It was a dark and stormy night. No, that's an understatement, right now, it was so bad you could barely see your feet much less trying to get home. In an area where AC was something that people needed maybe for a week or two of a year this Summer had been unbearable. Between the significantly higher than record temperatures and the rainfall that was challenging the records, it had been a muggy Summer. The city was already hard at work trying to keep people safe, well, safer from the heat. The efforts had redoubled after a few sick and elderly passed away. Even normal people were sometimes seeing things after being heat exhausted. As big as the city was and as hard economically as they were, people still had the sense to try to look after reach other, at least when they weren't trying to strangle each other as tempers flared along with the temperatures.
But, for the moment, you could all be trapped in a far worse place than Remember When. Remember When had opened a few months ago and was still in that awkward are they going to make it or not stage. Clearly the owner, Rachel, didn't have much of a sense of sales presentation. The store was filled with mismatched rack after rack of books, VHS, comics, dvds and random nicknacks. Truth be told, if you were trying to find something through a logical search pattern you better give up before you started, you weren't going to find it. On the other hand, if you reached out and grabbed something at random, chances were you were going to find something that you didn't know that you really wanted. That book from your childhood that you read a hundred times but had forgotten about it as you got older- there. That CD from your new favorite artist that no one had heard of, well, you just laid your fingers on it.
There were other things that kept people coming back to Remember When. Rachel may look like the winds had their way with her, but she Listened to people and remembered. Not just vaguely hearing out of her ear, she actually treated what people said to her like it is important. It didn't hurt that she was cute in an old enough to be your Mom's youngest sister kind of way. Rachel's constant companion was a large brown cat with sweeping elven ears (looks like a caracal), It wasn't unusual for there to be some kind of odd little hot out of oven treat either. They were never what you would see on Martha Stewart either, they were always well.. politely said.. different. Good, but different. In the back rooms, there was supposed to be a small recording studio. A small apartment is upstairs.
The hour goes late, curfews are soon, and the hour of closing is coming soon. On the other hand, the rain isn't showing any signs of lifting anytime soon. Rachel is behind the counter trying, in her scattered way, to look through some job applications and shows no signs of wanting to shoo you out into that mess.
Okay, hopefully set enough of a scene to start you folk off. Plenty of more information is available with the right actions (and rolls). Go!