Kingslane Radio Active

[James Carter]

Outfit

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Specialty shops were great. Some sold obscure knicknacks, some only sold boardgames and card games, and others sold electronics. Electronics were a wonder. Carter knew it because every time he played around with them he could feel Darla's keen interest over his shoulder, like putting his back too close to a warm fireplace. He got it, sorta. When she was breathing electricity wasn't so special but anything real clever was big and bulky and posh. Now Carter had more technology in a burner phone than anyone in her home town had seen in their entire lives. Most of it was so alien to his wife that she kind of glazed over it, and honestly he did that too for how mundane it was in his life. The happy middle ground for the two of them was radio.

Specifically his car's radio.

When he played around with speakers, wiring, throwing in a new system or just fixing something that burnt out (literally) in their car was a strange comfortable point between them. It was something Carter knew well but wasn't so alien and futuristic that Darla couldn't follow along as sh e watched. So it had become something they both oddly enjoyed, fixing and rebuilding, and rewiring sound systems and things into whatever car he was currently in.

Which is why he was buying a new radio today from an electronic shop in Easthaven. He'd been on the road for a few months but Darla liked the city of Easthaven and had made it clear she wanted to go back... by burning him enough to write the word on his chest. Oh it wouldn't scar- but it did turn red and peel a bit. Carter pouted and put the thought out of his mind as he glared at his top two picks for the car's new radio. He didn't care about the price so much as the performance and look. Specifically... one looked nicer but didn't work as good as the other.

He could maybe get both and try and swap the insides for the other but... good odds he trashed both. Then again, that just meant he could get a third one that might work just as well. Carter worried at his lip as he glared daggers at the two boxes for having the audacity of not being an easy choice.

[Emily Reyes]

Outfit

On the topic of specialty shops, Emily would've disagreed, but only because this was not her sort of specialty shop. Without an innate familiarity with the stock, she found them messy, cluttered, with no rhyme or reason to the organization. Nevermind that there were sections, things were unfamiliar. The shelves were stuffed with things. It was the sort of thing that messed with her tidy, uptight thoughts, making her feel the tag on the back of her sweater or the weight of her bulging tote purse.

It didn't help that she looked nothing short of completely eccentric, entirely due to the cat lurking nearby. Dulce wasn't afraid to venture far, but every time someone else approached, she curled around Emily's ankles, ready to jump into the pet purse she had slung over the shoulder opposite her purse. So, she was a cat lady in an electronics shop, looking to replace her work keyboard with something more ergonomic. For this reason, she had to touch the thing before buying it, so getting it online was out of the question.

Her eyes glazed over at the plethora of strange, vaguely aggressive names each item had, while she politely ignored the other person in the aisle. She too worried her lip, eyebrows scrunching together as she tried to decide on one funny-looking keyboard over another. Oh, if only a salesperson would come along and just... ask her a series of questions and hand her something.

But no dice, and she couldn't just stand around forever. Reaching up, Emily pulled at one of the long thing boxes to tease it out of the stacked pile on the shelf over head. However, the edge of the cardboard caught on the one beneath it and suddenly, three keyboards were coming out all at once. The totebag hindered her arm as she tried to stop the fall, and then Dulce mewed a warning as the rest of the stack came tumbling out on top of Emily's head and she swore colorfully under her breath as heat rose up in her cheeks.

[James Carter]

James continued to fuss and look over different options for the new radio and while Darla found it fascinating, this part of it could only hold her attention for so long. These were radio. These were boxes that contained the wondrous smaller signal devices. James muttered to himself about which looked nicer but Darla didn't care. They'd probably end up replacing it in a month or two anyway- if James even had the same car by then. Instead she found her eyes drifting over the world around her. Eventually they fell on a well dressed woman, too well dressed to be anywhere near Darla's sleeze of a husband. If a woman like that had walked into the lounge Darla used to sing at, she'd have expected her to buy the place and kick Darla out for not being good enough.

Course, those were different times and James had shown her how odd the world became given a few decades to progress. Rather than some rich lady, this was probably someone that just liked to dress up and- OH HER LAWD SHE HAD A CAT!

Darla beamed, not that anyone could see it, and rushed over, her feet never actually touching the ground, as she quickly crouched down and began to coo and sweet talk the little kitty. Sometimes cats could see her, any animal but cats did it more often she supposed, and she didn't know or care why. All that hoodoo was her husband's problem. Her problem was figuring out how to, as a ghost, get her fingers between an adorable kitty's toe beans.

Yet before she could really puzzle it out- the answer was probably fire somehow- the woman dumped a bunch of boxes and junk on herself. Darla startled and whisped back to Carter as an unseen ember, throwing a hand back to touch his arm.

For his part he had already been turning just from the noise, but the small spike of pain in the shape of his wife's fingers gave him the general hint. He tossed his top two contenders back on the shelf and walked over briskly to check on a woman that seemed to have done a half-decent job in trying to bury herself alive. He picked up the nearest heaviest box he could find and sat it aside trying to figure out why Darl- Ah... there was a cat. Welp that made more sense.

Carter's eyes scanned over the woman, with her oversized puffy sweater, tight skirt, and sharp features. She was undeniably lovely, and bared some resemblance to Darla... or she would if she was set on fire. “Easy miss, lemme just...” Carter trailed off as he moved another box, who even put a microwave with the computer stuff? Or was this just a massive screen for- nope microwave. “Y'alright, miss?” he asked, throwing the whole sentence of Are you all right miss, into two words like any good southerner would.