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... )

The shop had amped the craziness up just in time for Alana's shift again. Last week, it had been pumpkin spice: This week, some paper bats that had been hung as Halloween decorations were fluttering about the store, landing on the tops of bookshelves and occasionally dipping down to zoom in front of Alana ( Read more... )

The entire shop reeked of pumpkin spice today. After a while, Alana tracked the smell to some errant scratch-and-sniff cookbooks that she sequestered in a FREE box outside the store, but that did it: She was officially Over Fall.

She opened the windows and tried to pretend the chill didn't bother her.

[OOC: Open shop, open post. And la, this was ( Read more... )

Jones had found herself immersed in a rather horrible fiction involving Thomas Edison, Nikolai Tesla, a rather pale girl and some sort of ape-vampire hybrid named Samson. Along with the conflicting love interest who was a platypus-werewolf hybrid named Daniel ( Read more... )

Somebody had decided the world needed a thousand-page regency romance that somehow also involved sexy vampires ( Read more... )

The shop was quiet today, though Jones would occasionally come across a randomly placed banana on various bookshelves. She briefly wondered if Parley and Andrew were on the island and playing tricks on her again, but since there were no party hats involved she doubted that was the case ( Read more... )

Last week, Alana's work shift had led to a very nice evening with Dante. This week ... who knew where it would lead? Even if she didn't get an exact repeat (which frankly seemed unlikely), the memory was enough to get her to go to work and attack the usual store-cleaning and book-shelving tasks with a spirit of optimism.

[OOC: Open shop, open post ( Read more... )

Jones was behind the counter today, casually engrossed in a non-fictional book about historical hoaxes. Occasionally she would bookmark a page on so-called "hoaxes" that were true events but distorted due to the effects of time and lack of documentation.

The teapot was full and warm for any visitors or customers who might wander in.

So apparently she had a new boss or something? Alana's main worry was that the new person would cut into her trashy novel reading time, but she figured a good show the first few days would help preclude that. So she spent her shift dusting the high shelves, the ones she usually skipped, and trying to look alert and helpful ( Read more... )

With funds transferred and paperwork signed, Jones stepped into the Book Haven and surveyed her surroundings. Not having the inclination to teach for a bit, the local book shop seemed an ideal location to work as she continued to observe the island and its strangeness ( Read more... )