Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

It was supposed to be spring, right? Why was it so coldAda had even wrapped her little dehumidifer in a tiny scarf -- because she needed a little silly bit of humor this week -- and was doing her best blanket-burrito impression behind the counter. How many soft, silky shawls or scarves or wraps could she drape herself in? Who knew! But she was

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[futurespacemom]

After a few days trying to clean up some parts she'd found and alternating between freezing her fingers off and dropping things, Hera gave up. She needed work gloves that fit.

So, here she was. Hopefully they had something?

"Hello?"

[boneyard_girl]

And lo, the blanket-burrito moved! Kinda.

"H'llo," Ada said, a hand magically appearing from under her cocoon to wriggle her fingers at Miss Hera. "Somethin' I can help you find t'day?"

[futurespacemom]

Hera laughed. "You look even colder than me. If you can point me toward some sort of work gloves, I won't make you unwrap."

[boneyard_girl]

"'M from a desert, mostly," Ada complained. "Ain't much a fan of cold or damp or cold and damp."

But she was a surprisingly mobile little turtle, and hopped right off her stool, bringing her fort with her. "D'ya want standard work-gloves, or fingerless ones?"