Circe's Shop of Magical Wonders

[AmbushCat]

Elk: Okay. Hold on a sec! *nods, then pokes his head out the door* Gag time, boys! Take it away!

*A series of rumbles and crashes are heard outside the door.*

[Circe]

...I'm about to strongly regret saying that last part, aren't I?

[AmbushCat]

Elk: *toothed grin* Depends on what you think of ceramic wooden-toothed Federalists.

[Jello Shot Mischa]

*Circe turns away from the window as Mischa comes up.* Yeah, just about... How about you? You starting to get comfortable with the bunny look?

Mischa nods, tugging at her costume a bit. "I think so, yes..." she admits. Elk's... somewhat unusual manner catches her off guard, however, and she watches in confusion as he does business with Circe!

[Circe]

Elk: *toothed grin* Depends on what you think of ceramic wooden-toothed Federalists.

Well, I can't say I'm a particular fan...

Mischa nods, tugging at her costume a bit. "I think so, yes..." she admits. Elk's... somewhat unusual manner catches her off guard, however, and she watches in confusion as he does business with Circe!

*Circe nods.* I guess you and Karen can get on with your new jobs soon, then...

[AmbushCat]

Well, I can't say I'm a particular fan...

Elk: Well, then... a demonstration. I shall open the door... now.

*Elk opens the door. Out on the sidewalk are twenty-five ceramic busts of George Washington, each one with four quarters tied around the neck.*

Elk: *snaps a salute* GAMEPLAY!

Mischa nods, tugging at her costume a bit. "I think so, yes..." she admits. Elk's... somewhat unusual manner catches her off guard, however, and she watches in confusion as he does business with Circe!

Elk: *whips around after he finishes addressing Circe* Stay away from gormless bald hunters with large floppy hats.

[Circe]

Elk: Well, then... a demonstration. I shall open the door... now.

*Elk opens the door. Out on the sidewalk are twenty-five ceramic busts of George Washington, each one with four quarters tied around the neck.*

Elk: *snaps a salute* GAMEPLAY!

...Where did you get those?

[AmbushCat]

Elk: From my allowance, of course!

[Circe]

...Fair enough. If the money's real, I'll take it.

[AmbushCat]

Elk: *takes another look at the ceramics* Um... Thing ring, do your thing? Maybe get your staff to help out, maybe a buck and a quarterstaff? *taps his almost non-existent biceps for emphasis*

[Circe]

...You want me to collect all those quarters myself?

[AmbushCat]

Elk: Claire de Loon, no relation to Shirley, and her ready-maid quarter-picking exuberance! Hi-yooooo!

[Circe]

Great... *Circe hands Elk the costume she picked for him and starts taking the quarters from the statues.*

[AmbushCat]

*Elk actually looks confused for a moment. He shakes it off quickly and does a quick tap dance, passing the time until Circe gets out of the way.*

Cynth: Kid, has anyone ever told you how to SPEAK INTELLIGIBLY?!

Elk: *nods* It was foretold by gyromancy.

*Cynth screams... or squeals, more like... at the ceiling out of anger.*

[Circe]

Calm down, Cynth... *Once Circe has all the money, she sits back down at the counter.* At any rate, will that be all for you, Elk?