any -- all -- grocery store

[yelling_muse]

It isn't a bar.

It isn't even anywhere that is, strictly speaking, canon.

It's just a great, big, no-nonsense grocery store.

You don't know how you got here, but at least it seems to be a relatively harmless sort of locale.

ooc: thiiiis is hopefully allowed. in the interests of promoting threadhopping and other such party-like hijinks, i give you a

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[dear_clarice]

Hannibal is not in the produce section.

He is, in fact, looking at bread.

Mmmm, baguettes.

[crownedwithfire]

Ignore the giant, red man who walks past with a little (very little, when you bring size comparison into play) hand-basket dangling from his stone fingers.

He's nimble enough to get by without impact and polite enough to say, "Excuse me," all the same.

What? Agent's got to eat too.

[dear_clarice]

There is a part of Hannibal that finds the relative size of the basket quite amusing. (The doctor himself has a shopping cart.)

The other part has him stepping forward to make a little more room in the aisle.

"Are you sure that basket wouldn't do better in your other hand?"

'Other hand' here referring to the one that doesn't have a moniker with the word 'Doom' in it.

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy glances back over his shoulder. "Uh, no. Better in this one. Easier to pick up groceries in the left without smashing them."

Well, it makes sense to him at least.

[extra_devious]

It is just barely possible you might be able to catch Ryurik as he barrels through the store. He's going to be late for a meeting, and he hates meetings, but his AI wanted him to investigate this place so here he is. Investigating. At a very brisk walk.

He may or may not slow down if he sees something that looks particularly interesting, or criminal, or both.

[mm_aura]

"Sonorous!"

"Bing Bong!"

An announcement is being made from somewhere in the store. However, the muzak on the PA system hasn't cut out. It sounds more like a young boy with a megaphone.

"Attention shoppers, attention shoppers. If anyone has seen a short, pale girl, blonde curly hair, grey eyes, wearing dark clothes and holding a gorgon doll, answers to Narcissa, Majesty Narcissa, Cissa, and Pipsqueak, please direct her to the produce section so that her older brothers will be very very not dead. Thank you!"

"Quietus!" says the blonde boy next to his brother so that the word wouldn't ring out through the store. "Are you sure this is a good way to find Cissa?"

"This is what they do in those muggle television shows," Cepheus replies before Scorpius returns to inspecting the bulbs of garlic.

The girl in question is in the deli section, looking curiously at the different kinds of cheese and sandwiches. Her gorgon doll is pressed against the glass and she says, "Look, 'Gon! No icky grog loaf here!"

[extra_devious]

Finding lost children.

Amilcar rubs at his forehead and sighs, long-sufferingly.

The gesture and the sigh are repeated when he actually catches sight of a child fitting the description, some thirty seconds later.

"Excuse me," he says, standing a good distance away from 'Cissa (at six foot eight it is difficult not to look intimidating, but he does try). "Might that announcement have been about you?"

[mm_aura]

The girl turns her head.

"C's just worried Mama's gonna kill him. He said he could watch me an' that he's 'sponsible 'coz he wants a new broom. But they're the ones who're lost, after all. I told 'em I wanna stay here an' get a sammich."

[yelling_muse]

Maybe they're in your pocket, maybe they're in someone else's pocket, we don't know.

But they're there.

Puppies.

A pocketful of them, to be exact.

...

Well, you're not getting rid of them anytime soon, so you might as well deal with it.

[crownedwithfire]

...huh?

"...normally," he says to the puppy, "you'd be kittens."

Well, they would.

[yelling_muse]

"Arfmmmmmmrrrr."

Hellboy is looked with the patented Cute Baby Animal Eyes™.

(They half-read, "Well, I'm perfectly happy to be a puppy, thank you very much," and half, "LOVE ME AND TAKE ME HOME WITH YOU PLZ.")

[crownedwithfire]

"...uh. I'm really more of a cat man."

Comes with that whole, 'blood of the devil and a witch' thing.

[lytii_intuition]

This is Intuition.

She knows exactly how she got here.*

She's also a tiny blonde woman made of rainbows.

It's a thing.

Hi.

*If by 'here' you mean 'the ice cream aisle', because the answer is 'she walked here from the door'. All in how you ask the question.

[problems_plural]

Ted has really seen enough for one day, including: coven of witches, a dead hooker inside a bed, some weird hostage role-play situation, and some guy getting his pinky lopped off.

Despite this, a tiny blonde woman made of rainbows was not what he was expecting when he came to get his groceries.

Rainbows.

What.

[lytii_intuition]

Inty grins, and waves.

"Hello," she says brightly, and refrains from greeting him by name. Basic human courtesy: try not to know things about people before they tell them to you. (She's often quite bad at that.)

[problems_plural]

(The last time Ted had someone know his name without his telling them first, it was during said hostage situation, and it was shortly thereafter that he was knocked out and then forced to participate by pain of death.

So, yes, the not-calling-by-name thing is good.)

"Er, me?"

This said with pointing at himself.

[tricaputus]

Cheerful packaging is lost on creatures that will always and forever consider visual stimuli a secondary form of surveying one's surroundings. Never mind what shape said creature may currently be in.

There is in a gangly, barefoot figure sitting on the floor of the cereal eisle. The narration would point out that it is the figure of a young man, except it's somewhat difficult to determine age when some one has their entire head inside a box of Cheerios.

Munch munch munch.

[mm_aura]

Before he and Cepheus had realized Cissa was gone, Scorpius decided he wanted to peak down the cereal aisle. Maybe he could find some tasty breakfast food, like those Pop-Tart things they sometimes talk about on the muggle shows. They always looked good and, though it is an odd thing for a wizard to own, they do have a toaster.

He walks up to the man curiously and says, "I think people usually add milk to those."

He takes a box and tries a handful.

"Or maybe they don't," he says with a shrug. "They taste good as is."

[tricaputus]

The boxhead sits bolt upright, he hadn't heard anyone arrive above the sounds of his own crunching. It headtilts at Scorpius. Boxtilts. Whatever.

[mm_aura]

Scorpius takes notice and does what his mother's always done in this situation.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. I've just never seen anyone eat cereal that way."

Cepheus leans his head over on the end of the aisle.

"Scorpius, didja get the Pop-Tarts yet?"