Lucas came down Tuesday morning and walked into the store and was completely unsurprised to discover Nadia and Walter curled up together and asleep on the floor. He listened to the radio, he knew there was something going on with Nadia again, and the much reduced stock of Eddie's special brownies was a pretty good indication of why they were there.

So he just stepped over them and got to work doing inventory.

[ooc: locked to Nadia and Walter. yeee-ah.]

After listening to the radio, and hoping that that comment about Nadia getting hit with her own mallet wasn't going to mean he was suddenly working on Monday, now, Lucas settled in for bed.

He pulled out the pill he'd grabbed from the girl's backpack. His headache still raged, so without much ado, he grabbed a glass of water and tossed it back, then flopped backwards on his bed.

He really missed Elle.

Lucas was looking over the books for Empire and trying to decide if he was actually making money or not.

There was an awful lot of red in his books.

The phone rang, and he idly picked it up as he pondered what to do about this. ( Hello? )

Lucas hung up, rubbed his nose, then picked the phone back up and made a couple phone calls. Then he grabbed his helmet and his jacket and headed out.

[ooc: and Lucas is now out of town until Friday eveningish.]

Lucas opened up Empire with every intention of making it a Greatful Dead kind of day.

So who the heck had stuck a Hoku album into the stereo, and why couldn't he get it back out?

Alas, it seemed he was stuck with girly pop, today. It was catchy, though. . . .

[ooc: Empire Records and Bidet is a music store and art gallery. Come by to shop, dance in the aisles, or partake of the special brownies! Shop lifters will be chased down in the streets and just possibly offered a job.]

Lucas opened up Empire with a sad shake of his head at the number of brownies that were still left. It was a sad, sad state of affairs, to be sure.

Today's music mix: Dr. Demento

Lucas got up around 11 on Monday morning and set about clearing a large space in the store for Orlin to work in. He had a spare stereo in the back, just in case Orlin's work ended disasterously, and he had the tools Orlin had identified and the supplies he'd requested set up in the cleared area.

He sipped coffee and waited by the door so he could open it when Orlin arrived.

[ooc: Empire is closed on Mondays, this is locked to Orlin for stereo creation/installation!]

Nadia had very nearly been late for work, but considering how exhausted she looked when she showed, Lucas decided not to comment. They needed to do a few training things before they opened, but showing her how to work the stereo, sign in and out, and run the cash register wasn't going to take long, so they had time.

"Have you ever worked a cash register before?"

Nadia grimaced. "Um, sort of."

"Sort of."

"Not in a professional capacity?" She gave him a tired smile. Lucas shrugged.

"Okay, it's pretty simple. . . ."

Throughout the process of familiarizing Nadia with the store, Lucas kept an eye on her, trying to work out why she seemed so twitchy. It could have just been her default setting; she'd been twitchy when he'd offered her the job, but then, she'd just been caught shoplifting.

"Okay," he said finally, after she'd made her choices for the music theme of the day. "What's got you so rattled? I'm not going to bite you."

Nadia laughed softly. "Nothing. It's . . . nothing. Just . . . guy-friend issues."

( Issues? )

[ooc: and a brutal god-modding it was!]

Lucas was waiting outside the building when Marc's tour bus pulled up, followed by the moving truck. The band members seemed to be in rare form this morning, dressed surprisingly normally in band t-shirts and jeans, and quite possibly not entirely stoned.

This boded well for the success of getting the store ready to open tomorrow.

Most of the stock and the shelving was coming directly from the old Empire Records; it was really just a matter of getting the building cleaned up and everything put into place. And with the help of the fifteen members of Marc, the job should be done surprisingly quickly.

"Lucasssss!"

Lucas smirked. "Mark. You made it."

Mark grinned. "Where's this snow storm of yours?"

Lucas shrugged. "It ended. Let's get to work?"

"Sure, sure," Mark nodded vaguely, as did most of his band. "Eddie sends his love." He grinned again, raising his eyebrows. "And his special recipe brownies." He held out a very large tupperware container.

"Tell him thank you." Lucas accepted the container gracefully, though he had no intention of actually eating it's contents. Not until the store was well established, anyway.

"Dude." Mark leaned in close. "What's with the 'bidet' thing?"

Lucas raised his eyebrow. "That's a trade secret."

Mark nodded solemnly as his band mates set to work unloading the truck.

[ooc: Lucas, Mark, and Mark's band, Marc, will be moving stuff into Empire Records and Bidet most of the day. Feel free to stop by and chat, or help out, as you will. Be aware of possible slow-play until about 6 pm EST.]

Lucas has managed to fall asleep leaning against the overturned tables that formed the snow-monster barricades.

One of these days, he'll even get around to having an apartment of his own. . . .

[ooc: mostly just putting the poor guy somewhere, but feel free to wander by, wake him up, interact, etc.]