The new shipment of sparkly paint had arrived. Jane was thrilled, really. Moving the boxes around, she could only hope that one of them didn't explode on her and covered the store in glitter once more.

Wishful thinking, but at least she hadn't jinxed it just yet. Of course, the day was long, and the odds were rarely on her side.

Strokes of Genius is

In her time on Fandom, Jane had learned to accept that sometimes odd things were going to happen in the island. It was getting to the point she would worry if nothing exploded or the island wasn't invaded by something bizarre and mildly dangerous. She felt like she had grown to accustomed to Fandom already.

But when she opened the door that morning ( Read more... )

As much as Robin had enjoyed her two days as a guy -- which wasn't...much, but she hadn't really hated it -- having her girls back, and her legs, and tops that fit? Well, she wasn't complaining.

So tonight she whistled and hummed as she wandered into the bar, and even just ignored Tino, rather than full-on bitchface as usual. Ah, good times.

So a lot of people were enjoying themselves somewhere far away right? Well, Jane opened the store anyway, as she was decided to leave and pay a visit to John the next day; she would have her own vacations somewhere else with her husband, and they would be great.

But for now she would need to settle for a day in the store. Maybe she could actually ( Read more... )

Jane was still sending texts.

Actually, she was drinking her mocha and sending texts, grinning a little too much and making good use of all those free texts and money she had put on the thing. She hadn't noticed how little she had used the cell until now. After the initial shock of knowing that John would be coming...well, there had come a number of ( Read more... )

Coffee in hand, Jane opened the store and sat behind the counter. Minutes after, her cellphone came to life in her pocket, a fresh text message just received. Bringing the device out, Jane took a quick look, a smirk on her lips, and got to write an response. Moments later, a new text arrived, and this time she was almost smiling fully. It was going ( Read more... )

Jane arrived at the store, opened it, and needed five minutes to realize she wasn't going to be able to hold her place behind the counter for the whole day; she felt way too tired and her head was killing her. And it was not an extended hangover, really.

Really.

So she was going to curl in her office and die.

[No OCD, incredibly slow.]

Jane had managed to get a new employee, and now she wanted more. Because the store could still use some extra hands, really. Since she didn't feel like doing inventory for the hundredth time, Jane was back at the sketches of the mansion, wondering if she should paint the walls light blue or dark blue. Or maybe something more on the other side of ( Read more... )

Today Jane was back at carefully cleaning her handguns; she was going to need to take these ladies out some day, surely. With all inventoried and squeaky clean, visiting the shooting range -because there was one of those, right?- was a must to relieve her from the boredom. Or, you know, more colorful customers. Those were always interesting.

Strokes ( Read more... )

Shunsui had figured that the vision of Jane-chan when he stopped by her place to pick her up for dinner would be the most beautiful thing of the evening, but in that he was wrong. It was true, of course, that she was easily an epitome of beauty, but Shunsui had seen many beauties in his long life- (and afterlife-)time ( Read more... )