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Characters: Jules de Ferrier and Rachel Price
Location: Holocaust Mall's grocery store
Rating: uh. PG?
Time: the afternoon of August 7th
Description: Jules cannot comprehend modern foodstuffs, and Rachel is the unfortunate soul that he asks for help.
The most frustrating thing about this city was definitely how little sense any of it made. The fact that almost everybody there was calm, pleasant-smelling, and well-fed meant that there were more than enough resources available to live comfortably... so it was an utter shame that he couldn't make heads or tails of anything. And Jules was not at all a fan of asking for help. It was bad enough that he lived on the charity of family friends at home; there was no need to beg for anything more. Understanding academics and concepts and ideas was something that he needed no assistance with most of the time, and if he didn't, well, it probably wasn't that important anyway.
But this Death City didn't follow any logic that he knew. And, after a few days, he was tired of eating nothing but fruit. And so Jules made his way to the grocery store with the intent of swallowing his pride, finding someone who looked smart enough to understand this place and too stupid to care that he was clueless, and getting instructions on how to turn the various food items around the store into something edible.
After wandering around the store for quite a while, he stopped at a glass door of some sort, where there were what seemed to be boxes with pictures of meals on them. That seemed like a logical enough place to start, and the pictures did look quite tasty. He cautiously opened the door, only to pull back from a surprising cold. Did this involve ice, somehow? But how would that warm up the meat? He sighed, closed the door again, and scanned the area. Nearby was a rather non-threatening woman... aside from the fact that she seemed to be walking around in her underwear. Confused, he waved to her anyway. "Excuse me, miss? May I ask you something?"
Location: Holocaust Mall's grocery store
Rating: uh. PG?
Time: the afternoon of August 7th
Description: Jules cannot comprehend modern foodstuffs, and Rachel is the unfortunate soul that he asks for help.
The most frustrating thing about this city was definitely how little sense any of it made. The fact that almost everybody there was calm, pleasant-smelling, and well-fed meant that there were more than enough resources available to live comfortably... so it was an utter shame that he couldn't make heads or tails of anything. And Jules was not at all a fan of asking for help. It was bad enough that he lived on the charity of family friends at home; there was no need to beg for anything more. Understanding academics and concepts and ideas was something that he needed no assistance with most of the time, and if he didn't, well, it probably wasn't that important anyway.
But this Death City didn't follow any logic that he knew. And, after a few days, he was tired of eating nothing but fruit. And so Jules made his way to the grocery store with the intent of swallowing his pride, finding someone who looked smart enough to understand this place and too stupid to care that he was clueless, and getting instructions on how to turn the various food items around the store into something edible.
After wandering around the store for quite a while, he stopped at a glass door of some sort, where there were what seemed to be boxes with pictures of meals on them. That seemed like a logical enough place to start, and the pictures did look quite tasty. He cautiously opened the door, only to pull back from a surprising cold. Did this involve ice, somehow? But how would that warm up the meat? He sighed, closed the door again, and scanned the area. Nearby was a rather non-threatening woman... aside from the fact that she seemed to be walking around in her underwear. Confused, he waved to her anyway. "Excuse me, miss? May I ask you something?"