harper and herbert

Who: Harper and Herbert
When: 2PM and onward
Where: Nevermore

Harper stood in the stacks straightening the shelves, she was always a little anal about making sure things were in the correct order and looking nice- probably one of the reasons Dorian had kept her employed. She was wearing a sweater that was held on by one arm and draped over the other shoulder, her cast still causing issues with clothing that she had just given up and the less she had to try and put on over the cast the better. She’d gotten another call from her aunt that morning, (she let it go to voicemail), who had been calling once a week for the past couple weeks, Harper suspected it was because her birthday was nearing in the next few months and she wanted to try and get in touch before hand. She tried not to think of that though and continued to organize the shelves, the day had picked up a bit previously but was slowing down again, she anticipated it picking up a bit in a little while but hoped that she’d have time to help Herbert get settled before it did.

Since it was his first day on the job, and because he was rarely late anyway, Herbert pulled up to Nevermore a few minutes before two. He wore what he hoped would pass for work clothes-- he hadn't had a chance to wash the ones from the funeral, and the thrift stores he could afford didn't have a terribly wide selection that could fit him-- though he still only had his boots or his sneakers for shoes, so he'd gone with the boots. He just hoped he was presentable.

Who: Herbert and Harper
When: Afternoon/Evening
Where: Voicemail/Phone

After a very boring voicemail greeting.

"Hello? God I hope this is the right number. This is Harper Conroy calling from Nevermore Books for Herbert Cayce, I was wondering if you were still interested in that job. If so please give me a call."

The message included the phone number to call back at.

Who: Harper and Herbert
When: about 4:30
Where: The phones, then Nevermore

Harper had been forced to work double shifts for the past week because of the manager leaving. Although Mathis had promoted her and given her permission to hire someone on, which was nice, but with all the catch up from stock finally coming in and everything she hadn’t had much chance to even think about it other than a passing thought. Finally she managed to sit down and look at the single application she had which had been given to her before she was promoted. Harper pulled the phone up and dialed the number on the sheet; it was still a little awkward, her arm hadn’t completely healed yet and was still in a cast, but would be coming off within the week (or so the doctor said).

Putting the phone to her ear she waited for it to ring.

Who: Herbert and Harper
Where: Nevermore
When: Midday

There were only two places Herbert knew to look for Harper: her house, or Nevermore, the bookstore she said she worked for. That Dorian owned. And that wasn't actually destroyed, like some other shops, Herbert noted as he coasted up to it. Since Harper wasn't at her house, he sure hoped she was here. He hadn't seen her since she sent him off in a taxi, and he needed to at least make sure she was okay.

The werebear, his bruises finally starting to fade a little and the band-aids on his neck gone from the scabbed-over cut, locked up his bicycle outside and headed in. There was definite "Harper is here" smell, the minute he walked in the door, and he followed his nose over to the counter.

Who: Harper and Herbert
When: 30 minutes after night fall.
Where: Nevermore then a few blocks south of Washington

Harper had heard the explosion, it was loud and only a few blocks away. The sound of sirens and smell of smoke that found it's way down the block was reason enough for Harper to close up shop early. She did all the closing work and locked up before heading out. Things were slower than she may have like seeing as she kept getting flashes of flames, gunfire and other things that reminded her of waving limbs. Tonight was not a good night.