Tigereans and Weres: The IKEA trip...
... Because I've been a horrible, horrible person and have kept my writing all to myself lately. No cut, it's pretty short, and as usual, web-enhanced for your amusement.
October 8th, 2011
It’s never fun shopping for new furniture, unless the reason is because a certain 8 foot tall furry butthead accidentally set the old furniture on fire whilst showing off with his telekinesis. So, all four of us piled into the blue beast after the certain someone had cleaned up the ashes of the old, crappy sofa and my bright red chair were cleaned up, and we headed to the local Ikea to go shopping for something that would possibly hold everyone. Plus, we had finally gotten some of the currency exchange stuff sorted out*, so I didn’t have to worry about their ability to pay.
As usual, we almost immediately had a small crowd following us as we walked into the front entrance. Fortunately, I had called ahead when we left, so the store was well prepared for the crowd as we made our way inside and up to the showroom. They even had a shopping assistant for us, which saved me the burden (and massive bandwidth spike) of having to use the internet to look up the myriad references that I didn’t know. The only thing that was odd was that of the furniture we tried, all of it had a thin plastic cover on it to keep any fur from getting in the fabric, in the event that someone was allergic to their fur**.
While the small chair that I had would fit my furred mates, it was not exactly comfortable for them. And while the low back was certainly stylish, it didn’t make for the best experience for me, either. So, we were looking for something that matched, something that was comfortable with both things on two legs and a tail, and two legs and tall, and would hold roughly 400-500 pounds without collapsing in a heap of broken parts. Obviously, their signature POÄNG chair was out, but they had several others which were decent, and fit my motley crew quite nicely.
As luck had it, they had everything in stock, so as it was also just after one in the afternoon, we had a very yummy lunch in the restaurant before heading downstairs and getting the stuff we wanted onto a bevy of carts. They were happy to help with getting the sofa, chairs, and a couple other shiny items on the carts, and even had us go through a separate checkout, but we were still on our own with getting the couple grand worth of assorted furniture, decorations, cooking supplies, and lights into the bed of the blue beast. Fortunately, between the flat-pack nature of some of the furniture and clever use of tie-downs, The four of us managed to get everything loaded on the truck. Fortunately, we didn’t have to go very far, just over to an empty office park where I could create a gate to the garage at the house.
I still cannot understand their wisdom, however, in picking out the cover with stripes on it.
* The Archmage finally said ‘fuck it!’ one day and founded a bank expressly to handle the gemstone/precious metals to paper currency exchange mess that he had been handling with some help from some of his assistants for the past year for the Tigereans to allow them to pay the local staff and other projects with monetary units we could use without needing an armed escort all the time.
** Oddly enough, Sh’Meral and Ch’Mrr were perfectly fine with it.
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October 8th, 2011
It’s never fun shopping for new furniture, unless the reason is because a certain 8 foot tall furry butthead accidentally set the old furniture on fire whilst showing off with his telekinesis. So, all four of us piled into the blue beast after the certain someone had cleaned up the ashes of the old, crappy sofa and my bright red chair were cleaned up, and we headed to the local Ikea to go shopping for something that would possibly hold everyone. Plus, we had finally gotten some of the currency exchange stuff sorted out*, so I didn’t have to worry about their ability to pay.
As usual, we almost immediately had a small crowd following us as we walked into the front entrance. Fortunately, I had called ahead when we left, so the store was well prepared for the crowd as we made our way inside and up to the showroom. They even had a shopping assistant for us, which saved me the burden (and massive bandwidth spike) of having to use the internet to look up the myriad references that I didn’t know. The only thing that was odd was that of the furniture we tried, all of it had a thin plastic cover on it to keep any fur from getting in the fabric, in the event that someone was allergic to their fur**.
While the small chair that I had would fit my furred mates, it was not exactly comfortable for them. And while the low back was certainly stylish, it didn’t make for the best experience for me, either. So, we were looking for something that matched, something that was comfortable with both things on two legs and a tail, and two legs and tall, and would hold roughly 400-500 pounds without collapsing in a heap of broken parts. Obviously, their signature POÄNG chair was out, but they had several others which were decent, and fit my motley crew quite nicely.
As luck had it, they had everything in stock, so as it was also just after one in the afternoon, we had a very yummy lunch in the restaurant before heading downstairs and getting the stuff we wanted onto a bevy of carts. They were happy to help with getting the sofa, chairs, and a couple other shiny items on the carts, and even had us go through a separate checkout, but we were still on our own with getting the couple grand worth of assorted furniture, decorations, cooking supplies, and lights into the bed of the blue beast. Fortunately, between the flat-pack nature of some of the furniture and clever use of tie-downs, The four of us managed to get everything loaded on the truck. Fortunately, we didn’t have to go very far, just over to an empty office park where I could create a gate to the garage at the house.
I still cannot understand their wisdom, however, in picking out the cover with stripes on it.
* The Archmage finally said ‘fuck it!’ one day and founded a bank expressly to handle the gemstone/precious metals to paper currency exchange mess that he had been handling with some help from some of his assistants for the past year for the Tigereans to allow them to pay the local staff and other projects with monetary units we could use without needing an armed escort all the time.
** Oddly enough, Sh’Meral and Ch’Mrr were perfectly fine with it.
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