#overnight queue

Six hundred women arrived at the 244th Coast Artillery Armory on West 14th Street the night before, February 9, 1939. They were hoping to apply for one of the twelve city jobs paying $960 a year. Through the winter night, some of the women slept and others read or entertained themselves by dancing and singing.

“Looks like that book hasn’t come in yet though today though probably a bit too optimistic, ugh that one has bill all over it so that can live in the ignored pile and oh I see something finally showed up!” A paw pushes glasses back down from where the muffin he was eating decided to relocate them to spy the sole padded envelope being torn open with a giddy grin. First to emerge is a piece of paper followed by two pins complete with matching backing cards proclaiming them as a Feathered Fancies product before proudly holding them up for the all-important cat inspection. Both are in the shape of incredibly stylised feathers though while one is striped with black, grey, white and purple the other brightly contrasts it in blue, green, orange and red.

“They were doing a special offer if you bought two so said I’d be a guinea pig for Zoe on the quality stakes since there wasn’t many reviews on their page yet. Devil is in the detail of course but at a first glance they’re looking pretty fantastic don’t you think?”

Hmning curiously the half-eaten snack is placed aside so that he may comfortably lean forward to give them both a cursory sniff before golden eyes flick to the delighted human.

“You do seem to be getting quite into buying these things though suppose it does make a change from your usual tastes in patches, far less skulls for one.” That gets a snort in response.

“See contrary to popular belief I do not have a single straight bone in my body and we live in a new-fangled age of cool merch being created so you’re supporting smaller artists to boot,” he opens the hoodie enough to reveal a black shirt with a large splash of a hand reaching up from flowers before a crescent moon and the words Non-Binary Necromancer. The irony even if it was wrong just made the design even more delightfully hilarious.

“Plus with this too I’ve finally got all three bases covered if in a small way lemme enjoy the novelty alright? Not that long ago even this would have been practically unheard of.”

“Fine, I can let you off but only if you donate some of that cream there to the worthy cause of my stomach,” he teases while a paw is waved in it’s general direction. While tucking the post and new prizes away a brow is raised in answer with a knowing smile.

“Driving a hard bargain as ever I see.”

The request is not denied however it is the offending paw that is smeared on because if he wanted it anywhere else he really should have specified resulting in grumbling about kids these days is laughed at while it’s being cleaned off.

Fun and games aside [[Putting everything away section starts.]]

The t-shirt is also very real! I’m also pretty sure I was lazy and didn’t put any formatting that was in the original doc onto discord go me. According to the date I moved this over on the 9th March and I’m still mad about it.

There was an argument about nail polish between Douxie and Zoe as well but that never made it out note format, it’s also in my list to stuff in somewhere.

@bewarethesharpes

Christine Cushing was always envious of what her sister had, just because she was the first born and that she could see ghosts. That was something she didn’t really care to have, Edith described it as something uncomfortable to ever possess. But this time, it was different. This time, she had him. What made Edith so special to obtain him, was it that she could write better? That she could see dead people? What the hell was wrong with herself? No matter, this being was going to become her own, perhaps. It was not her official plan but she didn’t know for certain.