ATTENTION HOLIDAY SHOPPERS [OPEN]
WHO: Victor (hecho_en_ca_usa) and OPEN
WHERE: Out and About
WHEN: TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS
WARNINGS: Commercialism, emobot.
SUMMARY: Half of the YA got ported out a few days ago. Vic has Christmas shopping to do and existential angst to tend. Start threads to bump into him or come along. Shopkeepers can decree he is in their stores (sorry, Edna, probably not yours).
FORMAT: Quickwhatever
Vic should have done all his shopping online, but he'd run out of ideas, so he went out into the cold, hoping something, somewhere would catch his eye.
Dress it up however you like, a solid chunk of his friends was suddenly gone, and it could happen again. Any day, Nico, Gert or Xavin could up and disappear. Or Rikki, or John, or Tommy or GLaDOS or anyone. And if Gert or Xavin went, well, game over. He'd told Nico they should just live like this was real, but it was impossible not to worry about it, at least a little, all the time. So here he was struggling to express himself via totally inadequate... stuff. This was all assuming the fricking raid boss that had just ported in didn't turn everyone into ghouls or whatever this week.
He studied the poinsettias arranged in front of the department store and picked one up. It made him think of Klara, which made him think of Molly, which made him miss them and Karolina and Chase, in addition to the missing-everyone-here-in-advance thing he had going on. Awesome.
WHERE: Out and About
WHEN: TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS
WARNINGS: Commercialism, emobot.
SUMMARY: Half of the YA got ported out a few days ago. Vic has Christmas shopping to do and existential angst to tend. Start threads to bump into him or come along. Shopkeepers can decree he is in their stores (sorry, Edna, probably not yours).
FORMAT: Quickwhatever
Vic should have done all his shopping online, but he'd run out of ideas, so he went out into the cold, hoping something, somewhere would catch his eye.
Dress it up however you like, a solid chunk of his friends was suddenly gone, and it could happen again. Any day, Nico, Gert or Xavin could up and disappear. Or Rikki, or John, or Tommy or GLaDOS or anyone. And if Gert or Xavin went, well, game over. He'd told Nico they should just live like this was real, but it was impossible not to worry about it, at least a little, all the time. So here he was struggling to express himself via totally inadequate... stuff. This was all assuming the fricking raid boss that had just ported in didn't turn everyone into ghouls or whatever this week.
He studied the poinsettias arranged in front of the department store and picked one up. It made him think of Klara, which made him think of Molly, which made him miss them and Karolina and Chase, in addition to the missing-everyone-here-in-advance thing he had going on. Awesome.