The Mayhem Store (OPEN)

[Amon Star]

*looks at the man who's stepped up to the counter* Six packs of soda are three bucks each. That be all?

*The man hands over a five dollar bill*

"For the moment, yeah," he replies.

Ilsa got out of the nondescript man's way (after giving Glaith a pat on the head, and a tickle under the chin), and went back to her browsing, the handcuffs apparently providing only minimal hindrance to her picking up items and examining them.

Occasionally, she would look thoughtfully at an item she had picked up, then glance at her cuffed wrists, and put the item back, with a muttered “Next week, maybe...”

*The little viper seems to have fallen asleep*

[jwrebholz]

*hands him two dollars in change* Thanks mate. Feel free to keep looking around.

[Amon Star]

*hands him two dollars in change* Thanks mate. Feel free to keep looking around.

*Takes the change*

"Thanks. I will."

*Taps the six-pack, causing it to disappear. Then carries on browsing*

[jwrebholz]

*resumes his work, occasionally looking up to make sure everyone's doing OK*

[OzLionHeart]

Ilsa caught James looking up, and gave him a smile and a small wave with her cuffed hands. "How's it going?"

[jwrebholz]

Going pretty good..the installation is fairly straightforward, it's just time-consuming and a little bit....*pause* delicate.

[OzLionHeart]

Ilsa nodded. "That's okay. Like I said, I don't have to be anywhere, and I'd rather have it done right than done quickly."

[jwrebholz]

*the TF gun is in a complete state of disassembly, one of the circuit boards hooked into a laptop computer..he's running some kind of update software--the gun does not appear to react outwardly to this. He appears to be about halfway done*

[Amon Star]

*The nondescript man walks over to the counter, collects his pet viper, nods to everyone, then leaves*