area behind the counter and the mechanic's bay. Heavy wood construction, like a front door of a house, with a sturdy lock, though it's always sitting open when the shop is open.
4) Roll-up doors: two roll-up garage-style doors that lead into the mechanic's bay. Blue-painted wood inset with a single row of windows at eye height on an adult male.
5) Bay windows: four windows set high in the walls in the mechanic's bay, too high to be reached without a ladder and too small to allow an adult through. They aren't designed to open and would have to be broken.
6) Lobby windows: two large (and dusty) picture windows on the two outside-facing walls of the waiting area. Not designed to open.
Equipment/Supplies
The bay has all manner of tools, auto parts, chemicals (oil, transmission fluid, coolant, etc etc) that might be expected in an auto repair shop. There is also an air compressor in the center of the bay, between the two slots for cars being worked on.
The office has an assortment of office supplies, such as pens, paper, staplers, tape, etc, and an electric typewriter, but nothing more technologically up to date than a small handheld calculator. The top drawer of the desk has small snack foods like granola bars and crackers, as well as a package of nicotine gum.
Notes
TBA
NPCs
Joseph Andrew Wilder
Joe Wilder was born and raised in Doyleton, the only child of Steven and Amanda Wilder. Steven was basically the town drunk during Joe's childhood, always out of work and turning a significant portion of his wife's income into beer and cigarettes. It came as no surprise to the townsfolk, then, that Joe left town as soon as he turned eighteen, even though it meant that he hadn't quite graduated from high school yet.
Once out of Doyleton he used what he'd learned in auto shop and his own love of car repair to become a mechanic, eventually landing his dream job working with race cars. After only a few years of that, though, an accident at the track cost him his arm and very nearly his life. Though it was actually caused by negligence on the part of the driver, it looked better to blame an ordinary mechanic than a well-sponsored near-celebrity and Joe lost his job.
He moved back to Doyleton then, opening his own auto repair shop with the declaration that he could fix cars with one arm far better than most mechanics could with two. As far as anyone in town is concerned he's proved that many times over, and everyone is more than happy to bring him their cars to work on because he's not only competent but honest and forthcoming about necessary repairs. Joe tends to be a bit of a loner, though, and isn't very talkative with anyone, even those few who consider themselves his friends. If someone wants to discuss car repair they might get an answer, but inquiries about anything else are unlikely to get anything more than a monosyllabic response.
Joe lives by himself in a small basement apartment, but doesn't spend much time there except for sleeping. He tends to vanish at random on camping trips or just out for long drives, and likes to be by himself. He's never showed any inclination to date anyone else in town, which has led to some gossip amongst Pearl's crowd.
He and Hal Wright at the car dealership have a polite working relationship and will send each other business, but they don't have much in common and couldn't really be called friends.
Brendan Reid
Brendan is a recent high school graduate who got a job at the shop by persistently hanging around enough and volunteering to take care of small jobs for long enough to convince Joe of his natural talent at car repair. He's short and solidly built, with grey eyes and dark hair in severe need of a trim. His wardrobe seems to consist entirely of plaid buttoned shirts (with the sleeves always rolled up) and jeans, and he's even less talkative than his employer.
He's the only son in a family of six girls, and though he still technically lives at home he spends as much time as possible away from it. He only works part time at Monkey Wrench, so he'll be at the shop half the day (usually in the mornings) and the rest of the day he's often out running. Someday he plans to run a marathon; he tends to carry around runner's magazines and could talk for hours about shoes and stretching and nutrition... if he ever talked to anyone, that is.
Maps
Monkey Wrench
Morris Park
Mountain Antiques
Appearance
Mountain Antiques was once a small plantation-style building, renovated by Hattie Fellows two to three decades ago into the business it is now. From the road itself, there’s a short stone path leading to the wrap-around porch decorated with seasonal plants. The main room is the largest, fully stocked with an ordered mess of collectables and knick-knacks, somehow visually pleasing despite the chaos.
Of the stock itself, it’s ever-changing, nothing ever staying for very long, despite the small town. The only item that’s stayed for the past period of time is the stuffed and mounted tiger dominating the space to the left of the register’s counter. How Hattie acquired the shocking animal is a mystery, though she’ll attest it’s been passed through her family for generations. It’s frozen in a polite sitting position, one paw partially raised; a patch of fur on the top of its head worn to softness from Hattie resting her hand there while talking with customers through the years.
For being a small store, the variety of things carried border on rare and obscure items and antiques. There’s the normal costume jewelry and spoon and thimble collections, and also a wide stock of refurbished furniture from decades to sometimes centuries back, and a rainbow plethora of carnival glass and porcelain teacups. The more breakable items are housed in the western room, a place of glass cabinets and shelves led to by walking up three short steps. The eastern room’s double doors open into Hattie’s current inventory of wedding dresses and antique clothing, with a curtained off portion in the back corner for trying on clothes.
The main room houses the furniture, plain wood and carved, as well as a table holding a variety of old magnifying glasses and spoons. If one looks, they’ll find a similar setup for small carved and crystal animal statues, as well as baskets of buttons and glass tea stirrers. The counter’s set at the back wall, doubling as a glass case for the current old jewelry and crystals. All of those things are a changing constant--everything else varies: From rusted wartime swords to bottled ships to human-sized uncut crystals to classic guitars to dead military landmines. Mountain Antiques has everything, and likely more, that you would ever want of the obscure and esoteric items within history.
To the right of the counter exists a small room, in which Hattie’s accounting is done, as well as housing the smaller newest additions to her inventory. A few have learned to check in to see when new shipments come--the rarities vanishing quickly. Despite, or because of the nature of the store, it’s become a casual hangout place to some of Doyletown’s younger generation. Hattie’s sharp-eyed protectiveness over her stock is balanced by a memory of being younger and an urge to tell stories. Those who listen may find a random trinket shoved into their hands for free.
Staffing
For decades, Hattie Fellows was the only person ever to work at Mountain Antiques, and that was fine and how she preferred it. This has changed only recently, to add a single part-time teenage worker, Leroy Jenkins, who helps out randomly through the week.
Exits
1) The only known door in or out is the wide double doors at the front that open onto the porch.
2) There exist ten windows - two on either side of the outside doors in the main room; four in each side room, one along each wall, and two each for the wall that faces the street.
3) Internal doors being - the right double doors to the clothing room, the left door to the glass room, and the back placed door to the overstock/accounting room. Of the last, it is always locked, the key held by Hattie herself.
Equipment/Supplies
Of the stock, the normal selection is as has been noted: costume jewelry, spoon and thimble collections, refurbished furniture, carnival glass, porcelain teacups, wedding dresses, antique clothing, old magnifying glasses, small carved and crystal animal statues, buttons, glass tea stirrers, old jewelry, crystals.
And as well, everything else varies as said: From rusted wartime swords to bottled ships to human-sized uncut crystals to classic guitars to dead military landmines. For a question of what’s in stock at any current moment, it’s good to ask.
Notes
If you’re wondering if something is in the store, just ask an NPC mod for a yes or no on the item you’re asking about.
NPCs
Hattie Fellows
Hattie Fellows is a large, buxom, dark-skinned woman, with hair streaked with gray. Kindly dark eyes are prominent on her seemingly stern visage--however, that is countered by her matronly way of interacting. Her sister, Sandra Wright, works at the inn, but Hattie instead took over their family’s home, recreating it into an antique warehouse to which she’s rarely absent from. The woman is extremely watchful, having no patience for attempted thievery, and yet, she has no problem with handing out free trinkets to those that catch her attention.
Kind and clever, Hattie’s seemingly only weakness is her love of stories and telling them--each of her more rare items having a detailed backstory that she’ll tell to whoever’s willing to listen. This carries over to a few subjects--the store’s history, her own, and asking customers about theirs. The only item of interest she’s tight-lipped on is the mounted tiger near the register; that, she’ll move around with a wry smile and mischievous expression. She has no problem with loiterers, and would prefer to have them here than anywhere else if they have no place to go. The store is a warm, casual environment, and she works to maintain that impression.
Even though she lives off information and talking about it, she’s surprisingly apt at understanding when one can’t or won’t reveal certain things; to which, she’ll offer a tale and perhaps a trinket, letting the person know they can stay as long as they wish. This goes for the native Doyletowners as well as the patients--her new assistant, Leroy, nearly had a second residence at the store before she forced the position unto him. She’s protective of her patrons and disallows any rumors or bad talk within her area of rule.
As of late, Hattie is a bit amused at a young blond man, who has taken to playing guitar every Saturday for the past few weeks. Despite guitars not being a normal item, she’s taken to keeping one in stock just in case.
Leroy Jenkins
Leroy is a baggy-jeaned, sports jersey wearing sixteen-year-old--and at first glance one would question why the long-standing solo worker would hire him rather than throw him out. But Leroy was a regular before a worker, even if he never bought anything. When Hattie finally conceded to hire an extra worker on, the boy was the first thought of, to which she grudgingly forced into the position with little choice on his part.
Despite his appearance, the dark-skinned boy is gangly and awkward; uncomfortable in social situations. He prefers to stock and tidy up, lacking Hattie’s love of casual conversation. Despite this, if the store is close to empty, the pair can be seen conversing at length. Other than this, he rarely speaks unless spoken to to any customers. There are rumors that before Hattie hired him, he was almost taken to juvenile detention, but speak the rumors around the proprietor and she’ll shut them down with ferocity.
Maps
Fail map for now: will be uploaded.
Mystic Healing Spa and Acupuncture
Pearl's Beauty Salon Hair and Nails
Appearance
Located in the heart of town, Pearl’s Beauty Salon is very similar to its sister businesses all over the country. The large windows which dominate the storefront feature the same pictures and the same slogans (“Haircuts-Men, Women, and Children!” “Mani and Pedi, Special Price! $18” “Acrylics, full set: $25”) that adorn the front windows of beauty parlors nationwide, and a double glass door to the left features the shop's logo in bright, glossy paint.
Immediately inside is the curved counter of the front desk, with shelves of beauty products on the wall beside and just behind it. To the right of the door is a waiting area, with a handful of plastic chairs and a small table with a stack of limp, dog-eared salon magazines. The walls are covered with a slightly faded pink wallpaper, with a rose-patterned border along the top. The floor is a fairly generic industrial white-and-grey linoleum, though there's a handmade rag rug in the waiting area to add a small splash of rainbow color.
On the right-hand wall are two haircutting stations, with large, lighted mirrors, rose-colored sinks, and dark grey salon chairs; behind them, up against the back wall, are two more comfortable looking chairs with large hair dryers attached. On the left side, behind the front counter, is a pedicure chair and manicure table with a bright, adjustable light pointing at the surface..
A doorway hidden by a slightly dusty black curtain in the back left corner leads into the staff room behind the shop; here shelves and cupboards contain the salon's stock of supplies and products, and Pearl keeps her desk (which is covered with papers, knicknacks, and photos). The employees tend to leave their personal belongings in the cupboard closest to the back door, which stands in the corner diagonal from the door leading into the shop. The back door opens onto an alleyway behind the shops on Main Street, and doesn't see much use.
Staffing
Pearl Langley is almost always inside the salon whenever it's open, even though she prefers to have her employees deal with customers whenever possible so that she can be free to chat with whoever walks in the door. She is usually standing behind the front desk of the salon, and usually chatting with one or more of her friends either in person or on the phone.
There are two other part-time employees, Janice and Lindsey, who usually trade off mornings and afternoons. Whichever one of them is there at the time will usually be either working in the back room or cleaning the salon while Pearl gossips chats, and after greeting an arriving customer at the front desk Pearl will usually hand them off to her employee.
Exits
1) Front door: single glass door leading into the front of the salon from the street. There is a brass bell hanging on a cord above the door that is bumped when it opens.
2) Windows: the entire front of the store (except for the door) is made up of large glass display windows which could easily be broken. There are no other windows in the building.
3) Staff room door: doorway leading from the salon into the back room, covered only by a curtain.
4) Back door: door leading from the back room of the salon into the alleyway behind the building. The door is usually locked (doorknob and deadbolt) and isn't used often as it has a tendency to stick.
Equipment/Supplies
The shelves at the front desk contain various beauty products for sale, mostly hair care supplies.
There are cupboards by the sinks and the manicure/pedicure station that contain salon supplies, including hair care products, styling products, hair dyeing chemicals, nail polishes and removers, and so on and so forth. These cupboards also contain equipment including hair dryers, flat irons, shears, combs, brushes, etc.
The back room contains more of the same supplies out front, with the addition of cleaning chemicals and equipment. The shelves closest to Pearl's desk hold some office supplies and account books, and the drawers will yield candy, granola bars, and other small snacks. The bottom drawer of the desk (usually kept locked) has a half-empty bottle of vodka.
The cupboard closest to the back door is where the employees keep their belongings while working -- though during the day it might have a couple of jackets or purses or a change of clothing, after hours it's usually empty except for a tube of lipstick or a pen or something else that might have fallen out of someone's bag.
Notes
TBA if questions arise
NPCs
Pearl Langley
Pearl was born and raised in Doyleton and has never given even a moment's thought to leaving. Though she won't give her exact age she just turned sixty, even though she tries to hide any signs of aging with liberal application of hair dye and makeup. She's been ruling over her small beauty salon kingdom for almost forty years now, and in that time has become the clearinghouse for every single tidbit of gossip in the town. If anyone has done anything or said anything to anyone else, you can bet that Pearl will find out about it within hours through her network of friends and customers.
She tends to take a motherly (or grandmotherly, now) attitude toward her employees; the part-timers never seem to stay for a few years before moving on and/or getting married, and by the time they leave she's practically adopted them into her family. She keeps the photos of all her former employees and their families on her desk in the back room, along with those of her own children and grandchildren and can tell stories about their lives to anyone who might ask (and even those who don't).
Pearl pities the poor sick residents of Landel's and treats them with something between pity, compassion, and condescension; though she'll gladly deal with them in a friendly and professional manner, she very well might treat them like children at the same time. She loves to give advice to anyone who has an ear to hear it, and the topics can range anywhere from relationships to the color of their hair (which can be changed for a low price!) to clothing that would be flattering on them.
She's known Brenda at the sheriff's office since the two of them were in kindergarten, and willingly uses her as a source of much of her gossip. Though Pearl loves to know everything and tell everyone about it, she isn't so much malicious as she is incredibly nosy. She isn't really a mean person at heart, and she's convinced that she means well.
Janice Frazier
Janice started working at Pearl's while in high school, starting with mopping floors after hours and gradually training to be able to work on customers herself. She's now two years out of school and still working there; if anyone asks she'll say that she's saving up to go to a proper cosmetology school but somehow those plans never materialized.
She dresses fashionably, keeps her medium-long hair bleached pale blonde, and if Pearl ever leaves the shop or goes in the back she will be on the phone with her boyfriend. Janice tends to be terrified of the Landel's patients and will be visibly nervous and a little jumpy around them. She knows her job and will do it, but she will not engage in any superfluous conversation or make suggestions unless absolutely required.
Her twin sister Sarah is one of the desk clerks at the Black Rock Inn, and the two of them look similar enough that they've often been mistaken for one another.
Lindsey Peterson
Lindsey has been friends with Janice since they were children and thus when her friend got a job at Pearl's she did so as well, even though she isn't nearly as interested in cosmetology. To her a job is a job, and as long as it pays to keep her in new books she's fine with it. Her dream is to become a writer someday, and if Pearl isn't around she'll be found either reading a book, scribbling in a notebook, or staring off into space while chewing a pen.
She is a small, shy girl with dark, curly hair. She doesn't talk very much without being prompted, but she's secretly fascinated by all the bizarre stories the crazy people from Landel's come up with. If one of the patients seems particularly friendly she might ask some questions in the hope of getting material for "her novel."
Stephanie Masler at the Bookworm is one of her best friends, and will sometimes sneak her reading material to be returned to the bookstore's shelves when she's finished with it.
Trish Adams
Trish technically isn't an employee of the salon-- she's actually Pearl's granddaughter who likes to hang out and help out when she can because she's shaping up to be almost as big a gossip as her grandmother. She's also an incurable flirt, and despite still being in high school will hit on any attractive male she sees, whether they're from Landel's or Doyleton.
She has short, pixie-cut blonde hair which will occasionally have colored streaks in it, depending on her mood. A year or so ago she decided that her name is "too boring" and declared that everyone should call her "Triz" from now on. She also almost permanently has either a piece of candy, a sucker, or a piece of gum in her mouth, but has yet to master the art of talking without smacking on what she's eating.
Maps
Pearl's
Appearance
The outside of the building used to be painted white with a wide blue stripe just below the edge of the roof, but time and weather has turned the white a sort of dull tan and faded and chipped the blue. To the right side of the front two roll-up doors the same color as the blue stripe lead into the mechanic's bay, and on the left side a glass door leads into the lobby area. Worn lettering on the front door spells out the shop's name beneath a picture of a wrench, and a sun-faded sign below that has the hours, though the hours the Monkey Wrench is actually open don't always correspond to what the sign says.
The lobby area has a floor of worn linoleum and walls that haven't seen a new coat of paint since the building was originally built. A worn wooden counter to the right of the door divides a waiting area; behind the counter are two doors, one leading into the repair bay and the other into the back office of the shop. In the waiting area a handful of plastic chairs cluster around an old television on the wall and a low table with a scattering of worn magazines. The television is always turned to a sporting event of some kind.
The back office is always a cluttered mess, with the desk and filing cabinets inside piled high with papers, invoices, order forms, mail, and so on and so forth. If someone suggests that he should work on his filing Joe always just shrugs and says he knows where everything is and that's what matters. There is a safe in the back corner next to the desk and somewhere underneath the papers on top of it is a dusty typewriter.
The mechanic's bay has one lift, with the other side open. Part of the back wall is taken up with a workbench, while the other walls are lined with shelves, tool cabinets, and other auto repair equipment, and an air compressor stands between the two halves of the bay. Small windows set high in the walls give some natural light during the day, and a door in the left-hand wall leads into the lobby area.
Staffing
If the shop is open, Joe is there. He's usually in the bay working on a car, but there's a doorbell button on the counter in the lobby that will ring out there to let him know if someone is inside. Brendan only works part time, usually in the mornings, and pays even less attention to visitors than Joe. If anyone wants to talk to him they'd probably have to walk up to him, but both Joe and Brendan dislike having strangers in the bay when they're working.
Exits
1) Front door: metal-framed glass door leading into the lobby area. In nice weather it's always propped open with a cinder-block brick and in cold weather it has a pretty strong draft.
2) Office door: behind the desk in the lobby, leads into a windowless back office. Usually closed and locked unless someone is actually in the office at the time, but the door is just hollow-core wood and doesn't have a terribly sturdy lock.
3) Bay door: goes between the area behind the counter and the mechanic's bay. Heavy wood construction, like a front door of a house, with a sturdy lock, though it's always sitting open when the shop is open.
4) Roll-up doors: two roll-up garage-style doors that lead into the mechanic's bay. Blue-painted wood inset with a single row of windows at eye height on an adult male.
5) Bay windows: four windows set high in the walls in the mechanic's bay, too high to be reached without a ladder and too small to allow an adult through. They aren't designed to open and would have to be broken.
6) Lobby windows: two large (and dusty) picture windows on the two outside-facing walls of the waiting area. Not designed to open.
Equipment/Supplies
The bay has all manner of tools, auto parts, chemicals (oil, transmission fluid, coolant, etc etc) that might be expected in an auto repair shop. There is also an air compressor in the center of the bay, between the two slots for cars being worked on.
The office has an assortment of office supplies, such as pens, paper, staplers, tape, etc, and an electric typewriter, but nothing more technologically up to date than a small handheld calculator. The top drawer of the desk has small snack foods like granola bars and crackers, as well as a package of nicotine gum.
Notes
TBA
NPCs
Joseph Andrew Wilder
Joe Wilder was born and raised in Doyleton, the only child of Steven and Amanda Wilder. Steven was basically the town drunk during Joe's childhood, always out of work and turning a significant portion of his wife's income into beer and cigarettes. It came as no surprise to the townsfolk, then, that Joe left town as soon as he turned eighteen, even though it meant that he hadn't quite graduated from high school yet.
Once out of Doyleton he used what he'd learned in auto shop and his own love of car repair to become a mechanic, eventually landing his dream job working with race cars. After only a few years of that, though, an accident at the track cost him his arm and very nearly his life. Though it was actually caused by negligence on the part of the driver, it looked better to blame an ordinary mechanic than a well-sponsored near-celebrity and Joe lost his job.
He moved back to Doyleton then, opening his own auto repair shop with the declaration that he could fix cars with one arm far better than most mechanics could with two. As far as anyone in town is concerned he's proved that many times over, and everyone is more than happy to bring him their cars to work on because he's not only competent but honest and forthcoming about necessary repairs. Joe tends to be a bit of a loner, though, and isn't very talkative with anyone, even those few who consider themselves his friends. If someone wants to discuss car repair they might get an answer, but inquiries about anything else are unlikely to get anything more than a monosyllabic response.
Joe lives by himself in a small basement apartment, but doesn't spend much time there except for sleeping. He tends to vanish at random on camping trips or just out for long drives, and likes to be by himself. He's never showed any inclination to date anyone else in town, which has led to some gossip amongst Pearl's crowd.
He and Hal Wright at the car dealership have a polite working relationship and will send each other business, but they don't have much in common and couldn't really be called friends.
Brendan Reid
Brendan is a recent high school graduate who got a job at the shop by persistently hanging around enough and volunteering to take care of small jobs for long enough to convince Joe of his natural talent at car repair. He's short and solidly built, with grey eyes and dark hair in severe need of a trim. His wardrobe seems to consist entirely of plaid buttoned shirts (with the sleeves always rolled up) and jeans, and he's even less talkative than his employer.
He's the only son in a family of six girls, and though he still technically lives at home he spends as much time as possible away from it. He only works part time at Monkey Wrench, so he'll be at the shop half the day (usually in the mornings) and the rest of the day he's often out running. Someday he plans to run a marathon; he tends to carry around runner's magazines and could talk for hours about shoes and stretching and nutrition... if he ever talked to anyone, that is.
Maps
Monkey Wrench
Morris Park
Mountain Antiques
Appearance
Mountain Antiques was once a small plantation-style building, renovated by Hattie Fellows two to three decades ago into the business it is now. From the road itself, there’s a short stone path leading to the wrap-around porch decorated with seasonal plants. The main room is the largest, fully stocked with an ordered mess of collectables and knick-knacks, somehow visually pleasing despite the chaos.
Of the stock itself, it’s ever-changing, nothing ever staying for very long, despite the small town. The only item that’s stayed for the past period of time is the stuffed and mounted tiger dominating the space to the left of the register’s counter. How Hattie acquired the shocking animal is a mystery, though she’ll attest it’s been passed through her family for generations. It’s frozen in a polite sitting position, one paw partially raised; a patch of fur on the top of its head worn to softness from Hattie resting her hand there while talking with customers through the years.
For being a small store, the variety of things carried border on rare and obscure items and antiques. There’s the normal costume jewelry and spoon and thimble collections, and also a wide stock of refurbished furniture from decades to sometimes centuries back, and a rainbow plethora of carnival glass and porcelain teacups. The more breakable items are housed in the western room, a place of glass cabinets and shelves led to by walking up three short steps. The eastern room’s double doors open into Hattie’s current inventory of wedding dresses and antique clothing, with a curtained off portion in the back corner for trying on clothes.
The main room houses the furniture, plain wood and carved, as well as a table holding a variety of old magnifying glasses and spoons. If one looks, they’ll find a similar setup for small carved and crystal animal statues, as well as baskets of buttons and glass tea stirrers. The counter’s set at the back wall, doubling as a glass case for the current old jewelry and crystals. All of those things are a changing constant--everything else varies: From rusted wartime swords to bottled ships to human-sized uncut crystals to classic guitars to dead military landmines. Mountain Antiques has everything, and likely more, that you would ever want of the obscure and esoteric items within history.
To the right of the counter exists a small room, in which Hattie’s accounting is done, as well as housing the smaller newest additions to her inventory. A few have learned to check in to see when new shipments come--the rarities vanishing quickly. Despite, or because of the nature of the store, it’s become a casual hangout place to some of Doyletown’s younger generation. Hattie’s sharp-eyed protectiveness over her stock is balanced by a memory of being younger and an urge to tell stories. Those who listen may find a random trinket shoved into their hands for free.
Staffing
For decades, Hattie Fellows was the only person ever to work at Mountain Antiques, and that was fine and how she preferred it. This has changed only recently, to add a single part-time teenage worker, Leroy Jenkins, who helps out randomly through the week.
Exits
1) The only known door in or out is the wide double doors at the front that open onto the porch.
2) There exist ten windows - two on either side of the outside doors in the main room; four in each side room, one along each wall, and two each for the wall that faces the street.
3) Internal doors being - the right double doors to the clothing room, the left door to the glass room, and the back placed door to the overstock/accounting room. Of the last, it is always locked, the key held by Hattie herself.
Equipment/Supplies
Of the stock, the normal selection is as has been noted: costume jewelry, spoon and thimble collections, refurbished furniture, carnival glass, porcelain teacups, wedding dresses, antique clothing, old magnifying glasses, small carved and crystal animal statues, buttons, glass tea stirrers, old jewelry, crystals.
And as well, everything else varies as said: From rusted wartime swords to bottled ships to human-sized uncut crystals to classic guitars to dead military landmines. For a question of what’s in stock at any current moment, it’s good to ask.
Notes
If you’re wondering if something is in the store, just ask an NPC mod for a yes or no on the item you’re asking about.
NPCs
Hattie Fellows
Hattie Fellows is a large, buxom, dark-skinned woman, with hair streaked with gray. Kindly dark eyes are prominent on her seemingly stern visage--however, that is countered by her matronly way of interacting. Her sister, Sandra Wright, works at the inn, but Hattie instead took over their family’s home, recreating it into an antique warehouse to which she’s rarely absent from. The woman is extremely watchful, having no patience for attempted thievery, and yet, she has no problem with handing out free trinkets to those that catch her attention.
Kind and clever, Hattie’s seemingly only weakness is her love of stories and telling them--each of her more rare items having a detailed backstory that she’ll tell to whoever’s willing to listen. This carries over to a few subjects--the store’s history, her own, and asking customers about theirs. The only item of interest she’s tight-lipped on is the mounted tiger near the register; that, she’ll move around with a wry smile and mischievous expression. She has no problem with loiterers, and would prefer to have them here than anywhere else if they have no place to go. The store is a warm, casual environment, and she works to maintain that impression.
Even though she lives off information and talking about it, she’s surprisingly apt at understanding when one can’t or won’t reveal certain things; to which, she’ll offer a tale and perhaps a trinket, letting the person know they can stay as long as they wish. This goes for the native Doyletowners as well as the patients--her new assistant, Leroy, nearly had a second residence at the store before she forced the position unto him. She’s protective of her patrons and disallows any rumors or bad talk within her area of rule.
As of late, Hattie is a bit amused at a young blond man, who has taken to playing guitar every Saturday for the past few weeks. Despite guitars not being a normal item, she’s taken to keeping one in stock just in case.
Leroy Jenkins
Leroy is a baggy-jeaned, sports jersey wearing sixteen-year-old--and at first glance one would question why the long-standing solo worker would hire him rather than throw him out. But Leroy was a regular before a worker, even if he never bought anything. When Hattie finally conceded to hire an extra worker on, the boy was the first thought of, to which she grudgingly forced into the position with little choice on his part.
Despite his appearance, the dark-skinned boy is gangly and awkward; uncomfortable in social situations. He prefers to stock and tidy up, lacking Hattie’s love of casual conversation. Despite this, if the store is close to empty, the pair can be seen conversing at length. Other than this, he rarely speaks unless spoken to to any customers. There are rumors that before Hattie hired him, he was almost taken to juvenile detention, but speak the rumors around the proprietor and she’ll shut them down with ferocity.
Maps
Fail map for now: will be uploaded.
Mystic Healing Spa and Acupuncture
Pearl's Beauty Salon Hair and Nails
Appearance
Located in the heart of town, Pearl’s Beauty Salon is very similar to its sister businesses all over the country. The large windows which dominate the storefront feature the same pictures and the same slogans (“Haircuts-Men, Women, and Children!” “Mani and Pedi, Special Price! $18” “Acrylics, full set: $25”) that adorn the front windows of beauty parlors nationwide, and a double glass door to the left features the shop's logo in bright, glossy paint.
Immediately inside is the curved counter of the front desk, with shelves of beauty products on the wall beside and just behind it. To the right of the door is a waiting area, with a handful of plastic chairs and a small table with a stack of limp, dog-eared salon magazines. The walls are covered with a slightly faded pink wallpaper, with a rose-patterned border along the top. The floor is a fairly generic industrial white-and-grey linoleum, though there's a handmade rag rug in the waiting area to add a small splash of rainbow color.
On the right-hand wall are two haircutting stations, with large, lighted mirrors, rose-colored sinks, and dark grey salon chairs; behind them, up against the back wall, are two more comfortable looking chairs with large hair dryers attached. On the left side, behind the front counter, is a pedicure chair and manicure table with a bright, adjustable light pointing at the surface..
A doorway hidden by a slightly dusty black curtain in the back left corner leads into the staff room behind the shop; here shelves and cupboards contain the salon's stock of supplies and products, and Pearl keeps her desk (which is covered with papers, knicknacks, and photos). The employees tend to leave their personal belongings in the cupboard closest to the back door, which stands in the corner diagonal from the door leading into the shop. The back door opens onto an alleyway behind the shops on Main Street, and doesn't see much use.
Staffing
Pearl Langley is almost always inside the salon whenever it's open, even though she prefers to have her employees deal with customers whenever possible so that she can be free to chat with whoever walks in the door. She is usually standing behind the front desk of the salon, and usually chatting with one or more of her friends either in person or on the phone.
There are two other part-time employees, Janice and Lindsey, who usually trade off mornings and afternoons. Whichever one of them is there at the time will usually be either working in the back room or cleaning the salon while Pearl gossips chats, and after greeting an arriving customer at the front desk Pearl will usually hand them off to her employee.
Exits
1) Front door: single glass door leading into the front of the salon from the street. There is a brass bell hanging on a cord above the door that is bumped when it opens.
2) Windows: the entire front of the store (except for the door) is made up of large glass display windows which could easily be broken. There are no other windows in the building.
3) Staff room door: doorway leading from the salon into the back room, covered only by a curtain.
4) Back door: door leading from the back room of the salon into the alleyway behind the building. The door is usually locked (doorknob and deadbolt) and isn't used often as it has a tendency to stick.
Equipment/Supplies
The shelves at the front desk contain various beauty products for sale, mostly hair care supplies.
There are cupboards by the sinks and the manicure/pedicure station that contain salon supplies, including hair care products, styling products, hair dyeing chemicals, nail polishes and removers, and so on and so forth. These cupboards also contain equipment including hair dryers, flat irons, shears, combs, brushes, etc.
The back room contains more of the same supplies out front, with the addition of cleaning chemicals and equipment. The shelves closest to Pearl's desk hold some office supplies and account books, and the drawers will yield candy, granola bars, and other small snacks. The bottom drawer of the desk (usually kept locked) has a half-empty bottle of vodka.
The cupboard closest to the back door is where the employees keep their belongings while working -- though during the day it might have a couple of jackets or purses or a change of clothing, after hours it's usually empty except for a tube of lipstick or a pen or something else that might have fallen out of someone's bag.
Notes
TBA if questions arise
NPCs
Pearl Langley
Pearl was born and raised in Doyleton and has never given even a moment's thought to leaving. Though she won't give her exact age she just turned sixty, even though she tries to hide any signs of aging with liberal application of hair dye and makeup. She's been ruling over her small beauty salon kingdom for almost forty years now, and in that time has become the clearinghouse for every single tidbit of gossip in the town. If anyone has done anything or said anything to anyone else, you can bet that Pearl will find out about it within hours through her network of friends and customers.
She tends to take a motherly (or grandmotherly, now) attitude toward her employees; the part-timers never seem to stay for a few years before moving on and/or getting married, and by the time they leave she's practically adopted them into her family. She keeps the photos of all her former employees and their families on her desk in the back room, along with those of her own children and grandchildren and can tell stories about their lives to anyone who might ask (and even those who don't).
Pearl pities the poor sick residents of Landel's and treats them with something between pity, compassion, and condescension; though she'll gladly deal with them in a friendly and professional manner, she very well might treat them like children at the same time. She loves to give advice to anyone who has an ear to hear it, and the topics can range anywhere from relationships to the color of their hair (which can be changed for a low price!) to clothing that would be flattering on them.
She's known Brenda at the sheriff's office since the two of them were in kindergarten, and willingly uses her as a source of much of her gossip. Though Pearl loves to know everything and tell everyone about it, she isn't so much malicious as she is incredibly nosy. She isn't really a mean person at heart, and she's convinced that she means well.
Janice Frazier
Janice started working at Pearl's while in high school, starting with mopping floors after hours and gradually training to be able to work on customers herself. She's now two years out of school and still working there; if anyone asks she'll say that she's saving up to go to a proper cosmetology school but somehow those plans never materialized.
She dresses fashionably, keeps her medium-long hair bleached pale blonde, and if Pearl ever leaves the shop or goes in the back she will be on the phone with her boyfriend. Janice tends to be terrified of the Landel's patients and will be visibly nervous and a little jumpy around them. She knows her job and will do it, but she will not engage in any superfluous conversation or make suggestions unless absolutely required.
Her twin sister Sarah is one of the desk clerks at the Black Rock Inn, and the two of them look similar enough that they've often been mistaken for one another.
Lindsey Peterson
Lindsey has been friends with Janice since they were children and thus when her friend got a job at Pearl's she did so as well, even though she isn't nearly as interested in cosmetology. To her a job is a job, and as long as it pays to keep her in new books she's fine with it. Her dream is to become a writer someday, and if Pearl isn't around she'll be found either reading a book, scribbling in a notebook, or staring off into space while chewing a pen.
She is a small, shy girl with dark, curly hair. She doesn't talk very much without being prompted, but she's secretly fascinated by all the bizarre stories the crazy people from Landel's come up with. If one of the patients seems particularly friendly she might ask some questions in the hope of getting material for "her novel."
Stephanie Masler at the Bookworm is one of her best friends, and will sometimes sneak her reading material to be returned to the bookstore's shelves when she's finished with it.
Trish Adams
Trish technically isn't an employee of the salon-- she's actually Pearl's granddaughter who likes to hang out and help out when she can because she's shaping up to be almost as big a gossip as her grandmother. She's also an incurable flirt, and despite still being in high school will hit on any attractive male she sees, whether they're from Landel's or Doyleton.
She has short, pixie-cut blonde hair which will occasionally have colored streaks in it, depending on her mood. A year or so ago she decided that her name is "too boring" and declared that everyone should call her "Triz" from now on. She also almost permanently has either a piece of candy, a sucker, or a piece of gum in her mouth, but has yet to master the art of talking without smacking on what she's eating.
Maps
Pearl's
