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Lottie had been in a weird mood all day, after strange dreams all night full of aliens and hunters and chicken-faced beasts that called her "mommy".

And onions. So many onions.

And then she kept finding more onions around the dorms all day. Just looking at them made her stomach hurt.

So sometime around sunset, she'd decided she needed ice cream. There was little in this world that couldn't be fixed with ice cream! So she headed off to Chilly Boulder, ate her fill of banana splits, and already felt better by the time it was full dark.

Of course, that meant walking home. In the dark. While weird screams echoed in the distance. And she had the weirdest feeling like something was following her. . . .

She glanced back over her shoulder towards the alley, catching the streetlights glinting yellow green off a crooked grin, and shrieked.

"NIGHTSTALKER!!!!!"

[ooc: because I love my creepy hope-eating pre-walnut. Open!]

The store's stereo system was back to playing 90s German techno again. Lottie was not really amused by it.

"You couldn't at least make it Ramstein?"

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Lottie hadn't been quite as affected by the recent alien abduction as a lot of other folks. Honestly, she'd mostly had fun with it. Which was probably why her idea of an appropriate way to unwind from it was to spend her day at Groovy Tunes listening to songs about shipwrecks and shootings.

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Today's music was a little too intelligible to be properly metal, but it did involve some nice discordant yelling at each other, so Lottie was still digging it pretty well.

She especially appreciated the combination of violin with relentless snare drum. She could totally play relentless snare drum. She should become a drummer! Hopefully Jono wouldn't mind her banging on everything in the store with pencils for the day. She'd lose interest and develop some other idle musical fantasy by the end of her shift, anyway.

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Lottie had managed to stumble her way into the wrong bathroom this morning before work, dealing a painful blow to her fragile adolescent sense of self. So when she was rummaging through the supply closet at Groovy Tunes and found a little pot of glittery nail polish, she decided it was time to over compensate and girly the fuck up.

Which would be why she was perched on the check out desk, painting glittery streaks over her toe nails (and lets be real, most of the rest of her foot as well), with her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she gossiped with Mildred back home.

"Bright pink," she said. "Electric pink. In streaks all the way around my hair. It'd be well amazin!"

"Is that -- Lottie, are you listening to Ariana Grande?"

"I dunno, probably." Lottie tilted her head to admire her sparkly toes. "The video is about pashing at the end of the world."

"Since when do you think about pashing?" Mildred gasped. "LOTTIE DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?"

Lottie's eyes went wide. "Is that what I'm s'posed to do next? Noooooooo!"

[eh I dunno, three I Nevers for the price of one! Open!]

Lottie had finally found herself some proper black metal to play on the store's sound system. She'd never actually managed to play it on such a large system before. She could feel the singer's screaming vibrate her hair.

She loved this job.

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It was Lottie's first day of work ever. This called for her very best cool record store girl look (which mostly meant wearing sunglasses and excessive eyeliner), and all the selfies.

Shauna and Mildred were initially very excited by these when Lottie started sending them to them, but got a bit tired of it by her fifteenth "dancing in the aisles" shot.

Then she found her first Beatles album cover and sent a shot of her holding it up and making a confused and disappointed face and the responses started pouring in again. omg wth theyre so boring looking! sent Mildred. Which one is which? They all look exactly the same. wrote Shauna, who had the cutest habit of actually spelling things out and punctuating them in her text messages.

i kno! Lottie sent back. And added a half dozen poop emojis. & they cant even spell!

[ooc: for context. Open!]