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Who: Thad Atterberry and YOU
What: Just an open log for shenanigans
When: Various point in time.
Where: All over the place. Thad gets lost easy so he could wander literally into any place!

[It was still summer, and while its end was less of a bummer on Thad than it would be on kids who had to go to an actual school, he still wanted to get out and do a few things while he had all the free time in the world. This usually meant wandering around town half-lost, and entering shops that piqued his interest when he passed the windows.]

[With discovering the network and things being as fucking weird as they'd gotten, Thad needed some air anyway.]

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[Somewhere a dozen blocks off the edge of Dead District, lies a shop called "Something Old". The window displays show a variety of old typewriters, knick-knacks, board games, and etc. Despite the misleading name, it appears to be an antiques store. Inside, Miria mans the counter while Isaac strolls through, keeping everything in tip-top shape.]

[Antique stores are awesome, and Thad almost always ends up drawn to him. He likes being able to pick out the things he's seen while the show is airing, or even just catching some of the things he's seen in the studies of people his Dad knows.]

[He peers in, somewhat nervously before he slides in all the way. He's never seen this one before.]

[Welcome to one of the more... unique antiques stores in town. Mainly, the items on display seem to be more interesting than practical. Tables and shelves are lined with strangely painted teacups, books on a variety of subjects, and large, colorful hats. Furniture includes chairs with varying numbers of legs and doors shaped as circles or triangles with equally odd doorknobs. Three dozen different cuckoo clocks can be found everywhere on the walls, near unusual masks, gizmos, and paintings. And in the center of the room stands at least three Rube Goldberg-esque devices of unknown origin, selling for a steep price. Pottery, table ware, and lamps can be found in more secluded spots, but they're either just as puzzling as their surroundings or they have some kind of peculiar history that isn't mentioned on the small tag labeling the item.

The Dians glance up at the new visitor and flash him a bright smile. Then Miria returns to writing something on a pad while Isaac examines one of the clocks. They're leaving Thad alone for the moment.]

[Thad offers a friendly nod in return and goes back to looking around. This place sure had a lot of really interesting stuff. He knows better than to touch, though. He's not one of Those kinds of kids.]

[He's drawn to the walls with unusual masks more than anything.]

[What's that you say, a potential customer? That's enough of a reason for Isaac to suddenly pop up behind Thad here with a maniac grin.]

Why, hello~! I see you're interested in the masks we have on display!

[Oh, god don't sneak up on him like that. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest and he jolts.]

AH! I- y-yes. They're remarkable.

You have a good eye! All of these masks have a unique design or history.

[He suddenly leans really close. You didn't need that personal space, right? His next words seem very... passionate.]

They're all also really, really cool. And neat.

[And he pulls back.]

Like, this mask! [He gestures to a blue, white, and red (with black streaks) warrior mask.] It supposedly holds an evil spirit that hopes to do damage to anyone who wears it. It also looks almost exactly like the mask used in those bank robberies a year back. The guy who sold it to us didn't seem to want to talk about that detail... Anyway!

[He turns his attention to a bright red Masquerade mask.] This belonged to the lady who used to live here! She was this real fashionista type, used to be a designer before she was ostracized from the community. She worked in this building with her cats until her mysterious death~ ...And over here....!

[He... just keeps talking and talking. With barely enough time to take a breath.]

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[How Jake had ended up in the suburbs of Locke City, no one knows. But while he was there, he would pass a young girl, looking maybe twelve, putting some laundry on the line. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. The only thing that was bothering her was the wind, and it suddenly picked up. She lost control of the sheet she was putting on the line to dry, and it was flying towards Jake.]

[Thad wasn't really paying attention, so that sheet clobbers him about as much as a sheet can. He falls over in surprise, trying to get the thing off of him.]

Augh!

[Rhyme can't help but rush over to him, so he might feel some mysterious hands trying to help him out. Oh god he'd hate her, she was at fault here...]

[Luckily it's only a sheet and once Thad stopped flailing like an idiot, it comes off pretty easily.]

Good grief that scared the dickens out of me. Do sheets normally do that here?

No....are you not from around here? I've never heard the use of the word "dickens" before.

[She's folding up the sheet quietly as she speaks.]

Well ...technically I sort of am, but I spend a lot of time abroad.

[His ears burn a little about the way he talks.]

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Oh....England or something?

[She's actually quite interested, but then blushes.]

You don't have to answer...I should let you go on your way.

[So above her favourite camera/video supplies shop is this cute little antique electronics shop. It has some other stuff, but mostly it's got old film cameras and tripods and film reels and some crank cameras - neat shit like that. After buying whatever she needs in the downstairs, Avery almost always goes up to browse through the antiques, enjoying the quiet and the smell of old shit.

She's bending over to inspect an old light meter when something big shifts behind her and slips, landing square in the middle of her back.]Fuck!

Fuck!

[The simultaneous fucks ring out in an otherwise quiet shop. Thad had been trying to get a better look at something way higher up and lost his footing on a stool. He hits the ground and tries to figure out what broke his fall only to find... oh. Shit.]

Jesus Christ, I am so terribly sorry. Are you hurt? [HE MAULED SOME CUTE GIRL AUGH.]

[cute girl alkgnslkdjgnsd]

Yeah, I just got a fucking elephant dropped on me -- no, I'm totally fucking fine, thanks. [Cute, sweet; angelic, basically. She's just. So delicate. So polite.

Avery scrambles to straighten, all long limbs and ripped skinny jeans, and brushes some of the dust from the floor off her knees and her yellow smiley face shirt.]

[His ears burn and he cringes. Augh. Look what he's done.]

I'm really, really sorry. I lost my footing on the stool. Can I make it up to you?

[Oh man.]

Yeah, make it up to me. Make one of us develop magic time powers and undo the fact that you just dropped yourself on me. Fuck, I'm gonna have a bruise. [She sighs. Just what she needs, with the scrapes from the Karson Collision just having healed, only a little bit of scab left on her arm, and now she cut her wrist a little scraping it on the edge of a table.

Fantastic.]

I would love nothing more, I assure you! However, I don't think that's something I can do. What if I treated you to something?

[Maybe that would make up for it. It's not like he uses that credit very often. His dad would probably agree that this could constitute as an emergency. ]

[Like the angry fist of God, Avery's voice is a cold deadpan.] I'm gay.

[Sort of. Probably. She's never had a sincere interest in men, in any case. Which is irrelevant to the point where she's being an entire asshole making it sound like he was hitting on her when he was probably just trying to apologize, but this is also the point of the story where we find out that Avery is actually an asshole and this is nothing outside of her usual behaviour. Go figure.]

[it was literally impossible to walk by the MAGNIFICENT BAKERY without going in. Not only did it have a HUGE OBNOXIOUS SIGN, but also a dessert case right in the window filled with some of the best looking treats imaginable. And if that's not enough, the smell of freshly baked bread hangs in the air.

It's a slow day, and Shiro is working the front, kneading some dough for pretzels. He hears the door jingle] Haaaai, welcome to the Magnificent Bakery. [it's hard to talk without really showing his teeth...]

[Wow, okay, there was no way he wasn't going in. Thad slides in the door and stares around in awe. Everything looks delicious, wow.]

[He nods up at Shiro and offers a smile before walking over to a case of sweet things. He might have to get something yep.]

[everything TASTES just as delicious as it looks, rest assured. It's a little pricier than the national chains, but Shiro thinks it's well worth it. After all, there was ~*love*~ in every bite. Sappy as it was, it was true.

Shiro twists the pretzel then sets it aside to rise a bit. He leans on the counter next to Thad]

Anything I can get you? We have allergen and gluten free options over here if that's more your thing. [he tries really hard, but his fangs probably poke out anyway]

[ Wandering into shops, you say? How about an antique shop, Thad? Aria's at the counter, idly flipping through the latest issue of National Geographic as she watches the shop.

The shop does not need that much watching, at the moment. It's sort of empty...

But she glances up when the bell above the door rings, smiling brightly on automatic. ]

Hi! How can I help you?

[Antique shops are a huge weakness for Thad, he almost always has to go in and poke around. He grins up at Aria.]

Hello! Just looking for now.

[Hey, having a celebrity walk in is bound to make the day more interesting.]

[ Give her a few seconds of blinking, Thad. She's...pretty sure she knows him, but not from the magazines... ]

Oh, for anything in particular? [ That comes on a delay. Whoops. ]

[Danny is just leaving his house, closing the front door behind him. It isn't a shop, obviously, but with the new signage up on it and the half-built roller coaster on the roof, it almost looks like it could be some manner of store.

As he turns around to step out onto the street, though, he bumps into a certain goofy-named somebody.]

Oh--s-sorry, I didn't see you there!

[Thad was mostly staring at the half-built roller coaster, honestly. He didn't remember seeing this ever before. What is this? Hu-OH someone just bumped into him]

Oh! My bad, I wasn't paying much attention.

[He follows Thad's eyes up to where he was glancing just a moment ago. Sure enough, he was staring at the coaster.]

Oh. Heh, yeah. I'm starting to think that thing [he points with his thumb roughly in the direction of the ride] is like a traffic hazard, or a fire hazard or something.

[Well there's a very disgruntled looking man coming out of the bank, juggling an entire armful of paperwork and cursing not-so-quietly to himself. If you listen carefully, you might be able to catch extremely impolite phrases about the incompetency of bank tellers, and the tendency of mankind to blame everyone but themselves when something doesn't go quite right. Mixed with some blatant f-bombs here and there.

It looks like someone got in some serious trouble with his bank.

He doesn't notice Thad until he almost runs right into him, finally looking up from the paperwork in his arms while startling backwards.]

Oh, watch it!! [Remembering himself after a moment, his expression and tone softens, an expression of guilt passing over his face.] Oh... no, sorry, I didn't see you, that was my fault.

[Thad was a day dreamer, and he spaced out easily, so he really didn't see that near-collision until it was too late. However when the guy shouted at him, he jumped nearly three feet back.]

I'm sorry! I wasn't looking!

No, no I wasn't looking, really it was my fault!

[Francis pauses for a moment, wondering why on earth he was trying to be so cordial to someone he didn't even know and had barely done any harm to. He shakes his head to try and shake himself of the feeling, but it clings to him like static electricity.]

Are you alright? I really just haven't been paying attention, with all this blasted paperwork in my way.

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