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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 10:33 am
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While not an owner of many of the finer nerdy things in life, Cass did have her ever rotating collection of shirts. Which were far more appreciated in public than she ever would have thought some days. Her particular favorite had prompted one teenager in the grocery store to ask her if she knew about 'that shop'. The one with the owner that apparently fits in your pocket and is made of coffee or something like that.
Cassandra had safely never heard of such a place, but never the less after fishing out a general idea of where it was, had been curious. Mostly because if somehow unicorns prompted the thought of this place, there had been be precious treasure. Which was the only reason why she, Miss 'I am unemployed and have all the time in the world to figure out how to fix that at the moment', was able to drop in on such a place at 11 AM instead of being in class.
Haha. College. She wouldn't think too hard about that.
She hadn't exactly set too high of a bar about what to expect, but the outside was obviously a labor of love, just from what was in the windows. A sheer beautiful labor of love. Opening the door, she was greeted by far better. For all the fine things on shelves and set out on tables, the one thing in particular that caught her attention was-
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"
and immediately, the 'cultist of Eldritch horror' position was assumed at the base of the quite lovely centerpiece of the store. If not the best on current culture nerdery, Cassandra would always have a place in her heart for all the breeds of horror (no seriously, she'd probably be able to recite verbatim 'I have No Mouth And I Must Scream'. The story, not the game).
Which was the story of why there was a sacrifice to the Old Ones practically laying on the floor of The Fourth Wall. In pastels.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 6:54 am
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And now Cassandra's ways were documented for all of time.
She remained prostrate in front of the statue for a solid 30 seconds before she finally sat up, a grin plastered on her face. "Well, one must bid their Old Ones proper respect," she said, dusting herself off as she rose, one foot at a time. "I am glad it has appeased at least one soul." Not that it had been meant to appease anybody but herself.
"My shirt makes everything amazing, though. Can't go wrong with a good unicorn," especially when it was THE Unicorn of her childhood. A+ would Amalthea again.
It was at this time she finally took in what it was he was wearing. While not one owning a phone that did snot all for games on it, being a young female, she'd run into enough other young females who were more than excited about their games to at least recognize a little bit of who it was Cid was dressed as. "Ahhh, I have been blessed by the #1 Hacker's presence." she put a finger up to her smiling lips, "but of course, I won't tell anyone where to find you." she looked around, "Unless you want me to." squint. "Maybe."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 6:51 pm
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"Oh, he gets a pair for each day we get closer to Easter. Also I start giving out eldritch egg candies ..." Cid smirked a bit, in amusement, before he hopped down from the step ladder with a stretch as he landed.
"There aren't many proper cultists," he told her, "but I am always pleased to hear someone spreading the good word." Taym came to mind, if only because their first interaction had included discussion of being turned into fish people.
"There's a little bit of everything, though ... There's a cosplay section towards the counter," his hand flicked further back into the store, "an entire clothing area with probably too many choices, this section dedicated to bringing people one step closer to R'lyeh, your pick of TCG poison is right by the windows, comics and manga - separated as they should be and sorted by both universe and creator - take up the middle, and a gaming section that is usually populated but is currently empty because most of the regulars don't come by until later. Also there's a very, very strict rule against no unwashed masses, so I will flat out boot someone who doesn't know what the phrase bathe regularly means." His eyes rolled so hard, so hard because he sometimes he really hated that stereotype but he had run into it more than once. "You would think that wouldn't need to be a rule but it is."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 8:39 pm
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Cass lit up as she pictured the Cthulu statue being just as populated on the top of it's head as it was on the bottom. There would be true order. "What is the difference between Eldritch candies and normal ones? Gummy tentacles?" she inquired, having never heard of such a thing before, but being very inclined to the idea. Mostly because gummies were freakin' good and she would fight you on it if she had to.
"Oh, most people pick up the high points and then don't read the finer short stories and the non-Lovecraftian works of the expanded mythos, unfortunately. It's a shame, some of the more obscure works are really good. I'm a Shadows Over Innsmouth and In the Mountains of Madness girl myself," if she was ever introduced to the fine worlds of Dark Souls and Bloodborne she probably would never be seen again. Best not to.
As Cid gave her the general rundown, Cassandra nodded along, following each direction as he motioned in it. "Well good thing I like having clean hair and soap," she jested, though she also had the ill fortune of being in the presence of the unbathed. Though her experience was drastically different and involved a once a week shower schedule for everybody. She'd decided never again.
"Sounds like I'd down for the apparel then. I can never say no to adding another fine shirt to my collection." Which she'd say was a very fine collection.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 10:45 pm
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Cid's fingers wiggled, an offer to take some of the stack of unicorns off her hands and help carry. He was, if anything, a very courteous store owner.
Also a little crazy but that was a given.
"Aside from when I went a little crazy in my twenties and decided I needed to live in all the major cities of the States, I've not moved much. Though it was fun trying to make sure I kept s**t parred down to like ... a car worth." Cid shook his head only to blow red bangs from his face a moment later. Sometimes he forgot he was a redhead again but he'd let his hair grow back out and be back to blonde in no time.
Unless he stayed a redhead. He was crazy after all.
"Well, you're pretty knowledgeable about my favorite subject," he replied with a chuckle, "and if you're open to learning a little bit about the stuff I carry, I'd take you on as a hire. I've got a few college kids employed, so it helps that you're schedule is open. Though ..." A finger tapped his lip, Cass given a look over before he finally spoke again.
"I will be entirely blunt about this, because I value my employees and look after them, but if you've got issues with magic, you might not want to take the job offer."
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