Fall semester. That sounded weird to say, let alone think, but Makita could deal with it.

15% off for new students.
Don't get hazed because you dress funny!

(yes, we'll mock you)

Pixie Dust was totally open, and Makita was at the counter for all your fashion needs.

Makita wasn't sad to be back, not really, but it was odd.

She did not miss whatever witchcraft had caused her to come so close to losing it in that vault, but the city itself...it felt like home in a way that Fandom never did. The island was too clean, too placid, too cheerful for her tastes, and Makita had enjoyed getting to flex her skills ( Read more... )

Makita highly doubted people would be in the mood for shopping, after this weekend. Bright Lady knew she didn't really want to be at work, and she hadn't even had any visitors.

It was a rather subdued Makita behind the counter, thinking about her dream, and wondering when she would find this Antares that was so important to her Papa that he had ( Read more... )

It was a new term, again, so Maki had thrown her sign in the window.
Welcome to Fandom.
20% off for new students if you can prove you're from another time / planet / reality.Makita, for her part, was dressed almost 'normally' for this place. Cargo pants, tank top, her ever-present hat, and a Squishy to poke at. For Science ( Read more... )

It was a lot quieter than last week, which was a relief. Makita was just going to nap on the counter, and try to forget the events of last Friday.

She'd been a pacifist. Ugh.

She'd get around to burning the ugly stuff eventually, but for now, the register made a great pillow.

It was an unusually busy day at Pixie Dust ( Read more... )

Fashion magazines to mock? Check. Something fruity to mix with the vodka? Check. Makita with her combat boots up on the counter, cheerfully mocking anyone or anything that came within rage? Triple check.

It was definately Monday, and Pixie Dust was open.

They'd moved to cabins, of all things, so Makita had decided it was officially summer. The window display dummies were getting dressed in swimwear and camping-appropriate clothing ( Read more... )

Classes this term didn't completely suck, even if being in a class on being a 'rookie' was an insult to her Papa's training, so Makita was in a fairly good mood this morning as she opened Pixie Dust. A few shots of vodka and a price-gun later, she was in a great mood, and decided to slap her sign back up in the window for another day.

Welcome ( Read more... )

It was the first day of the new term, and so Makita was behind the counter at Pixie Dust, boots up on the register as she flipped through one of the trashy magazines she'd found stashed by the booze. She didn't know who half these people were, but she didn't care. It was just more proof that these Transnats were insane ( Read more... )