Savannah was happy to be wandering the store that she now owned. Coming back to Fandom had been a good idea and she should make sure to call Wyatt and Isabel tonight to let them know how she was doing ( Read more... )

"Nana, don't eat that ( Read more... )

Today, Cally was behind the counter with her datapad fired up, alternately teaching herself incredibly elementary Dutch and listening to bird calls.

After all, not every talking duck she met was going to be tri-lingual.

[Open and quacky.]

There was one thing Cally could say for the island's new surroundings: her datapad had access to a much wider network of computers and other technological devices.

Granted, most of the communications traffic was in languages she didn't know, and even the stuff in English was couched in slang she didn't understand. What, for instance, was a Rat- ( Read more... )

Cally had liked the sandy place better. Could they go back to the sandy place? Warm, sandy Saint Bernards were much easier to clean than cold, wet Saint Bernards ( Read more... )

In keeping with the new location and the change in the weather, Cally had

a) not brought the mountain of fur with her

b) worn a sleeveless blouse

c) put the sand-art on sale today.

Because exactly what anyone needed this week, especially any natives who wandered over to Fandom, was More Sand.

At least it had pretty colours?

[OOC: open and... ( Read more... )

It wasn't the three gremlins in sombreros that did it.

It wasn't even when they placed one on Nana's head and tried to get the dog to sing along while they strummed the world's tiniest guitars.

It was the bit where she was actually in tune.

Probably. Cally didn't actually know the tune to La Bamba, but it sounded like a tune, so ( Read more... )

Class: over. Graduation: for other people. Cally: still trying to keep in the spirit of the thing, so the sign in the front window of Strokes of Genius read ( Read more... )

Her last exam -- her last class -- over for the term, it was a thoughtful Cally who perched on the stool behind the counter today, sketching something that looked like it might turn into a self-portrait. It wasn't, but it could serve as one in an emergency, and was fairly clear-eyed in its treatment of her less flattering features. It's hard to ( Read more... )

There was tea, there was no upside-down rain (though it had left evidence of its presence in the form of the occasional sneeze), and there were grilled shrimp skewers from Taste of Thai on the counter while Cally re-checked the inventory order ( Read more... )