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Who: Magnus, Ren, Seto, one or both Hustle Twins, + YOU
What: store post
When: April? It's a store, it's always
Where: The temple
Warnings: caveat emptor. caveat everybody.



It's time for another store post! Now with like MATH% more employees than ever before. It's Ren's turn to name the store, so the sign declares this venue "Spicy Treasures," with maybe some extra flourishes courtesy of Taako. Here are the warez. If it's simple/small it's probably in stock, but there's a list of more complicated/less in-demand stuff that can be special ordered.

In addition to the above stock list, with the advent of one Magnus Burnsides, you can request hand carved artisanal woodwares. Ducks, uhhh boxes, furniture maybe? Maybe you just want him to pick up some heavy things? Or hunt? Rent-a-Mags. Maybe if you ask nice you can hug Johann for free.

Any one (or more, if Taako can find a way to rope them into working so he can get some peace) of the above-listed losers might be on staff, so you gotta pick. As always it's all barter system all the time here at Spicy Treasures, good luck.

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Crime bats. Unhanded! This is like. This is probably how people who can actually appreciate 'the spoken word' or whatever nerd bullshit feel. This is like, a performance. Man, he really hopes Lup doesn't wind up setting this person on fire too much. This is art.

He appreciates Lup's zinger on a different artistic level, even if he is on the 'minimal firesetting' side, for now, but he resists the urge to high-five her, out of a sense of impending diplomacy. Time to play good cop. Good crime bat. Whatever. Holy fuck. He kind of shakes his head, like this social scene is just so much water in his ears.

"Listen, we don't want to set our customers on fire, but security measures are security measures, right? This is, it's a store, we're--" oh no, "We're store bats. We sell the stuff, you buy the stuff, no fire. Capisce? Why don't you put the stuff back and we can start over."

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How dare these bats insult her beautiful earrings. Myia gasps in horror and touches a dangling gold-painted earring with her hand, as if to shield its ears from this blasphemy.

She's about to pull out her knife, but then the other crime bat speaks and sounds way more reasonable. Okay, fine. It's a store. People usually get angry at her when she takes things from stores. She's trying to get better about that, trying to remember how business works rather than taking all the silverware home from restaurants every time she goes.

(I mean, they give it to you, it's yours at that point. But Sapre caught her once and it was kind of embarrassing.)

She keeps her hand on her knife, and slowly reaches into her bag with the other hand, taking out the smoked fish and slowly, carefully placing it back on the shelf.

That still leaves the coconut oil. But she wants that. So she pulls it out of the bag to show that she's willing to cooperate with this oppressive system for it.

"Want the coconut oil. Don't got money. What do the store bats want for it?"