[]001[] - [(Accidental) Video]
[If anyone can hold a record for items gained in such a short span of time, it would likely be a kender. He'd taken his time exploring the hospital, with more than a few things finding their way into his possession, and with no pouches in which he'd usually store such things, Tas had to make do with a lab coat he'd found.
...the lab coat's all but been forgotten, replaced and discarded in favor of some brightly colored leggings, a shirt and jacket (how convenient that he'd found an entire section with clothing sized just for him!), and while the bags and purses he'd found were nothing like the pouches he preferred, he found them to be most interesting in design. The contents of his lab coat pockets had been transferred to one of several fanny packs, and the kender has been quick to begin filling them. So many things in this one place- a store?]
...but why would the afterlife have a store? Well, I suppose it might get boring... Hm?
[The voice is somewhat muffled, the phone sounding like it's stuffed away somewhere, and gradually something can be seen as the sounds of items being shifted and the rustle of material soon gives way once the phone is brought to light. The almost childlike face that stares at the phone in wonder breaks into a smile.]
Ah! Was it you, talking box? I was worried when you were all quiet. Maybe you'll say something to me now?
...the lab coat's all but been forgotten, replaced and discarded in favor of some brightly colored leggings, a shirt and jacket (how convenient that he'd found an entire section with clothing sized just for him!), and while the bags and purses he'd found were nothing like the pouches he preferred, he found them to be most interesting in design. The contents of his lab coat pockets had been transferred to one of several fanny packs, and the kender has been quick to begin filling them. So many things in this one place- a store?]
...but why would the afterlife have a store? Well, I suppose it might get boring... Hm?
[The voice is somewhat muffled, the phone sounding like it's stuffed away somewhere, and gradually something can be seen as the sounds of items being shifted and the rustle of material soon gives way once the phone is brought to light. The almost childlike face that stares at the phone in wonder breaks into a smile.]
Ah! Was it you, talking box? I was worried when you were all quiet. Maybe you'll say something to me now?