Magic Box, Sunday, 03/22
Anders got to the shop a little later than he did on most Sundays, and more haphazardly groomed. It was hard to think about things like jobs and toothbrushes and combing your hair when everything you ever dreamed of was held so neatly in the palm of your hand. It took a lot of mental struggle to make himself leave his dorm room and go to work; finally he had convinced himself to slide on his shoes and head out the door on the theory that there might be something useful about phylacteries in the shop.
Which .... he was going to look for anytime now. After he made certain the shop seemed secure from Cassandra or anyone else who might want to steal the phylactery. He left the door locked against unwanted invaders and hung up a small, neat sign: Please ring bell for entry.
He'd let in customers, probably, but anyone who didn't look like they belonged stood a good chance of getting a fireball to the chest. Anders didn't feel like he could be too careful.
[OOC: Open if you ring the bell.]
Which .... he was going to look for anytime now. After he made certain the shop seemed secure from Cassandra or anyone else who might want to steal the phylactery. He left the door locked against unwanted invaders and hung up a small, neat sign: Please ring bell for entry.
He'd let in customers, probably, but anyone who didn't look like they belonged stood a good chance of getting a fireball to the chest. Anders didn't feel like he could be too careful.
[OOC: Open if you ring the bell.]