MISSION ONE: STRIKE AGAINST THE GREEN WALL | Closed

[soul_sister]

Date & Time: Monday, August 26th, 2013
Location: New York City
Characters: Rosette, Chrono, Tempest
Summary: THE FINEST IN GATHERING MISSIONS, also known as culture shock, the log.
Warnings: srs rpers!! NONE

[Three Transports are discretely dropped into a back alley, a few blocks away from a friendly, neighborhood corporate Walgreens. Dumpsters and service doors to various stores facing the roadway line the box filled alley. Above them, metal fire escapes curve up and up, scaling floors of the large concrete buildings.

At the sole exit to the alley, light pours through, as well as the roar of the crowds and traffic beyond.]

So, okay guys. Cool, collected. Businesslike.

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[soul_sister]

[Rosette, for her part, seemed preoccupied in blazing the trail for their motley trio. When Chrono grabbed onto her sleeve, she simply reversed the grip and took a hold of his hand as if it were the most natural thing. The exchange drowning into the background of the crowd.]

Here!

Okay! Is everyone ready?

[What appears to be a segmented glass wall stands in front of them.]






Does anyone see a door?

[overclocking]

[There are no interesting faces happening here!! He focuses instead on being tugged through the throng of people, and pulls up short when they reach their—apparent—destination.

... He seems just as at a loss as Rosette does.]

It looks like all they have is windows...

[hyanaimne]

[. . . this is the oddest apothecary she's ever seen.

No, this is the weirdest shop she's ever seen. It was so bright. And red. And full of people]

. . . perhaps this is not the entrance?

1/2

[soul_sister]

[Rosette shifts from one foot to the other, scouring the walls of the shop that she can make out.]

I don't see any. Let's just...

[She takes a step onto the mat.]

[soul_sister]

[And suddenly, the very wall of windows seems to part in front of her with a loud WHOOSH and a blast of cold air. With a yelp of alarm, she scrambles back, yanking Chrono with her.]

WHAT?!

[overclocking]

[He yelps, himself, though it's unclear whether it's in response to the door or the sudden manhandling.]

Hey! Be careful! [HOW DID YOU BREAK THE STORE ALREADY?]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest scrambles right back with them, a hand going for the sword that isn't there out of instinct.

What kind of window parted this way?! Was it done through a magic spell? But she couldn't sense anything! What was going on]

What the—

[soul_sister]

[THE STORE IS NOT BROKEN!!! Or if it is, it's not her fault. NOT AT ALL.]

...




...... You go first.

[overclocking]

[Well, there's no fire, and there are no alarms going off, and aside from the small crowd watching three lunatics attempting to enter a Walgreens, there don't seem to be any security or police swooping in to mitigate. So maybe...

... But still.]

...


After you, Tempest.

[hyanaimne]

[N O P E.

Tempest reaches back and finds the first piece of clothing she can find (Rosette's, fortunately or unfortunately) and tugs forward, sending the girl stumbling into the . . there wasn't even a word for what stood before them, but Rosette was going to experience it first]

[soul_sister]

[There is nothing subtle about any of this. There's a startled, distressed noise from her as she stumbles through the entrance... arms windmilling.


More alarmingly, perhaps. The window CLOSES BEHIND HER.]

[overclocking]

[He stares at Tempest in alarm for a moment, before whipping around at the WHOOSH of the doors.

What...? Surely this isn't a trap. The United Earth doesn't even exist in this year, does it? He steps forward immediately (practically on instinct), prepared to break the glass if he has to, and- immediately jumps back when the doors WHOOSH open again.

... ...]

It's-

It's a door that opens by itself?

[hyanaimne]

[ . . . well then]

But - how . . . ?

[Tempest hesitantly takes a few steps forward, then quickly moves in between the glass before it closes again. The door slides closed behind her, and she turns to watch it with a mix of interest and horror, because it's still crazy]

[soul_sister]

[In the mean time, Rosette is already down one of the aisles, checking out vitamins. Because SCREW YOU TRAITORS!!]

[overclocking]

[Struck by the sudden alarm of being alone on the street of Alien Future New York, Chrono scuttles in after Tempest, hesitating only briefly on the pad should the doors be a fluke.

(They aren't.)

Of course, Rosette is already out of sight, so he turns to Tempest instead (after flicking a nervous glance at the bored teenager operating the cash register).]

So... gauze, right?

[hyanaimne]

[the store is . . . something. It's no shop or apothecary she's ever seen, and there was just so much to see. But it wasn't hard to see that, over the aisles (she was just tall enough) there was a whole section dedicated to what they were trying to find.

She glances down at Chrono and nods, then after a moment, offers him a hand]

And other things, but that first. Come on.

[soul_sister]

[In the meantime, on the other side of the store, you can hear a familiar voice raised in incredulity.]

WHAT? Seriously?

[overclocking]

[He blinks at the offered hand a few times, clearly taken aback, but he's moved to take it before really thinking about it. The only one who ever makes such overtures is Rosette, and he's never turned away from them; it's basically muscle memory by now.

—And then, of course, he's jolted out of it as he cranes his neck around to locate the voice. (Craning his neck does absolutely nothing because he would need a stool to see over the aisles.)]

Rosette-? [Another nervous glance at Tempest as he calls back.] What did you do now?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest sighs, heavily, and reaches up to rub at her face. Honestly, they'd only been in the store less than a minute . . .

Wordlessly, she tugs Chrono in the direction Rosette's voice came from]

[soul_sister]

[She looks over to them, a bewildered expression, as she holds SUPER FEMALE FLY LIBIDO ENHANCER, a bottle priced at a hundred dollars...] Why would you even n-



... What are you two doing?

[overclocking]

[Looks at Rosette... looks at Tempest... What are they doing-?

And then remembers their hands.

He practically pinwheels in his haste to pull away, unsure why he feels cowed. (Or maybe, why he feels like a 12 year old being led through a store by their mother. Absurd.)]

Nothing-! Anyway, what's the matter?

[hyanaimne]

[she lets go easily, giving him a strange look. She then shrugs, letting the two converse while she wanders back over to the first aid supplies. Though she calls over her shoulder before disappearing down an aisle:]

Do not spend too long playing.

[soul_sister]

WHO'S PLAYING?

[She huffs, pushing up her sleeves. She had been in the middle of a very serious search for aspirin when the PRICES OF THESE THINGS...]

Can you believe how much this costs?

[overclocking]

Well, you have to take inflation into account... [He walks over and takes the box from her, turning it this way and that, curiously.] What is it for?

[soul_sister]

[She shrugs. The ingredients meant absolutely nothing to her.]

Beats me. Maybe it's some sort of new fangled beauty thing?