Though she did not know it, it was her last shift. Viki hummed as she wandered the aisles, considering the fact that there was a party of some sort tonight, and she could go, while rearranging things that she thought were off, and wondering just if she wanted another sketchbook ( Read more... )

It was the day before graduation. The day before pomp and circumstance, diplomas, smiling seniors and proud guests. What better way to spend that day then partying the night away? That's right, tonight was the night of the senior lock in! Many NPC workers had been busy in town, cleaning up and setting up an abandoned warehouse for the event ( Read more... )

It was routine to offer specials. Viki was in great defiance of the specials board today, deliberately leaving it blank and doodling little stars and trees on it instead ( Read more... )

All around there were people talking about leaving, and it being the end of the year (though she wasn’t sure, exactly, why the end of the year had been moved-had it not been good and well set earlier in the year ( Read more... )

It was getting rather warm out, Viki decided, as she snagged a cushion from one of the couches and took it back behind the counter with her. Not too warm, of course, but nicer. Better by far than the winter.

Though it was an expected change, and half-way idly she wished for one that was at least a little less expected.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel ( Read more... )

Viki yawned, covering her mouth with one hand, before letting out a sigh. It would be easier, she thought, if it hadn’t been raining for the last few days, off and on, to be more awake. And now that it was sunny she had to work.

Somehow, Viki found this unfair.

Doodling in her sketchbook, she hummed to herself.

Strokes of Genius is Open.

Viki yawned, rubbing her eyes, and resting her head against the front desk for a moment, before making herself sit up straight. At work, she could at least pretend to be industrial, that that meant no sleeping on the job ( Read more... )

There was a dance tonight, and Viki had still not decided if she was going, though she’d picked up a ticket just in case she was, and most of her work today was spent flipping through her sketchbook and idly doodling dresses ( Read more... )

The zombies were still around, and Viki considered simply vanishing-it was not, after all, she figured that anyone would miss her-and not coming back to the island. Leave it to the shambles it was becoming. Shambles born from rank stench, mournful eyes, death and tears ( Read more... )

Viki was sitting neatly cross-legged in front of the shop she was, technically, in charge of for the day, and had her wand resting across her lap. She didn’t really need it, after all, as any zombie that got anywhere near her was promptly teleported into the ocean ( Read more... )