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 Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:09 pm
"Isa, you can watch the store for a while, right? I just need to dash into our neighbors and see if they have any change." Mari frowned. The bank was too far to get small notes: and the day wasn't expected to be a busy one. She felt guilty enough to close shop... but Isa was mature (enough) and she was only going into the next building.
They had run out of small bills. It was a lazy afternoon with only one or two customers having come in to browse the new collection of clothing and accessories, as well as the odd tidbits Mari carried in the store. It was empty enough for her to feel safe leaving Isa alone, and besides... it was about time Mari left Isa in charge of things.
She wasn't a very good mother. A fantastic eccentric aunt maybe, but not a very good mother.
"Go."
Mari grinned at the quick and flippant tone from her herald. Isa had agreed to pull on some clothing: a vibrant peacock hued skirt and a charcoal grey halter top from the new collection of clothing. Halter tops seemed to make it easier for the herald: no need to shove the wings into odd holes made by a pair of scissors.
"Alright, I'll be right back, you here?" she grinned. "Yell if you need me."
Isa,all alone in the store.... keeping watch.
Nothing could go wrong, right?
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 11:04 pm
What went wrong was that Guinevere came into the store, dark bags under her eyes, and collapsed.
This sometimes happened. When one of Guinevere's acquaintances was about to die, she was plagued with nightmares every time she tried to sleep. Add a full time job, the stress of the holiday season, college, and volunteering at an old folks' home to try to qualify for more scholarships, and you had a recipe for disaster. Guinevere had not slept for roughly 25 hours, and she was feeling it. She had tried to ignore it and continue about her business as usual, but it simply wasn't physically possible for her anymore. She had overestimated her abilities as a multitasker, which had ultimately led to the embarrassing situation she was currently in, lying unconscious on the floor of a store that was being run by only a child.
Luckily, it was at least obvious that she was still breathing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 2:52 am
Isa blinked when the other herald fell into the shop, dropping to the ground almost immediately. Well, this was certainly not what she had expected on her first day of shop keeper games. Hurrying from her perch towards the fallen form, she hesitated, looking down.
Was she dead?
She knelt next to the young herald, pausing and letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of the breathing. Not a dead body then, which was a good thing. Reaching out, she poked the exposed face with a finger. Tentative, and just a little bit nervous.
"What's wrong?" she whispered, looking around.
She needed to deal with this before Mari got back!
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