47 Minotaur Lane, Early Saturday Afternoon
Tinker Bell had had a lovely night's sleep - after she had turned those hand towels into a fairy-sized canopy bed, naturally - and was thinking that she was really starting to grow fond of this island. She was definitely staying, Tink decided.
Of course, if she was staying here, some things simply needed to change.
So she soared up and down the streets until she found a deserted building that looked perfect for what she needed. 47 Minotaur Lane? Well. There were prettier names, but this would do.
And so Tink waved her wand a few times outside to change the exterior to something a little more - Tinkish. The sign in the window now read:
Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories
Satisfied, Tink sauntered inside to set things up to her liking.
(OOC: Pixie Dust isn't open for shopping just yet, but the door and post are both wide open for anybody who's curious. Warning: Tink may be a total bitch to you. It's sort of her thing.)
Of course, if she was staying here, some things simply needed to change.
So she soared up and down the streets until she found a deserted building that looked perfect for what she needed. 47 Minotaur Lane? Well. There were prettier names, but this would do.
And so Tink waved her wand a few times outside to change the exterior to something a little more - Tinkish. The sign in the window now read:
Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories
Satisfied, Tink sauntered inside to set things up to her liking.
(OOC: Pixie Dust isn't open for shopping just yet, but the door and post are both wide open for anybody who's curious. Warning: Tink may be a total bitch to you. It's sort of her thing.)