Mission Objective 1: Locate supply point
WHO: Madarame and ANYBODY ELSE except elle
WHERE: A Japanese/Chinese grocery store
WHEN: May 22, around 4pm
WARNINGS: Nerd.
SUMMARY: Madarame is grocery shopping while low on sleep. Surely this will end well.
FORMAT: what. the flip. ever.
So far, Madarame's life in the City (which was not New York at all, or so he'd been told numerous times to his continued confusion) was going as smoothly as could be expected. From Madarame, at least. He'd stayed up the entire night. There were plans to be made, there was information to be gathered. And, of course, entirely different anime lineups to watch. It only stood to reason that, if characters he considered fictional were physical here, then the available media would be vastly different.
Still, the unavailability of new KujiAn episodes was aggravating.
At around noon, he'd ventured forth from his provided apartment, which to his minor disappointment was just an apartment, to search for supplies. True, his quarters had been stocked with provisions, but the available stock was a little... demanding of labor.
After several hours of exploration and an extended detour to Book Off, he discovered a rather nice (if small) grocery store specializing in Japanese goods. A boon, to say the least. With a handbasket already full to overflowing with convenient instant noodles and soup, he continued his patrol of the store. He made a stop at the canned foods shelf, mostly out of curiosity. Who eats canned fish? Not him. Unless it was the cheapest thing, of course. He grabbed one of the larger cans of salmon off the shelf, only to realize too late that it was what he would later come to call a "load-bearing can". The faulty shelf corner squeaked innocuously before loosing its burden of canned crab, sending many cans toppling to the linoleum floor. Madarame, quick as ever, managed to grab exactly one of them.
And it promptly exploded in his hand.
Huh.
"Eheeeeh..." he waved a crab juice-soaked hand at the poor wide-eyed clerk. "That was my fault! I don't know my own strength! I'll pay for the broken ones, you have my word!"
WHERE: A Japanese/Chinese grocery store
WHEN: May 22, around 4pm
WARNINGS: Nerd.
SUMMARY: Madarame is grocery shopping while low on sleep. Surely this will end well.
FORMAT: what. the flip. ever.
So far, Madarame's life in the City (which was not New York at all, or so he'd been told numerous times to his continued confusion) was going as smoothly as could be expected. From Madarame, at least. He'd stayed up the entire night. There were plans to be made, there was information to be gathered. And, of course, entirely different anime lineups to watch. It only stood to reason that, if characters he considered fictional were physical here, then the available media would be vastly different.
Still, the unavailability of new KujiAn episodes was aggravating.
At around noon, he'd ventured forth from his provided apartment, which to his minor disappointment was just an apartment, to search for supplies. True, his quarters had been stocked with provisions, but the available stock was a little... demanding of labor.
After several hours of exploration and an extended detour to Book Off, he discovered a rather nice (if small) grocery store specializing in Japanese goods. A boon, to say the least. With a handbasket already full to overflowing with convenient instant noodles and soup, he continued his patrol of the store. He made a stop at the canned foods shelf, mostly out of curiosity. Who eats canned fish? Not him. Unless it was the cheapest thing, of course. He grabbed one of the larger cans of salmon off the shelf, only to realize too late that it was what he would later come to call a "load-bearing can". The faulty shelf corner squeaked innocuously before loosing its burden of canned crab, sending many cans toppling to the linoleum floor. Madarame, quick as ever, managed to grab exactly one of them.
And it promptly exploded in his hand.
Huh.
"Eheeeeh..." he waved a crab juice-soaked hand at the poor wide-eyed clerk. "That was my fault! I don't know my own strength! I'll pay for the broken ones, you have my word!"