08-02-2020, 03:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2020, 03:01 AM by Phoebe Ashby.)
It was a day like any other, one filled with routine, and practiced with precision. The doors opened at Ashby's at 9am sharp, though Phoebe was always there at least half an hour early to make sure everything was in pristine condition. Appearance mattered, after all. Once satisfied she'd look over inventory, making notes of what was in stock, running low, and things that needed immediate attention. The latter was rarely an issue--Phoebe liked order, and was good at keeping things in stock. Wasn't hard, really, when most of the things that sold were easily replenished with a little click of a mouse. Authenticity was important, but most of the things in her shop were catered towards those who wished to be--but were not, a part of the supernatural community.
Prosperity Oil, love trinkets, candles that were supposed to help commune with passed loved ones. It was mostly fake, but those that believed could convince themselves of anything. Who was she to deny them their chance to try? It had been a slow morning, which wasn't inherently unusual, and it provided Phoebe with some time to take care of the more...rare items she had in stock. She was in the midst of reorganizing them, this time by their purpose instead of alphabetizing when she heard that chime of the bell above her door. "One second, I'll be right with you." She called out, carefully setting down a suspiciously dark looking bottle before she made her way towards the front of the shop.
"Sorry about that, what can I--" She started until she was struck with familiarity, which had taken her quite by surprise. "Caddoc?" It wasn't an unwelcome sight, but she hadn't seen him in years; and she wasn't expecting to run into him on the west coast. "Wow, talk about a blast from the past, what are you doing here?" She asked, that surprise wearing off quickly as she smiled at him. How many years had it been since they'd seen each other? Let alone had a conversation? While she wasn't exactly ostracized from her family, it had certainly been a few years since she had attended any sort of affair.
SUCK MY PEEPEE
Prosperity Oil, love trinkets, candles that were supposed to help commune with passed loved ones. It was mostly fake, but those that believed could convince themselves of anything. Who was she to deny them their chance to try? It had been a slow morning, which wasn't inherently unusual, and it provided Phoebe with some time to take care of the more...rare items she had in stock. She was in the midst of reorganizing them, this time by their purpose instead of alphabetizing when she heard that chime of the bell above her door. "One second, I'll be right with you." She called out, carefully setting down a suspiciously dark looking bottle before she made her way towards the front of the shop.
"Sorry about that, what can I--" She started until she was struck with familiarity, which had taken her quite by surprise. "Caddoc?" It wasn't an unwelcome sight, but she hadn't seen him in years; and she wasn't expecting to run into him on the west coast. "Wow, talk about a blast from the past, what are you doing here?" She asked, that surprise wearing off quickly as she smiled at him. How many years had it been since they'd seen each other? Let alone had a conversation? While she wasn't exactly ostracized from her family, it had certainly been a few years since she had attended any sort of affair.
SUCK MY PEEPEE