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.

Comments

[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?

[overclocking]

[If only he knew what libido meant...

He hands it back to her, shrugging.]

If it isn't what we came here for, we don't have to worry about it, right? We're not here to window shop.

[soul_sister]

[For them it's a generally non applicable word anyway. She puts it back on the shelf carelessly and starts hunting down the line.]

Haaa, even this early, they have cold cures... I wonder if we should get some too.

[overclocking]

[He follows behind her, eying the rows upon rows of boxes blankly.]

Maybe... [Pauses, squinting at a box.] They have cures for things I've never even heard of...

[soul_sister]

[Finding her target, she starts loading up the basket with ... pretty much the contents of the shelves.]

Maybe they have different diseases in the future.

[overclocking]

[Chrono doesn't pay too much mind to what she's putting in the basket, which is his first mistake of the day.

He rounds the corner of the isle, peering across the store.]

Tempest? Did you find gauze yet?

[hyanaimne]

[a hand pops over the aisle she's in, waving it back and forth in a "yes, yes, I'm doing what I'm supposed to" kind of gesture]

That and other things.

[soul_sister]

Other things?

[She drops the bottle of laxatives into the cart without thought and peeks around the corner.]

[overclocking]

[Chrono's a step ahead of her, following that hand over the aisles.]

Did we need other things...?

[hyanaimne]

[she's in the aisle with all the pain relievers. Somewhere she'd found a basket of her own, and it's filled near to the top of with gauze of all sizes. In her free hand, there's a bottle of ibuprofen]

Medicines called ibuprofen and acetaminophen. And I suppose anything else that would be useful. [she waves the bottle at him] Pain relievers.