The Enemy of My Friend... Apparently Interrupts My Shopping
Who: semper_cogitans, ch_rell47, and ninjacane
What: A shopping trip gone spectacularly wrong.
When: Backdated to the 13th of July, because this mun is slow.
Where: At the village plaza, just outside the item shop.
Summary: Robert's complete lack of ability to tell when people might actually be dangerous works against him when he encounters a certain alien whilst trying to shop. One particular rat sensei has to get involved.
Rating: Probably somewhere around PG, unless anybody starts swearing in confusion and terror or Robert here gets gutted.
As much as Robert would've liked to just stay inside forever after the events of the past month or so, basic logic informed him that he'd need to replenish his supply of groceries sometime.
So, against his own natural proclivities to just hole up in his apartment, he'd dragged himself outside, familiar white bag in tow, and had managed to procure something in the way of foodstuffs and the like. Nothing too out of the ordinary, for him. Save for spending his usual obnoxiously-long-period-of-time studying each article for imperfections, he was basically like anybody else there. Perhaps he was more tired than he thought of just sitting inside working, but what with everything going on in his life, it was difficult to focus...
... Of course, being distracted and unfocused tends to lead to stupid mistakes.
Clutching the paraphernalia he'd gathered to his chest, Robert steps out of the item shop, gaze everywhere but where it should be - namely, on the person he ends up walking almost right into.
What: A shopping trip gone spectacularly wrong.
When: Backdated to the 13th of July, because this mun is slow.
Where: At the village plaza, just outside the item shop.
Summary: Robert's complete lack of ability to tell when people might actually be dangerous works against him when he encounters a certain alien whilst trying to shop. One particular rat sensei has to get involved.
Rating: Probably somewhere around PG, unless anybody starts swearing in confusion and terror or Robert here gets gutted.
As much as Robert would've liked to just stay inside forever after the events of the past month or so, basic logic informed him that he'd need to replenish his supply of groceries sometime.
So, against his own natural proclivities to just hole up in his apartment, he'd dragged himself outside, familiar white bag in tow, and had managed to procure something in the way of foodstuffs and the like. Nothing too out of the ordinary, for him. Save for spending his usual obnoxiously-long-period-of-time studying each article for imperfections, he was basically like anybody else there. Perhaps he was more tired than he thought of just sitting inside working, but what with everything going on in his life, it was difficult to focus...
... Of course, being distracted and unfocused tends to lead to stupid mistakes.
Clutching the paraphernalia he'd gathered to his chest, Robert steps out of the item shop, gaze everywhere but where it should be - namely, on the person he ends up walking almost right into.