Meet and Greet [shopping intro]

[yaycapitalism]

Whilst the four still tied to a school had been up since that morning, warned only at the last minute about the incoming train, Recette had managed to sleep in and avoid the panic. In fact, the first hint she got that all was not as it had been was the Mayor paying her a visit near midday and inviting her to watch the arrivals. She had; she'd exclaimed over the variety and how many new friends they were going to have now - it had been a little lonely that week, with just six of them who weren't parts of the city instead of people - and then she hurried back to get her shop open.

So! The sign proclaims RAKETTE: OFFICIAL EXACLAN SHOP, and the entire facade is covered in a fresh coat of bright paint. The snow in front of the shop has been swept away, making it highly obvious on the street. Items are arrayed on shelves and in the windows of the shop - charms, foodstuffs, uniforms and sundry items of clothing. She hadn't really had any idea what the new people might like when she was setting up, so most of it is just leftover stock from their session, but maybe they'd find something they liked. She hopes so. There are a fair few jumpers, hoodies, coats and scarves on the tables inside the shop.

The interior sorted, she sets the sign out in the road: WELCOME TO RAKUEN! FREE WALNUT BREAD FOR NEW STUDENTS AND TEACHERS! SPECIAL OFFER: PDAs ONLY 8 RAKS. and waits for someone to enter the main street.

[ooc: for a list of basic prices, see here. For an explanation of money, look helpless in front of Recette.]

Comments

[veepofchess]

The manual had made it clear that some supplies were required right away. And he wasn't going to be caught without them.

"Hello," he said mildly, nodding to the young lady. She seemed awfully young to be running a shop. But he really didn't care enough to comment. He glanced around the area, and his eyes landed on the PDA devices. They seemed a bit less advanced than his cell phone had been, but they would work fine. "I'll take one of the PDAs," he told her.

[yaycapitalism]

"Sure! You want an upgrade for it too?" Never let it be said that Recette couldn't go for a sale. In her own special way. "It'll be eight raks, or 12 if you want the voice and video."

[veepofchess]

He'd already decided that his priority was to recover his missing memories, and that a few power rings along the way would be necessary to facilitate that. But for now, he'd be a bit stingy. "No, just the standard unit is sufficient," he put on his sweet and charming smile.

[yaycapitalism]

"Okay-o." She left briefly to fetch him the box, and collect more change for her apron pockets. "That'll be eight raks, please!"

[veepofchess]

"Certainly," he handed over one of the ten rak coins, and collected his shiny new device. "Thank you."

[yaycapitalism]

"You're welcome!" She handed back two one-rak coins from her apron, and then paused, "Wouldja like my number? In case you need to order anything from the shop."