Setting: Antique Store

[digsruins]

As much as Lara loved to skim through auction houses and see what was available online that piqued her interest or was something that could lead to a greater adventure, there was also something to be said for those small hole-in-the-wall antique stores. Not the big garish ones that boasted of Queen Anne chairs or apothecary tables. No, Lara preferred the ones whose windows were dusty enough that you had to enter the store if you wanted to see what it held. They generally had things that had been lost to the ages, manned by someone who might be considered an antique themselves. The dingier the store, the better the treasure they held.

Not to say that a majority of what collected dust on the shelves wasn't junk or very good knock offs, but once in a while, she found something that had the collector and adventurer in her soaring, something that made her pulse jump when she saw it and inevitably reached for it.

She was hoping for just such a find as she stepped through the door of one such store she'd spied, the bell jangling like a broken chime above her as she stepped in. She had to pause at the door for her eyes to adjust to the gloom inside, but she was hoping that this little deviation would be worthwhile.

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[ingastellar]

There was something to be said about getting stationed at a dusty old store waiting for a drop-off; at least it was quiet. Maybe it was even a little too quiet. She flipped through her magazine, feet on the counter, enjoying the downtime but internally grumbling a little about the lack of clear drop-off timeframe nonetheless.

She straightened and looked up as the door opened; the customer didn't look like the person she was waiting for, but Inga didn't look like an undercover agent either, with her oversize red dress and flowery scarf. But even if she weren't, no point in driving the newcomer away. She leaned her elbows on the counter, welcoming smile on her face. "Hello. Looking for something?"