[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL 
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	Wayland and Calypso run around the shop like they haven't seen the place in a fortnight rather than two nights. I hear something crash in the back before the two of them coming ripping up to the front. [color=#DB7093]"Enough!!"[/color] I yell at them. The two of the freeze and stare at me before they slink off. I huff a sigh and shake my head. Children.

	A few moments later, the door dings and I welcome the first patron of the day. I warn them of the cats and thankfully they don't have a problem with felines. I've lost customers because of it but I also gained a lot, as well. The universe always had a way of balancing itself out.

	I work all morning, making a order for some good I can't find local or grow myself. I help a few patrons and tell them I'll be closed early. And I get excited that I have new growth in a couple of pots. It really is a full morning.

	After I finish cleaning up the mess the cats left behind I look at them both. [color=#DB7093]"Best behaviours, alright? I don't need to come back tonight or tomorrow to find the place in ruins."[/color] They blink innocently up at me and I sigh before I give them a handful of treats and leave.

	From where I am, the bus ride is about half an hour to where Nic wanted to meet up. As we travel, I search on my phone all the different places that around that bus stop, trying to deduce what he might have us doing at ten o'clock in the morning.