Retail Therapy

[mysterium_npc]

Who: Everyone!
What: Shopping!
Where: Arkham’s merchant district
When: Morning - mid-afternoon, Saturday, 6 October.
Rating and Warnings: G! (For GO SPEND MONEY

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GLEASON’S DEPARTMENT STORE

[mysterium_npc]

Spread out over four floors at 310 W. Church Street, Gleason’s might be Arkham’s closest thing to one-stop shopping. (Though if one was willing to wait for mail order, Sears and Roebuck still couldn’t be beat.)

The ground floor of Gleason’s is the women’s clothing department, and contains a range of current fashions at reasonable prices. The second floor houses the men’s department, with a corner devoted to children’s wear. The top two floors contain furniture, appliances, tools, and home goods. There’s are also departments for footwear, and the obligatory cosmetics counters near the entrance.

The sales clerks will ofter to help customers find anything they’re looking for, offer suggestions on styles, and retrieve requested sizes of items off the rack, but they’re not so high pressure that they don’t give people a chance to browse around.

Don’t expect the most impressive selection or variety of styles, but the store’s offerings are functional, and the environment pleasant.

[Allen & Lenalee]

[excommunicated]

Upon being sent off on their merry separate ways by the professors, Allen found himself fairly easily outside the department store. Yes, outside it rather than inside it, as Allen seemed to be having an conflict of confidence. It wasn't just that he was a white-haired teenage boy with a scar down his face currently in what looked like (and indeed were) prisoners' clothes, that was something he was quite used to dealing with. It was more his own personal association with department. Even after his time at the Order and having access to some quite high class pleasures in life, there was still a part of Allen that thought of stores like the one he was stood in front of as the kind of place that little street clowns were not permitted

[highjumps]

She'd been feeling restless for the past few days, spending much of her time walking around in circles in the house. There was simply too much to consider, too many things to do. And Lenalee, despite her body's desire to move around, felt quite suffocated by it

[excommunicated]

The sudden familiar presence startled Allen a bit with a small jump shooting through him as he turned to glance at her.

"Lenalee?" He fidgeted a bit on the spot, an embarrassed kind of blush appearing briefly on his cheeks as he moved a hand to scratch the side of his head sheepishly. He didn't especially want any of the exorcists to see him in moments of pause like that, but Lenalee catching him like that felt like more of a sleight to his character. Allen had always respected Lenalee for her strength and part of that respect was always being ready to match and hold it up alongside her as best he could. Boys were supposed to be brave and direct and tackle things head-on, after all, so being caught in his moment of personal flail was not ideal.

"W-well, I was just about to, but it seemed like I was in the way and I didn't want to be--Woah!Well, whatever feeble kind defence he may have started to form was certainly cut short by Lenalee's sudden grip on his arm and yanking him inside. That was definitely one way to get over

WOOLWORTH’S FIVE-AND-DIME

[mysterium_npc]

If you need nick-knacks, small household goods, books, candy, thread, needles, can openers, or any other inexpensive miscellaneous items, this big shop on the corner of Garrison and Church is the place to go

GUN SHOP

[mysterium_npc]

Tucked between the furniture store and Ace Security is the gun store at 416 W Main Street. The sign overhead reads E. Parrington Guns and an additional propped up sign in the window proclaims the owner to be the best gunsmith in the city. Sales, Repairs and Customization of firearms, the sign continues. It takes up most of the display, leaving room for a single long-barreled musket beside it--clearly an antique

[demguns]

He took some time to inhale the smell of the gun shop the moment he walked in. It's so refreshing, so .... comforting that there are weapons available for him. The 1920s were a very good era for that, after all; Becker felt that he was going to be talking to the ghosts of the many times great-grandfather of his own guns. Or gun, in this case, since he only bought the Mossberg and Taylor's portal-customs were worse than British Airways. At least, back home, he had the secrecy thing working for him. Also, Lester's invisible hand.

He'll be looking at the shotguns, now, examining the polish, and probably trying on one of them for their weight and length. It's so antique! So vintage! So lovely. He'd be gleeful, but people might think that odd to go to a gun shop looking fairly gleeful -- so Becker was as composed as he could be while examining the guns. Otherwise he'd be happy, but that's not very Mature. And Captain Becker is quite the mature soldier, of course.

I meant to tag this FOREVER ago, then LJ died >:|

[bulletcarnage]

The gun shop was one of the few locations in Arkham that Heine was actively interested in. To be fair, guns--specifically his guns--were also one of the few things that he was actively interested in in general. He was most curious about whether or not he'd be able to get ammunition for his Mauser and Luger in this time and city. That would be nice, but he wasn't holding his breath.

He stepped in not too long after Becker had done, and as he did so he paused to give the guy a slight look. He did recognise him from the mansion, but outside of that much Heine hadn't really paid much attention to him.

A small noise of vague amusement moves through his nose as he walked forward a few paces again, boots heavy on the wood floor and the chain at his hip chink-chinking in time.

"Looking for something with a bit more kick to it after the other night?"

[demguns]

"You're reading my mind." If he was happy, he kept it in check. No grown man shouldn't look like the proverbial kid in a candy store inside a gun shop. No, Becker is going to handle this with dignity. "I suppose it was too much to ask for the portal to keep my old arsenal, but I'll take what they can offer."

He sets the rifle down and looks at the shells they have. "Of course, adjusting to ammunition in different eras is also the more annoying part." He shows him the winchester loads, and the remington loads in his palm side by side. His voice lowers to a near-whisper, remembering what Taylor told him about gun shops and their touchy owners. "Back home, these would be considered antiques."

RAIL YARD & VICINITY (NORTH OF THE RIVER)

[mysterium_npc]

Garrison Street--where the trolley had dropped the group off--extended from the southern edge of Arkham all the way to its northern border. It was one of three crossings over the Miskatonic River, and, although the Church and Hospital Line of the trolley made the crossing there too, the one most heavily used by foot traffic

(open)

[sandnsky]

Daisya had never been much for shopping, and that hadn't changed- but he was always up for exploring. He had abandoned his coat in favor of a less attention-drawing outfit; namely the shirt and pants he wore beneath it, plus his boots. The bandages he kept on, those never came off anyway unless it was absolutely necessary. He stopped on the top of the viaduct and peered down at what seemed to be the industrial district before his sharp eyes caught the figures in the shadows.

For a long moment he watched them, then decided to go take a closer look... after all, what could it hurt? Daisya was no slouch and could defend himself just fine, and this was the kind of thing he saw all the time back home. So long as a whore didn't tap him on the shoulder he'd be just fine.

Re: (open)

[bindlestifflost]

After his dust up with the rude Chink from the house, George was in a foul mood and it showed. It wasn't exactly the foot he wanted to start off on with new people, so at first he just walked around with his hands in his pockets to hide the clench of his fists. After he felt like he had managed to work off a little steam, he paid closer attention to the faces around him. He shouldn't have been particularly surprised to see Daisya. "Hey," he said low, moving to catch up.

[sandnsky]

"Hey yourself," Daisya replied cheerfully, turning back. "I was just 'bout t'head over there an' see what I could see." He was feeling much lighter after his conversation with Taylor, honestly- much less burdened, much more able to focus on the task at hand. The rest would come when or if it did. He paused and tilted his head. "You okay, man? Y'look pissed."

BELL'S CAFE

[mysterium_mods]

At 132 E. Main Street is Bell's Cafe. It's a friendly looking little business which is clearly well-tended to by the way the counters, windows and surfaces all look freshly cleaned and straightened up, much like the staff.

The cafe itself has a set of inviting looking booths along the back wall and front window--one of which the professors had occupied and for part of the morning out at least they could easily be seen talking casually over their warm drinks together. On the other side of the cafe, a line of bar-style stools are lined up in front of the counter.

The smell of coffee, lunch and some kind of sweet baking out the back and out of sight while a cheerful and inviting young woman seems to be stationed behind the counter with a radio playing softly in the background.

[Daisya and Taylor]

[sandnsky]

The smell of coffee is what draws him initially. After coming back from his little exploring expedition he'd gone to the department store to buy some things- namely a sewing kit, plus a coat as Elias had recommended and various other practical clothes. He'd never been much for fancy clothes and so he still had a fair amount of money left over. One thing he'd also purchased was a satchel of sorts, to keep whatever in that he might need.

He walked in slowly and looked around, then went to order himself a cup of coffee and a sandwich before sitting down at an empty table and putting his head in his hands. There was still a lot to think about, still a lot he didn't understand and wasn't likely to. It was just... a lot to take in, he supposed, so honestly he couldn't or shouldn't blame himself for it.

Unfortunately it wasn't working that way, and on top of all of that it was going to get cold. Daisya hated the cold... and thus in his satchel are a scarf and three pair of gloves- one fingerless, one made of soft, warm cloth, and the other

[disinters]

About an hour after the group of Outlanders had been sent off to do their exploring and shopping, Elias and Taylor had also parted company--the former going to see how everyone was getting on, and the latter deciding to stay put and nurse another cup of coffee for a while longer.

Taylor had given Elias a light smile and a nod of his head as his friend left the cafe, but kept a lingering stare out the window from the booth he was sitting in for some moments after his departure. After that, with his cup newly refilled, the archaeologist glanced back into the cafe. It was around that time that he saw someone he recognised settling down at an empty table with coffee and lunch.

"Daisya," he called over with a small waved greeting "Want some company over lunch?" He nodded to the empty seat across from him in the booth.

[sandnsky]

"Oh? Sure," Daisya replied with a nod, and when Taylor was seated across from him he nodded again. "Thanks for givin' us some money... I was able t'get enough t'last me for awhile." He'd always been frugal, mostly because of his upbringing- when you have nothing, it's important to conserve for when you have something. Everything he'd purchased had been practical, workable things for every-day use. The only thing he hadn't replaced was his boots, really, and those would be very costly since they went up to his thighs. He liked that, though, as they afforded extra protection for his legs.

"So what're you up to, then?" he asked curiously. "I figured you'd be out on th' town too."