For Lendys! (Open)

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"Theeere's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow,
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow Jim~"

Brooke hummed out the next verse at a rapid tempo...then the next...followed by the chorus... The customer waiting at the counter stared at her with a surprising amount of patience as the shifter typed up something on her laptop. Not the store's computer, but the laptop she brought from home. The one which had Skype and a whole list of friends whom she had about a million different rps and chats going on at once. Then there was The Binding of Isaac going on on another screen. That poor little turd, he had such a sad, mutilated existence.

He was so much fun to torment.

“Ex-excuse me?” the customer finally said. Brook looked up and curled a lock of hair behind her ear. She had started growing it out again. Hopefully she could get it back to it’s former glory, right? You know, before she chopped it all off in a fit of massive madness.

“Oh! Right! You wanna buy that, right?” Brooke beamed a smile. She snatched the item he was holding in his hands and rang it up quickly. “That’ll be one-thousand and seventy six pennies please.” Oh, she was so clever. “Now get outta here!” Brooke waved the poor customer off, then returned her attention to the computer.

Hopefully she could get some actual work done before the next customer came up to bother her.

[Jayson Kline]

A good amount of practice had enabled him to lift something and move it around without thinking too much about it, and it gave him something to do in situations like these. With a Rubik's cube floating in front of him and twisting and turning at the mere whim of what Jay wanted he browsed along, trying to find something he would like. Or the people back at home. What most people didn't know about him though was that he enjoyed anime as long as it remained serious. Things like Death Note were able to grab his fancy as it forced him to use his mind and think along. He liked intellectual stuff, like puzzles. Like the Rubik's cube.

Maybe he'd pick up a video game. They had a system back at the house anyway, though it'd likely be a game they wouldn't quite enjoy without Jay. Maybe he'd pick something up for those days with visitors, a quiz game or something. Games these days were filled with humor, or what people perceived as such as well as what he enjoyed about quizzes. And as the cube in front of him clicked once more his eyes landed on a few titles he knew he would enjoy, as well as a game that could very well be what he was looking for, though maybe he should be looking for a boardgame instead of a videogame.

His mind quickly mulled it all over as the cube was met by male fingers and kept in place for a bit. He hummed silently and finally made a decision, once again using his mind to levitate the cube while looking for the right combination.

Grabbing the nearest quiz-based boardgame he turned around to make his way to the counter, and what he saw did not interest him in the least. In fact, it had succeeded in making him hesitate in stepping over. Finally he just sighed and stepped over, putting on his most endearing smile. Time and time again people had said he was cold and distant, silent and unapproachable when he was everything but. He wasn't silent, he just didn't speak unless required to speak and even then he would use the most logical approach he could think of.

He wasn't distant. He liked being around people! It was just that people seemed not to like how he handled things so they kept their distance.

''Fine day, miss.'' Jayson said as he put the boardgame down on the counter, still half focusing on the cube in mid air behind him. ''I would like to purchase this, if you don't mind.''

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Brooke was well engrossed in her game by the time the next person came up. Yeah, yeah, she knew she was supposed to keep an eye on the store to make sure nobody was lifting any of those dusty 39 cent comics from their protective sleeves, but she was in a crisis here! And just the tiniest sliver of her attention spared could mean the difference between victory and certain DOOM.

Drat, was that a person? And he brought stuff up to buy? He was saying something, wasn’t he?

“Can’t talk now, Mom don’t like t’be kept waiting,” she said cryptically, still punching away at her laptop. The screen flashed as Brooke fired again and again at that wrinkly old leg.

[Jayson Kline]

Nothing. No reaction at all was drawn from Jayson. When he was told by someone they couldn't talk right then he would just stand around and wait until they were, besides, he wanted to buy something and it wasn't like he could just up and leave without paying. Well, he could but he was way too much of a nice guy for that.

He looked at the girl behind the counter and smiled, seeing the flashes from the screen she was looking at illuminating her face. It was obvious she wasn't doing what she was supposed to be doing, but fair was fair, he would wait for her to finish only because he didn't like it when people interrupted his projects. Although this one seemed pretty flashy for a mere project. Maybe it wasn't what he thought it was, perhaps she wasn't working for school or whatever.

Maybe she was playing a game. Jayson shrugged at the thought, what if she was? It was still the simple principle of not wanting to bother her.

So, who was this mom and why was she being all flashy? She wasn't talking to her mother, was she? No, obviously not due to the simple fact she hadn't been saying anything except to tell Jay she couldn't talk at that very time. He peeked over slightly to see what it was, out of curiosity.

Behind him the cube had stopped spinning and landed in his hand, and with a smile he took his face away from the screen. ''Neither do paying customers.''

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Brooke might’ve expected a bigger response from the person standing at the counter, but involved in her game as she was, no notice was taken of either a response or lack thereof. It didn’t matter to her, simply put. That wasn’t to say she wouldn’t hit him with a drop-kick if he attempted to walk out of the store without paying for said item, but we weren’t at that point yet, nope, no siree!

Her fingers continued to tap madly against the keyboard of her laptop, the flashing against her face only intensifying as “Mom’s” life bar slowly decreased with every strike. She was so integrated in the game, Brooke almost didn’t hear what the ‘paying’ customer had said. “You paid for something yet? No? Then I’d just call you ‘customer’, or ‘potential payee’.” Brooke licked her lips as her boss fight entered into the final stages. An expert gamer as she was, this battle would have lasted very long anyway, so of course Mr. Okyaku-sama could afford to be a little more patient, yes? Yes.

Moving on! She was in the final stages and just a few shots shy of matricide when…. “Oh, no!” she cried out, suddenly seeing the morbidly humorous “you died” screen pull up. “Shoot! Drat! Damn! I almost had her!” Brooke never died! (Yes she did) However did this outcome come to pass? It must’ve been… - Brook darted a sharp, icy glare of sharpness to the interrupting Mister – his fault! That was the only explanation plausible! She growled from deep within her throat, a sound only made more authentic by her cat-like inherentness. “…..and how may I help you?” she asked darkly.