Magic Box, Thursday, 1/7
For some reason, the modeling class made Tara very, very tired.
She finished unpacking a new shipment of herbs, and she reorganized the new age magazines, but once that was done she plopped down behind the counter with her eyes closed and rested her head on her folded arms. If you wanted her, you'd need to ring the bell.
The Magic Box was open.
[OOC: OCD is spazzing about its quarterly review today. Oh, wait, that's the mun.]
She finished unpacking a new shipment of herbs, and she reorganized the new age magazines, but once that was done she plopped down behind the counter with her eyes closed and rested her head on her folded arms. If you wanted her, you'd need to ring the bell.
The Magic Box was open.
[OOC: OCD is spazzing about its quarterly review today. Oh, wait, that's the mun.]