Harvey's Hardware, for all your pipe bomb needs [OPEN]

[eyeforaneye]

Harvey's Hardware seems like a perfectly innocuous establishment in the southwest corner of Ealing. Old, not terribly well taken care of, but stocked to the brim with a huge assortment of tools and supplies of varying quality (and age). When was the last time anyone came to inspect this place?

Regardless, upon stepping inside you'll find no one named Harvey on the property at all. Instead there's a surly young man behind the counter, someone who looks both tired and wholly too alert at the same time, armed with a thermos of coffee, a stack of manuals on fixing god knows what, and a book of Gaelic poetry.

[A]

Maybe you're just perusing the shelves, minding your own business, when you hear a voice from the till: "Loitering's prohibited. There's a sign outside that says so. If you need something specific, ask." Rude tactic but you'd be amazed at how much product Sasuke can move out of this place by being pushy.

[B]

Maybe instead you were lured in by the sign in the window that advertises a 'buy one get one free' deal on all items of equivalent value in the store. Maybe you even went so far as to ask about the promotion. The answer?

"That sign is from 2009. The guy that worked here before me glued it on instead of affixing it normally. The boss found out last year when he tried to remove it, and that's why he isn't here anymore." All that to say... "That deal's invalid. No discounts."

[C]

Or maybe you're just here to ask for recommendations or buy some hardware. Up to you! Feel free to message me if you have something specific in mind that you want set up.

Comments

[whatmatters]

"What about the Night Council?" It was both related and not. Ringer knew the Council liked to control what they could. If Islington was trying to make a move, they likely had the Council's support or blessing, which could mean even more trouble. Although she felt no more fondness for werewolves than any other creature, she worried that they might be driven out completely. The enemy of her enemy and all. The werewolves were the closest thing she had to a natural ally at present.

Ringer accepted her change and pocketed the money. She slid the box to the counter's edge, waiting to conclude their conversation before she left entirely.

[eyeforaneye]

"I couldn't say, though if I had more information I wouldn't mind giving it to you. As it is I don't have any particular in with the vampires and most of what I have instead are speculations."

A pause. "That and more weapons to defend yourself. I'll begin delivering them to Hillingdon House upon request so let me know if your arsenal ever needs bolstering." Gotta' get that lackluster business plug in somewhere.

[whatmatters]

"Thanks." The information was better than nothing, even if not quite what she'd hoped. Ringer gave a nod of acknowledgement, her version of a smile of gratitude, and collected the box into her arms. The ability to have supplies delivered might be helpful too. If nothing else, she had made an acquaintance and possible future ally. "I'll let you know when I need more."

With that, she turned to go, having what she'd come for and more.