ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ (mysticism) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-06-25 17:50:00 |
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Things tended to explode in Vallo, rather easily at that - sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively, but all Stephen knew was that when a network post about a newcomer seeking employment passed the threshold of 763 (or so) comments, that's when he had to tap out. It wasn't that he didn't have the time, he did (so many quips to be made about the persnickety infinity stone tucked away in a hidden metaphysical cubby) - but the dull ache at his temples that threatened to morph into something feeling like lava cascading behind his eyeballs meant that he knew he ought to just go back to work. If the new guy showed up, he showed up. If he didn't, well - they had locals who worked at Looking-Glass, and he and Wanda would handle other aspects too. Ever since they'd taken over, after Hatter disappeared, they'd undergone subtle and gradual changes for the shop - it still had kind of that industrial feel but with the addition of ceramic panels and teas organized by oxidation. A tasting bar in the back, canisters up front - there was also tea bag art (quirky) and a trellis with climbing plants, lush green that spiraled this way and that. Because he gave Wanda free reign over much of everything, that meant she'd added the options for food too - not just the selections for high tea but sandwiches and other baked goods. The shop now gave off the aroma of shortbread and truffles and cake, and he wasn't complaining at all. Currently sitting at the tea bar, the (probably) Sorcerer Supreme didn't look very sorcerified at all - he wore street clothes, his favored palette of blue and gray and khaki, and once he portaled to the clinic he'd change into a lab coat. For now he just got some work done on his laptop, spreadsheets and other nonsense so Wanda would have to worry about less of it when she came in. Happy Friday. |