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Monday, Spring 1 | 7:00AM 
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The sun was vacant to the Island today, no light truly pans through the clouds and as much as Rosemary enjoyed the sky how it is, there would be no good business today. No one really came in when it rained. Church the night before was very empty due to the snow that previous evening and even the sleepy little town expected the day after would be a bit of a quiet one.

Sliding free from her bed, she moves to her dresser to groom herself and greet her grandmother for the day- a single picture sitting upon the vanity adorned by the pearls she would wear on the sunniest of days. "Good morning Nanny" she says in her dull, tired voice. pressing a kiss to her hand and sliding it onto the frame, she goes off to shower and prep for the morning. 

In good time, maybe a minute or so late, the closed sign was switched to open and Rosie migrated herself back to the desk to enjoy some quiet time before the normal hustle and bustle of the day began, usually with the occasional foreigner or even just a traveler passing through. The expectation of someone to come in during this day was however short-lived in her mind- it quietly shifted to a sigh and sliding her head onto the counter. 

"No one is going to come in today if the weather is crumby like this..." she moans and grumbles. a Quick moment of despair fluttered in for a second. "Oh wait..." she perks up a little. "It's new year's day... isn't it....wait... Alice isn't manning the tailor desk..."

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The Door bursts open with a thud before the annoyed Rosie marches to the window and thrusts open the curtains- the screams of a slightly younger woman curdles across the house and out into the street as sunlight breaks into her eyes- trying to readjust to the sudden invasion of her room. The sudden throwing and tossing of pillows and other objects directed at Rosemary were in vain- each pillow was caught or knocked to the floor with simple gestures before dainty and pathetic coughs erupt from the mound of blankets regurgitating the cushions. 

"Get up"
"Nuuu"
"Get. up. now"
"I said No!"
"It's not my fault you were up late last night with my brandy"
"But it tastes good! I only get to drink once a year..."
"Get up now, Alice! Get to your station"

A pillow was taken and smashed across Alice's face before Rosie leaves the room, and shutting the door behind her. Alice groans, rolling from the bed onto the floor and off to the bathroom. Emerging from such fully dressed she moves out to the store front, sitting in her chair and stares groggy eyed at the order she needed to finish today- a wedding dress ordered from the city with special instruction to include fine details, ones she was afraid to do at first. Taking her needle and one full pull into the fabric, Alice began her work, humming a little tune to herself while Rosie returns from the back, book in hand and sits into her own position. The store, now open for the first day of the year lay open for patrons, and happy to be of the town's- or anyone's for that matter- service.