The sound of the bell grows a bit louder before coming to a stop. In it’s place a jolly old man’s voice bellows through. “Ohohoh! I am Sultana Ska, a humble woodcarver who has opened this shop! My only intent is to spread the holiday joy Sir!”
“You think I’m a chump! I can see through your scam! What is this a front for? Gambling, alcohol, stealing Jimmy’s women?”
“Oh no, no, no! All that is in this shop are small toys filled to the brim with love. I spend hours working and perfecting each little creation. Putting the right sparkle in the dollie’s eyes and finding the right wheel for the choo-choo trains. The only thing this is a front for is for spreading smiles to everyone in town.”
“Have you seen my radio show?” Jimmy interjects boastfully, “I’ve got that covered, chump. NO ONE IS BELIEVING YOU FOR A SECOND! You’re trying to lure children in here to do your dirty work! Someone has to be the runners for all that illegal Lunatoneshine!”
Another bellowing laugh comes through the radio as the jolly old man responds. “Ohohoh! Sir, I can say for sure that this shop is no illusion. The toys inside are made of 100% real pine wood I gathered from the forest. I sew all the clothes for the dolls and make all the mechanisms for the toy helicopters.”
“Of course! You hide the shine in the toys! Brilliant move, but not brilliant enough for….” He’s cut off as the bell rings, and another voice is heard. This one is clearly feminine, though not lacking masculine qualities, as it was also deep and smooth. It spoke sweetly, “Alright, Rahim. You can get one toy for you and pick out one for Nalani, okay?”
Sam Knighton glances up at Jimmy, who was carrying a microphone in one hand and a portable radio transmitter in the other. I’m going to assume that was possible in the 50s. May be wrong, but… That’s been cannon for too long to go back on it now. A young boy of Alkiri complexion, wearing more layers than an onion, clung to her leg with a nervous, timid look about himself as he looks around the toy shop. Sam glares at the Jimmy, and her lip curls into a snarl. She removes her glove to squeeze the knife clipped to her belt. She’d hate to have to stab a man in front of her son.
((I figured it would be fun to do another forums post so I put this together with queso, I hope you have fun and remember to follow the forum RP rules and have a good holiday season!))