[Charlotte Lewis]

Charlotte had the day off, but planned to drop by the Bits & Bops to grab a flannel that she had left there during her last shift. Maude had texted her that she had found it, which was a relief. It was one of Charlotte's favourite flannels.

When she arrived at the shop, she noticed a package in front of the door. She was a bit confused, because they weren't expecting a delivery, and normally the delivery guy would wait to get a signature. He wouldn't just leave something in front of the building. The blonde didn't pay it more attention and went inside. "Hey", she said, and smiled at Maude when the girl smiled at her. "Here you go", she said, handing over the flannel. Charlotte put it on immediately and felt relieved once more that she had left it here and not in a bar somewhere. "Who dropped off the package?" she asked, meaning which delivery guy, because the regular one tended to wait for a signature. "Package?" Maude asked, confused.

The two young women went outside to take a look at the package. It didn't take long for them to notice it had been dropped off at the wrong store, and the wrong address. They wondered how they had managed to fuck up this badly. The store, apparently called Moondweller's Cauldron, wasn't even in the same street as Bits & Bops.

"I can take it with me", she suggested, looking up at Maude. "I'm free anyway." Maude seemed surprised by the offer, because Charlotte normally tended to not pay much attention to what would be convenient or selfless, but she gladly accepted the offer.

So soon after having arrived at Bits & Bops, Charlotte was leaving again, with the package under her arm. It was a medium sized package and she wondered what it could be, but knew she couldn't exactly ask about it. The name of the store sounded metaphysical. She wondered if she had met the owner during the Halloween festival, when she had been reading tarot cards for people walking by. She wasn't sure if she believed in all that stuff.

Charlotte swung open the door of the Moondweller's Cauldron and looked around. A bit uncomfortable, the blonde approached the counter. She looked around and finally noticed someone. "Excuse me," she said, "A package for this store was delivered to ours. I thought I'd drop it by instead of sending it back." She tried to smile, but it didn't look fully genuine. Not because it wasn't, but because her discomfort was showing. Somehow she felt like this store wasn't a place she should be in, but she didn't know why.

TAG: Evening Cadieux, let me know if I need to add or change anything!

[Evening Cadieux]

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Eve stared down at her phone, standing slightly bent over with her elbows on a display table and her lips pressed into a thoughtful line. She was faced with a small mystery. A slight problem that wasn’t quite enough to dampen her mood, yet added to her to-do list and could serve to exasperate if she couldn’t solve it soon.[break][break]

According to her notifications, the package she was expecting had been ‘left in a safe place’ outside her shop, however having not seen any drivers pass by and drop it off (let alone stepping inside to physically hand it to her, like they usually would) she was not convinced they had gone to the right address. Especially as the picture provided as ‘proof’ did not show the package on a doorstep she recognised.[break][break]

She’d tried calling the driver but – no such luck. And she was reluctant to call the company directly in case doing so landed the driver in trouble for what she assumed was a simple mistake. She wouldn’t want to put undue stress on them. She knew what conditions a lot of them worked under and she didn't know what else they might be dealing with without her piling anything on top.[break][break]

She’d try calling again later. In the meantime, it was actually kind of fun to try figuring it out herself; looking around Downtown via Street View, analysing the sidewalk and comparing it to the photo she had… It felt like she was taking her internet sleuthing to a new level, even if she felt there was probably a much simpler way to do it.[break][break]

In the edge of her vision she saw the front door swing open, a familiar fair head entering the shop. The immediate assumption was that it was Daisy-Leigh, her friend/neighbour/employee who’d recently bleached her hair and just stepped out for a quick break, so she barely paid any mind to them until they approached and spoke to her directly.[break][break]

Evening’s gaze shot up upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, meeting brown eyes instead of the expected blue. “Oh!” She blinked owlishly, looking back and forth between the woman’s face and the box in her hands. Then she beamed, a small laugh slipping from her as she straightened. “Oh my goodness, thank you. I was just trying to figure out where that could have gone. Being a detective is so straightforward when someone solves the case for you.”[break][break]

As she spoke she slipped her phone into a pocket of her dress and quickly moved closer to take the package. It was easier to hear the woman’s thoughts at this distance (or rather, lack of distance), and they were edged with a discomfort and uncertainty that Eve immediately wanted to dispel. Maybe the woman had a bit of social anxiety? Or maybe it was the situation itself was making her feel awkward. Either way, Evening hoped talking a little more would help to ease the feeling away.[break][break]

“It’s mostly dried herbs; plants I can’t find in the woods at this time of year,” she explained as she took the box to the counter, placing it carefully on top. “But there’s some cannabis in there too and I was awfully worried someone underage might get their hands on it. I would have felt terrible if that had happened.” She sighed lightly, shaking her head to herself.[break][break]

She retrieved some scissors from behind the counter and set about opening the box to check its contents, sending the woman another smile. “What store do you work in? I hope you didn’t have to travel too far…”[break][break]

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OOC: sorry this got a little long! next should be a bit shorter x3

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[Charlotte Lewis]

She still felt like she didn't belong here. Perhaps it was because she had read tarot cards on Halloween without deciding whether she believed in them or not. There was a spiritual being within her, but she was also very sceptic and tried to look for logical explanations before allowing herself to believe anything spiritual. Charlotte was simply... Difficult. She forced herself not to believe anything. Perhaps if she gave herself the time and mental space, she would be able to become more spiritual. She definitely had the weed and the indie vibe down. Charlotte looked around the store, taking in the things she saw. Crystals, herbs, pendulums, the whole shebang.

The blonde looked at the young woman behind the counter. Her presence was comforting in a way. She made Charlotte feel better in the store, especially with her kindness and excitement at the parcel in her arms.

She laughed a bit sheepishly at Evening. "I'm glad to have solved the case for you." Charlotte grinned, getting more comfortable the longer she was in the store.

She didn't ask, but Evening explained what was in the package. She was a curious person, so she actually liked that the girl did that. She cocked her head to the side at the word 'cannabis'. "Oh?" she asked. "Are you allowed to sell that, legally?" She was suddenly very interested, but didn't want to be too obvious about it.

"I have no idea why they dropped it off at our place. We're a music store." She laughed. "It's not too far, and it's my day off, so it was nothing, really. I've always been curious about your store", she said. "I, uh- I want to believe in this stuff, but I might need to learn a bit more about it first." The calming presence made her more open and willing to talk. "How did you get into this?" Charlotte looked around again. It was a nice store.

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[Evening Cadieux]

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Eve glanced up from the various herbs and tea mixes at the woman’s question, wondering if she was joking. Once she deemed she was not, she nodded, her lips curling upwards and her eyes betraying her amusement. “Yes, I have the license.” The woman had sounded like a local, but maybe she wasn’t? Or maybe she simply wasn’t familiar with cannabis laws, which wouldn’t be too surprising if she didn’t use it herself. “As long as a store has the right documents and approval, it’s legal for any place – even one like this – to sell to anyone over twenty-one in California.” Which, again, was part of why she was so worried about some teenagers finding it instead. Mostly because she was worried for their safety, but also because she wondered if she could be held liable. She wasn’t sure a court case would be easy to fund, regardless of if it ended in her favour…[break][break]

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“A music store?” Eve echoed, grinning as the blonde went on to explain how she’d come to bring it to Moondweller’s Cauldron herself, and how she’d always been curious about the shop. She said she wanted to believe, though, and that key word paired with her thoughts as she looked around, confirmed that she didn’t hold faith in witchcraft yet. Evening could hardly blame her. If it weren’t for her own gifts, she suspected she herself might have found the practice difficult to align herself with when she was growing up – as her sister Sunny had.[break][break]

“This is a good place for it, if you wish to learn,” Evening hummed. She cast her own gaze around her store, regarding it with softness and just a touch of fond exasperation, as if it were a child entrusted to her care. “I imagine it may be overwhelming, facing all these different tools at once, so I find a good way to narrow down where to start is to decide why you want to believe. What would make this all being real, be appealing to you?”[break][break]

“As for how I got into this, I come from a long line of witches,” Evening told her. “My father is also gifted with foresight which is granted to us via dreams and the cards, and he taught me everything I know.” She could have mentioned her telepathy, the more provable of her powers that was harder to dismiss as mere coincidence. Yet she and her family had agreed long ago that it was better to keep that particular gift to herself, lest it make friends and customers alike uncomfortable.[break][break]

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“My name is Evening, by the way. What is your name?”


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