030 ± [visual / location: outside a second-hand shop] they're bankrupt on selling
It was a bit of a mess: Things arranged next to piles of Stuff, This right across the way from That, and one figure roaming through it all, apparently content with the hodgepodge and disorder.
Glitch's noggin was in a right state also, but he was more concerned with navigating the little shop. He liked it, all the miscellany sharing space, and he imagined it was a real second-hand shop and all the items had mysterious histories that could only be guessed at. The place was weirdly homey. With a bright smile he picked up a delicate porcelain birdhouse--
--then gasped and dropped the gewgaw. It shattered on the floor and Glitch blinked and glanced around, lost. He was standing in some sort of jumble store, someone had broken something, and from the looks the Extras were shooting his way he was the culprit. He gave a few abject apologies and made his way to the exit as inconspicuously as possible.
Once outside he looked around for any familiar landmark, and upon not seeing any he consulted the tablet map. No wonder everything seemed strange, he was well off his usual beaten path. What was he doing in Osten, how long had he been there, why was he in that weird, mixed-up shop?
It had to have been one of his glitches, and a pretty big one at that. He knew his brain wouldn't be forthcoming with information so he opted to check with his other brain, namely the citizens of Taxon. Glitch switched from the map to a visual broadcast and sighed in frustration.
"Does anyone know why I'm here? I I I mean here specifically, not here as in here."
ooc - warm-up for the Big Scary Reset Button, feel free to provide stupid answers to the stupid question. Also I'm going to bed now but will tag back in the morning ♥
Glitch's noggin was in a right state also, but he was more concerned with navigating the little shop. He liked it, all the miscellany sharing space, and he imagined it was a real second-hand shop and all the items had mysterious histories that could only be guessed at. The place was weirdly homey. With a bright smile he picked up a delicate porcelain birdhouse--
--then gasped and dropped the gewgaw. It shattered on the floor and Glitch blinked and glanced around, lost. He was standing in some sort of jumble store, someone had broken something, and from the looks the Extras were shooting his way he was the culprit. He gave a few abject apologies and made his way to the exit as inconspicuously as possible.
Once outside he looked around for any familiar landmark, and upon not seeing any he consulted the tablet map. No wonder everything seemed strange, he was well off his usual beaten path. What was he doing in Osten, how long had he been there, why was he in that weird, mixed-up shop?
It had to have been one of his glitches, and a pretty big one at that. He knew his brain wouldn't be forthcoming with information so he opted to check with his other brain, namely the citizens of Taxon. Glitch switched from the map to a visual broadcast and sighed in frustration.
"Does anyone know why I'm here? I I I mean here specifically, not here as in here."
ooc - warm-up for the Big Scary Reset Button, feel free to provide stupid answers to the stupid question. Also I'm going to bed now but will tag back in the morning ♥