Imagine
Virgil is shopping for makeup, which is rare in itself - he usually gets Roman to do it for him (that guy is a mixture of no shame and an impeccable taste in makeup). But Roman's busy today, helping Thomas think up some Christmas skits for next month. Logan's with them, shooting down the more outlandish ideas and rationalizing the slightly less extreme ones. And Patton... well, Dad's not actually busy right now, but he is playing with puppies, which means he's probably upset and doesn't want to be bothered. Virgil will check on him later.
But yeah, there isn't anyone that Virgil can send, so he's forced to go himself. So now he's walking into the closest makeup shop (he doesn't even see the big sign, he just wants to get this over with) and there's a bored employee behind the counter, an open bottle of polish remover next to the register and she's cleaning orange and black polish off her long nails. She glances up at Virgil when he stops awkwardly just inside the entrance. Virgil feels her giving him a once-over, but if she's surprised she doesn't show it. Instead she waves a finger in the direction of one of the aisles and says: "Eyeliner's that way."
Virgil's a little confused as to how she knew that that's what he's looking for, but he heads off in the direction she's pointing anyway. There's another customer in the aisle and Virgil avoids her, hovering anxiously near the Maybelline products instead of his preferred Essence eyeliners, where she's browsing. They eyeball each other from opposite sides of the aisle and Virgil notices that she looks exactly the same as the employee. They must be twins.
Virgil's trying to figure how to get to his product while maintaining as much distance from the other customer as possible when the shop door opens again. Neither Virgil nor the other customer can see the door from where they're situated, but Virgil can sure as hell feel the dark, ominous aura as someone enters the shop. He hears the cashier direct the person towards the aisle he's in and he nopes out. Ignoring the other customer, he grabs his eyeliner and turns up the next aisle and heads for the door, as quickly as his dignity allows him. He pauses by the front counter to throw a twenty in the direction of the cashier and he's gone.
Darkiplier pays for his products a few minutes later with some definitely-not-legally-valid notes, and after a chilling crack of his neck, also leaves Morgan's Emporium.
The cashier's slightly shellshocked twin approaches the counter and dumps her products on the white surface. She reaches for the open bottle of nail polish remover and, without hesitation, chugs the entire bottle. When it's empty, she drops it amongst her pile of goodies and looks at her sister.
"You really need to start stocking alcohol if I'm gonna work here, Lenni. Especially if those two are examples of your normal clientele."
Lenni ignores her in favour of grabbing another bottle of nail polish remover. Kenni sighed.
"Or at least get some damn holy water."
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This was inspired by an exchange between two people I follow that I reblogged earlier. It was funny and I wanted to introduce something I'll be starting called Morgan's Emporium - a shop in which the employees all look similar with a very strange clientele. Morgan's Emporium is a place outside reality that exists in many places but only one place. No matter where you enter, you end up in the same shop. However, ME seems to escape the notice of the mortal eye, catering only to the needs of those not so mundane. ME changes to suit the purposes of of those within it, so you can that those employed there are anything but ordinary - but in what way? I'd greatly appreciate prompts especially now as I'm starting this out. If you want a character or ego of your own you wanna cameo here then all you gotta do is ask!
Thanks for reading guys, I'll see y'all next time! Here's comes the nope train, goin off to nopeville! Choo Choo!
