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[pecked_by_birds]

When he'd first returned to London, Prometheus had found himself back at his old studio. It was nothing special, a narrow building wedged between a high street shop and a bakery. The second floor served as a modest apartment, but the ground floor had, at one point, been a small shop. ...A shop the titan had ignored until today.

Old paintings hung from the walls, trinkets and treasures lined the shelves... There were crates of books- Vintage by now, and the case by the counter held everything from women's compacts to queer amulets. Things the titan had gathered and created over the years. ...Things he was ready to let go of.

He'd spent the night dusting and sweeping, washing windows and tidying away the mess. This morning he'd opened the shutters for the first time in ages, allowing the sunlight to pour in as he flipped the sign to open, and sank into a comfortable leather chair near the ancient looking register.

An old boom box sat on the counter, filling the shop with sound as the titan flipped open his old sketchbook and picked up where he'd left off years and years ago.

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[miss_ives]

Vanessa did not know what it was about the shop that drew her inside, but she was not one to ignore her instincts. She took a few steps in, and paused as she looked over the shop, apparently not noticing the youth in an armchair. She then walked over to the nearest crate of books, sharp gaze reading titles and authors on their spines, fingers curling slightly at her side as if eager to touch.

[offthebeatenpath]

Em didn't know how many times she'd passed down this street, but she'd never noticed the shop before, closed or otherwise. But today books and curios and all kinds of interesting things showed through the windows, and the open sign welcomed her. She drifted through the shop, not looking at or for anything particular, taking in the shop almost the way she would her cards, observing the whole while open to whatever specific items drew her attention.

[jadedjade]

Jade loved pretty things. She was naturally drawn to the small shop and couldn't resist entering. Putting her white hair behind her ear, and extinguishing her cigarette, she walked in moments later to inhale the smell of pretty and old stuff.

A smile appeared on her face as she browsed. She had no knowledge that she had met the owner before - she'd only once met a pretty woman in a club and she'd been in her male form at the time.

[harrowgate]

Felix didn't recall an antique or curiosity shop in this location, but even he admitted that he wasn't always certain which street he was on when not using his mobile's GPS. The promise of old books drew in the wizard even more certainly than a moth flies toward a flame, and he stepped inside. His immediate reward was the dusty scent of old paper and binding, and Felix smiled. He nearly didn't notice the proprietor seated nearby until he'd almost walked past him, on his way toward the book crates.

"Oh. Good morning," the wizard greeted, polite but distracted.