Alana wanted to get to Dante's beach party, but she couldn't stop herself from lingering in the shop a little later than she normally did. It was, after all, her last shift after almost three years in the shop ( Read more... )

Alana was at work today. That wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was that she was there as a freaking pony. Which was sort of nice in some ways -- the functional wings made reshelving high things easier -- and completely annoying in, oh, every single other way ( Read more... )

Alana heard music as she unlocked the shop door.

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
Was a rock lobster "Cute," she said, though the song got less cute around the tenth time she heard it, even after she turned off and unplugged the song system. And then she ( Read more... )

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center ( Read more... )

Midway through the morning, Alana realized she hadn't seen any evidence of other people opening the shop in quite some time. Which made her realize that, oh yeah, hiring some people would probably not be the worst thing for her to do before she left at the end of the summer.

She made a Now Hiring sign for the window and settled at the register ( Read more... )

Thanks to the wind from across the causeway, all the books in the store seemed to be covered with a fine dust of candy particles. Alana didn't think that was going to be much of a problem until she held a a paperback copy of War and Peace for too long and had to practically scrape it off her hands ( Read more... )

Alana spent her shift today ignoring the kissyface noises coming from the romance books (seriously, ew) in favor of doing some online shopping for a Valentine's dance dress. It was one of her last high school dances, and the first time she'd been a free agent for this particular holiday; she figured it'd be fun to dress to knock 'em dead.

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Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old ( Read more... )

Being ponyfied had been enough of a distraction that Alana hadn't given her Santa hat too much thought before she got to work, but now that class was over she was getting really annoyed by it. An ugly hat she didn't choose for a holiday she didn't celebrate was bad enough just on principle -- but the fake fur on this thing itchedShe pushed it as ( Read more... )

Alana didn't get sick very often. She knew abstractly that she probably should have -- new planet, different germs, yada yada. But either luck was with her or Landfall's germs were close enough to protect her, because she couldn't remember the last time she was sick.

Until today.

It wasn't even that she was really sick. Not see-a-doctor sick. Not ( Read more... )