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

[lunatics]

Hm. I see. [Saïx doesn't get cold easily nor is he very hungry, but he does a lot of the paperwork for his Organization, including money handling -- and he cuts corners whenever possible. So he walks over to the counter and takes one of the pieces of walnut bread, looking at it somewhat critically.]

[yaycapitalism]

[ she watches him like a hawk. A tiny hawk who thinks walnut bread is the best thing since... well, other kinds of bread. WILL HE LIKE IT? ]

[lunatics]

[so much dramatic tension.]

[Eventually he decides to take a bite out of it, and it's -- not bad. It doesn't repel his tastebuds, at any rate. Who can tell whether an emotionless thing likes it or not, though?] ...Thank you.

[yaycapitalism]

[ yesssss. ]

You're welcome! It's alright to browse, okay? But ask me if you have any questions.

[lunatics]

Hm.

[He looks over everything here. Shortly afterward, exit stage wherever-the-door-is.]