Owner	Pose
Alison Blaire	"That was a lot more than I planned on spending in one day," Alison chuckles as she sips from her soda, the daylight fading fast outside the windows of the diner. Several plastic bags from several stores share her side of the booth with her. She passes review like a sergeant going over the troops- shoes because they're practical. Shoes because they're impractical. Jacket because how could you not, really- and then there was the bag with the logo that began with L and ended in O, and which contained a rather large box. And it had almost been as expensive as some of the other purchases. "Absolutely no regrets, however," she says, patting the bag and smiling. One hand reaches out for her soda and she takes another sip, "And if I wear half of this stuff onstage I'm pretty sure I could write it off as a business expense." Well, except for the contents of the box.
Joan Wright	"Sometimes the expense is worth it." A brown haired companion speaks from the opposite side of the table. Her booth is much less cluttered but the reason for that is the focuse of her shop was solely from a certain stop. It took some doing but Joan finally tracked one down in the city. Introduced when she was still going through school, she had missed her initial chance to purchase the place but NOW it is hers. Joan Wright is now the proud owner of the Sydney Opera House! In LEGO form. Some assembly required. Bagged purchase hugged to her chest and a big grin on her face, the architect tilts her eyes down to her prize. "No regrets here either." Joan agrees, "I'm going to enjoy putting this together when I get home." She tilts forward to try and reach her straw but upon failing to do so, she looks to the box regretfully.
Alison Blaire	"It was a hard choice for me," Alison says, picking up the box from the bag to look at it. "It was either this or the Yellow Submarine set, but I figured tat a tiny working piano was too much to pass up." She puts the LEGO box back into the bag, "But maybe next time. You know, a couple of years ago I saw Lady Gaga live and for one of her sets she had this almost transparent piano that fired off colored lasers depending on which key she pressed and thought it was cool." She smirks, "Of course, I don't need lasers to do that... but maybe some day I'll get big enough to duet with her at her piano and add a little more /dazzle/ to the routine. Here's hoping, right?" she grins. It's not that she isn't famous, but-it's a matter of several degrees of 'fame'. "In the meantime, this little guy will serve as my reminder." She pats the box. "It'll also take me forever to put it together. I love this stuff but I am terribly clumsy with it."
Joan Wright	"Oh yes that'll take you some time." Joan agrees, looking to the piano set, "The Opera set has less pieces than that." The box is reluctantly slid off Joan's lap to take the spot beside her on the booth. "But the feeling you get finishing it will be amazing." Joan continues, no able to reach the straw of her drink. "I was surprised that store even had the one I got. That one was retired."
Alison Blaire	"You mean the feeling of accomplishment after hours or days of going 'goddamnit /where/ did that piece fall into /now/?" Alison grins. She's very much dressed down in her 'incognito' garb: the scrunchied-up hair, old t-shirt and raggy jeans, mousy glasses and just a touch of stage make-up to trick people far enough away to think her nose might be just a tad broader, cheekbones far more pronounced. It's not fool-proof, but it works surprisingly often enough. "My dad swears he still steps on pieces from the Curse of the Pharaoh set I had as a child. Through the rug. And yet never manages to actually find them." Alison ponders. "Maybe I should assemble them in a Clean Room!"
Joan Wright	Joan laughs at the comments about missing LEGOs leading to the cursing. "I can't lie. It can be emotional at times." With no box to hinder her, Joan leans in a bit conspiratorially, "I kind of first manifested over a LEGO set. Imagine a teen girl assembling a 5,192 piece Millennium Falcon only for it to go tumbling off the table when she was almost done." She leans back. "It sounds like your parents could have used the bedsheet trick."
Alison Blaire	"Maybe mom, but all there was was dad, and he's not exactly the most..." She fishes for the right word, "-most person at times. He would rather curse the wind than close the window, if you catch my drift?" She takes a sip of her soda, "Which is why he has the perfect temperament to sit on the bench and I only lasted through pre-law," she chuckles. "Five thousand piece Falcon just falling- yes, I can see how that would trigger /some/ type of manifestation. In most kids, it's usually a tantrum. In your case?" she grins and gestures with her hands, "Woosh."
Joan Wright	"Ah. Prefers complaining instead of resolving?" Joan asks, her tone lifting in inquiry. "I could imagine that could be a bit disheartening over time." Joan nods, "Falcon rebuilt itself before I was done cursing and before my parents had a chance to ground me for the language used."