What sort of demented people sent shipments this late? Humans were insane. Just because she'd specified it was a rush order was no excuse for them to call and wake her up when decent people were sleeping and make her come down here to sign forms and put things away.

(All right, she hadn't been sleeping. She had been drinking Squall's tequila. But ( Read more... )

There appeared to be a bustle to the island today, and lots of new faces walking down the street. New people. How lovely! And she hadn't even tired of mocking the old ones yet.

In the window was the lovely sign:

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Tinker Bell was nursing a hangover. Tink was usually nursing a hangover.

Someone who wasn't Tink would see view this as a sign to drink less. Tink wondered why her wand didn't zap away hangovers.

Pixie Dust was open. And its owner was bitchier than usual.

(OOC: Store info here.)

She had meant to have her Grand Opening on Monday, but rather too much absinthe on Sunday night had thoroughly crimped that plan. So instead, Tink sauntered in late Wednesday morning and put the last-minute finishing touches on her store.

The sign still hung in the window where she had placed it on Saturday:

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GOB was practicing an illusion behind the bar tonight. It was called The Sword of Destiny.

That's why he was wearing a mask and brandishing a sword tonight. And that's why he was chasing Tino. "If I mess up, I'll just get thrown out of here for a couple minutes! It's can't hurt you! COME ON!"

[OOC: Tino will throw a punch at the first person who ( Read more... )

Tinker Bell had had a lovely night's sleep - after she had turned those hand towels into a fairy-sized canopy bed, naturally - and was thinking that she was really starting to grow fond of this island. She was definitely staying, Tink decided ( Read more... )

GOB was not behind the bar. After receiving a voicemail the other night, he decided it would be best to hide in the backroom for his shift tonight. Even though he couldn't be hurt or anything in here, he just felt it would be safer for some reason.

He grabbed a bottle of scotch before he hid, though, both for something to drink and for a weapon.

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Well. Thus far, this island didn't seem like much, at least not to the small pixie who was taking inventory of it as she zipped along ( Read more... )