[Event]

[memoryistime]

*So, it's Sunday. During the day, that weird store with the folks that look like Samasus is busy as ever-- especially with the addition of extra "employees"-- hey, there's even some customers too. The ticking is prominent from the wall of clocks behind the counter, and every plant looks fresh

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[blackrthanblack]

::And that appears to be some sort of frumpy lady looking around during the day, pushing her glasses up. And staring. You get the feeling it has to do with explosions for some reason.::

[memoryistime]

*Shian looks up at the staring, clutching the broom he was sweeping up dirt with that spilled onto the floor defensively and somewhat paranoidly... Before giving an annoyed look at this frumpy explosion chick.

Now where has he seen her before...*

[blackrthanblack]

::Hard to say. But you can't help but notice how she seems to be using a measuring tape on your building.::

[memoryistime]

*... he goes to stare*

... What... Are you doing, "miss".

[blackrthanblack]

Measuring for my comic book.

[memoryistime]

... For your... Comic book?

*... don't ask Shian. Don't ask. You know this won't go well, you just know itttt...*

... Why are you measuring our store for something like that?

[blackrthanblack]

Scale! I suck with having buildings and people match up. So. I thought I'd do practical research in the field.

::She looks like a dowdy housewife.::

[memoryistime]

... Aren't there better stores you could use instead of ours? Maybe over there?

*He points off into some direction other than over here*

[blackrthanblack]

Is there a problem with using yours? Are you Mormons or somethin'?

[memoryistime]

No, but I don't know if I appreciate someone going and measuring the place out of nowhere. I know for sure the old man inside isn't going to.

[blackrthanblack]

It's not like I'm defaming you at all. And it's just numbers.

::Starts measuring height.::

[memoryistime]

Numbers. Right. Just who are you anyway, you look like someone I should be very annoyed at.

[blackrthanblack]

::Thinks for a moment, looking to the sky.:: Shula Eusebius.

[memoryistime]

... You don't look foreign.

[blackrthanblack]

Foreign husband.

::Shoots her measurer back down and goes to any sort of side alley you have.::

[memoryistime]

... And the "Shula" part?

*He follows, suspiciously*