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[alan_shore]

Who: Alan Shore and some brave souls
What: A day in the life.
Where: Everywhere. (The El, Flyside, Aspic, the locale of your choice.)
When: Sukkardi
Notes: Format essentially stolen from Samm. Except for the part where I can't get that box thing to work.
Warnings: Smugness. Legalese. Gratuitous discussion of pie, probably.

Tag into one of the threads below or devise a scenario of your choosing.

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[wingaaardium.livejournal.com]

Brain teasers? Puzzles? Mysterious contraptions?

Of course Hermione is in here. She glances up when Alan comes in and gives him a polite, blank of smile, but aside from that pays little attention; instead, she returns quickly to studying some kind of sphere made of fine silver wire, with little coloured glass beads strung along it. She's not sure exactly what it is, but it might well be the distant cousin of a Rubik's cube. She's certainly treating it as a puzzle, leaning down to where it sits and reaching out to gingerly shift a red bead along a wire.

At which point it clamps down on her fingertip, and she pulls her hand swiftly free with a slight gasp- "Ow!" -before glaring disapprovingly at the contraption.

[alan_shore]

The shop being what it is, Alan doesn't begrudge Hermione her abstracted air--he simply smiles in return and proceeds to let fancy lead him where it will. He's peering into a kaleidoscope--a handsome, slim wood number poised between a pair of clawlike supports--when she cries out. With a quick jerk of his head, he looks up. His feet carry him a few instinctive steps toward her before reason prevails over surprise and concern.

“Don't tell me it bites,” he says, his smile tentative. “Are you all right?”