Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:14:56 PM)
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Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:15:08 PM)
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Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:15:58 PM)
*Isabel walks down an aisle, scanning the shelves for -something-*

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:18:23 PM)
Apple stops in the store, fascinated as usual by all the amazing things and experiments in boxes, looking rather like she might have been working in a turn of the century train yard, with the exception of her leather and brass half-mask, an imagining of some kind of filteration mask.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:19:23 PM)
*She looks up as the bell indicates a new patron in the store*

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 5:23:15 PM)
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Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:23:53 PM)
*She raises an eyebrow, quietly taking in Apple's outfit-of-the-day*

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:25:03 PM)
She brushes her newsboy cap from her head, smoothing a hand over her mess of dark hair, and replaces the cap. She notes Isabel and takes a moment to register where she had seen that woman before. It was only the night before, with the strangeness that had left her confused regarding what exactly was up with the club.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:26:11 PM)
*She ostensibly reads a product description on a box, while keeping an eye on Apple*

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 5:27:31 PM)
(i'll largely just be watching for now, but if i have a moment of inspiration i might jump on the bandwagon, k?)

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:28:04 PM)
((fine by me.))

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:29:15 PM)
She nods slightly, just a drop of her chin as she moves with that precise, measured step through the store, taking her gaze from the curious woman to the exciting scientific goodies.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:30:33 PM)
Did the two of you have fun last night?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:31:41 PM)
She glances over at the query, arching a brow as she studies Isabel again. She lifts a shoulder and rolls her eyes, apparently unimpressed.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:33:24 PM)
No? Well, that's disappointing. *She sets the box down* At least he beat the creep, I would think.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:34:27 PM)
She nods, taking note of a microscope and snagging it to mimic examining something intently.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:36:02 PM)
*She hesitates for a second, then holds out a hand* Name's Isabel.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:37:02 PM)
She sets aside the scope, taking the offered hand with a firm grip. When she releases the shake, she produces a small golden apple to show Isabel.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:37:38 PM)
...Apple?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:38:16 PM)
She nods once in confirmation, tucking her charm away again.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:38:43 PM)
Well, it's nice to meet you, Apple. Properly, at least.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:40:03 PM)
She lifts a hand and knocks it twice as though rapping on an invisible door briefly, with another fraction of a nod.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:41:25 PM)
*Her mouth tugs to the side in what is almsot a smile* I'm afraid my sign language consists of "popcorn" and "sea turtle" and little else... but I think I got the gist of that. *For a visual aid, she demonstrates the two signs in question*

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:43:03 PM)
She might have laughed, her head tilted back and her eyes scrunching up, but she didn't make a sound beyond the forced air through the filtration of her mask.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:44:34 PM)
I mean, if I at least knew a verb, I could make a sentance. "The popcorn tastes like sea turtles" or something.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:47:54 PM)
She nods once, but doesn't supply a verb. She was contemplating Isabel once more, her gaze shifting to take in the store a moment. Looking back to Isabel, she puts up her hands in silent query.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 5:48:36 PM)
Sitting behind the counter, one of the two guys with bags beneath his eyes, theres idle conversation going on while no one has come to the counter. "So ... what'd Rita say to you about why she wasn't coming in today?"

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:48:57 PM)
I'm not sure what you want. Why am I talking to you? *A shrug* I'm curious about you.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:50:41 PM)
She gestures around the store to draw Isabel's attention to the place, then arches a brow to see if the other woman understood.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:51:19 PM)
Ah. Birthday gift. My partner's boy is turning twelve.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 5:51:55 PM)
"Rita?" The less sleep deprived looking man shrugging. "You know her man, she has problems sleeping. She always has, unlike you." Shaking his head. "You should just take some sleeping tablets, you'd feel better for it."

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:53:49 PM)
*An idle glance to the front desk as she catches "sleeping problems"*

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:54:32 PM)
She quirks her other brow at mention of a partner, checking Isabel out, then shakes her head once. Her hand forms a C, then a fist, then her first two fingers point across her body with her thumb peeking out between them.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:54:59 PM)
[O is not a fist... that's A or S. bah.]

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:55:57 PM)
See? You lost me... Cakk?

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 5:56:20 PM)
"Heh ... Rita doesn't just have sleeping problems. She's had night terrors as long as I've known her. Shit, while we were going out, it was scary man ... you'd wake up to find her clawing at her clothings and shaking over the bed. Poor girl."

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:57:50 PM)
*A slight frown, and her eyes slide away from Apple to look at the clerks again*

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:58:39 PM)
[Clearly my sign is disfunctional]

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 5:58:52 PM)
((Iz also doesn't speak it))

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 5:59:14 PM)
[I was trying to think how it looks, and failing.]

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:00:08 PM)
She shakes her head, looking obliquely over to the clerks, her head canting at a precise degree.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:00:10 PM)
"Shes what ... " The tired looking man reaching for an energy drink and taking a few gulps. "Missed ... three shifts now this week? Hope it comes right."

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:00:39 PM)
*She drops her voice* He seems exhausted, doesn't he?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:01:34 PM)
She drops her chin, shifting her dark gaze to Isabel again.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:04:20 PM)
Watch him. Look at the eyes.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:04:56 PM)
Rubbing his face, he shakes his head finally. "Well ... I sympathise with her. my sleep has been fucken terrible lately. You know if anyone ..." A pause before tired scorn reaches his voice. "What'm I saying? I really must be tired."

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:05:43 PM)
She looks back to the clerk in question a little more fully, quirking a brow at his self depreciative tone.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:07:13 PM)
Maybe it's just me?

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:08:52 PM)
Covering his mouth with a yawn, he moves to get up, a hand moving to the counter as he sways a little, his colleague immediately getting up and looking at him as though he expects him to fall - though he does not. "Fuck ... Mark, you should be at home too..."

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:09:17 PM)
She shakes her head in the negative, looking back to Isabel to see what other theories the woman had.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:10:04 PM)
*murmured* So what does this place share with Primeval....

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:10:39 PM)
She twirls a finger around an ear.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:10:57 PM)
I don't think they're crazy.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:12:14 PM)
"Then who'd pay the bills?" Another yawn and he gulps another few gulps of his energy drink, starting to make his way over towards them. His bags beneath his eyes are nigh pure black they'll see by the time he gets there. "Ladies, how may I help you?"

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:13:05 PM)
She taps the leather just over the tip of her nose. She looks to the clerk trying his damnedest to smile and do his job with a lifted brow.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:14:15 PM)
Hey there. I'm looking for a good project for a twelve year old. Let me show you what I'm thinking of.... *She casual taps him on the shoulder before reaching for the box* (Psychometry!)

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:14:43 PM)
((2 suxx))

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:19:02 PM)
You think this would be a good gift? *She offers out the box to the clerk, still watching him closely*

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:20:11 PM)
A blink before he focuses on the questions. "Oh ... umm." A pause. "Why are you wanting a toaster for your child?" Clearly hes focusing through that much tiredness at least.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:20:51 PM)
This isn't a toaster....

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:21:20 PM)
[Assuming sorcery/psychics are standard diff for sphere users- 01/14/11 18:19:44 Apple rolls 4 dice vs. diff of 6 to aware: 3, 9, 10, 7 : 3 successes *Chuckles* There's some question whether there's a higher diff for abstract magics]

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:23:07 PM)
A pause as he moves to pull out the box. "Oh sorry miss, I had thought I was in the kitchen isle. No, this should be fine for a twelve year old."

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:24:08 PM)
Thank you.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:25:13 PM)
She looks a bit perplexed, arching a brow at Isabel after the clerk's comments.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:25:33 PM)
Are you quite well, sir?

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:26:57 PM)
"Do I look well Miss?" Smiling faintly to her. "Was there anything else I could help you ladies with? I'm sorry to be curt. I just haven't been getting much sleep lately. As you can see."

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:28:07 PM)
No, you don't. *A frown* There's nothing else I need, thank you... Apple? Were you looking for anything?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:30:11 PM)
She shakes her head in the negative, studying the poor clerk intently now.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:32:55 PM)
"Well, you have a nice day ladies." Turning and heading back towards the counter. As he gets back there, the other leans in and murmurs something to him. "Talk to who? Oh I didn't even notice how pretty she was. I think I might go lay down for a while Carl. You'll be right?"

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:33:30 PM)
This is very odd.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:33:42 PM)
And yes, I know that obvious statement is obvious.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:34:34 PM)
[i require a soda to wake me up, brb]

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:36:32 PM)
(the mystery deepens? mwhaha?)

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:37:07 PM)
She nods a fraction to Isabel, snapping her fingers and pointing to her as if to say "You said it!"

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:37:59 PM)
If I could just find some common element....

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:40:01 PM)
She grabs her crotch and shrugs.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:40:28 PM)
Well, true. But they mentioned a "Rita" that's having problems too...

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 6:41:24 PM)
Moving off into the back of the store, the tired staff member disappears to go have his sleep, leaving the store in Carls capable hands for now.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:42:04 PM)
She scratches behind her ear, glancing over to the boys, then makes another crude gesture.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:43:17 PM)
Okay, that's fair. Question - do you come here a lot?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:45:42 PM)
He looks like she doesn't know how to answer that question, so she just shrugs.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:46:00 PM)
Well, I mean, are you sleepy at all, or are you awake?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:46:26 PM)
[She's not a he... *Kicks her brain*]

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:46:56 PM)
She shakes her head a fraction at the former, and drops her chin in the affirmative to the latter.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:47:45 PM)
Thought so. So Primeval, there's usually a lot of wakeful people, too - and if you frequent here.... maybe the common denominator isn't equipment.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:50:45 PM)
She might have been laughing, again, though it was hard to tell without sound. Maybe she was going to have a fit.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:52:45 PM)
What? Weird thing plus weird people.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:54:58 PM)
She pats her chest, presses her palms together to rest her cheek on them, then shakes her head.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:55:43 PM)
You haven't been sleepy?

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:56:04 PM)
But neither have I, I mean, no more than usual. But it has been -near- us.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:56:34 PM)
She shakes her head. She taps her leatherclad nose and seems to consider.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:56:59 PM)
But why him, and not the other guy - right?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 6:59:17 PM)
She looks thoughtful, then puts her fists to her temples, lifting them up and away as though exploding, waggling her fingers.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 6:59:47 PM)
You have an idea?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:01:55 PM)
She nods a fraction, then looks to consider the shop with childlike wonder.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:02:27 PM)
Something about this shop?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:04:31 PM)
She narrows her eyes in thought, scanning the products as she produces her PDA, quickly tapping out a word and initiating the voice function. "Imagination." The feminine voice says mechanically, the device obviously lacking any.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:07:14 PM)
Hunh. And the club. too?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:07:50 PM)
She pauses to consider that, then nods.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:08:20 PM)
well, the club is closed through tuesday...

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:11:46 PM)
She nods a fraction, shrugging as though that didn't really affect her.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:12:40 PM)
Have you seen this anywhere else?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:13:13 PM)
She shakes her head in the negative, glancing toward the back room the clerk had gone.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:14:01 PM)
Have you even been in town long? You aren't one I know.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:14:59 PM)
She looks uncertain, narrowing her gaze as she tries to decide how to answer that. She finally shakes her head in the negative.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:16:47 PM)
*She nods* Ok. Thought so.

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 7:17:28 PM)
(i'll let you talk, if you have any question/need help pm me)

Tohunga (Jan 14, 2011 7:17:31 PM)
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Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:32:03 PM)
She taps the tip of her nose again, looking around the shop thoughtfully.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:32:58 PM)
Do you want to head out?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:35:47 PM)
She nods with a drop of her chin, pivoting on a heel to turn toward the door, having sucked all the fun from the place today.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:36:23 PM)
Maybe somewhere better to talk. Or gesticulate, right?

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:39:29 PM)
She quirks a brow, looking to Isabel obliquely.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:40:45 PM)
Well, you aren't the most talkative, is all.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:41:36 PM)
She snaps her fingers and points to Isabel again.

Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:43:41 PM)
Want to head outside then? Fewer ears, at least. I still talk.

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:44:28 PM)
[actually, I give up. I just can't stay awake. I'm sorry]

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:45:16 PM)
[thanks for the play]

Apple (Jan 14, 2011 7:45:19 PM)
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Isabel Ross (Jan 14, 2011 7:45:27 PM)
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