'Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday
The store was in perfect shape. Everything in it's place. Every corner of every box lined up with every other box. Everything was clean; as if dust would dare to settle in this store - ha! Even Hercules' litter box was clean (after a magical cleansing that took ten seconds, and even then the goddess held her nose).
This meant 'Dite was . . . bored. Never a good thing.
Instead of rearranging the store (again) or plotting something (again) or even calling Max (again) she had decided she needed something to do with her extra time. A hobby, Zeus save the island.
To this end there was a box with a picture of a ship leaning against the register, and a bunch of small wooden sticks were spread all over the counter, along with glue and stickers and string. Most of it was glued together, including 'Dite's right pinky and ring finger.
"Stupid, stupid directions -- of COURSE they were written by a mor-- Herc, NO!"
And now everything was glued to Hercules as well.
By the time anyone came into the store, the whole mess had been chucked into the trash and Aphrodite was reading a book -- on hobbies.
(OOC: Post and store open!)
This meant 'Dite was . . . bored. Never a good thing.
Instead of rearranging the store (again) or plotting something (again) or even calling Max (again) she had decided she needed something to do with her extra time. A hobby, Zeus save the island.
To this end there was a box with a picture of a ship leaning against the register, and a bunch of small wooden sticks were spread all over the counter, along with glue and stickers and string. Most of it was glued together, including 'Dite's right pinky and ring finger.
"Stupid, stupid directions -- of COURSE they were written by a mor-- Herc, NO!"
And now everything was glued to Hercules as well.
By the time anyone came into the store, the whole mess had been chucked into the trash and Aphrodite was reading a book -- on hobbies.
(OOC: Post and store open!)