[Event]

[memoryistime]

*So, it's Sunday. During the day, that weird store with the folks that look like Samasus is busy as ever-- especially with the addition of extra "employees"-- hey, there's even some customers too. The ticking is prominent from the wall of clocks behind the counter, and every plant looks fresh

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[Event]

[whitrthanwhite]

::Why hello, I'm sneaking around outside your store at night because I'm a night-owl and quite possibly trying to break in.::

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[memoryistime]

*Well, luckily for you, there is a back-door to the place, and the lock seems to be simple. It's probably smart to not try to go through the front door since there seems to be movement inside.*

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[whitrthanwhite]

::Made even simpler by me attempting to use my slice-y hand claws which I mostly use to cut onions.::

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[memoryistime]

*It's easily sliced through, and the door is free to open.

It's a bit dark inside, and it seems to be a back room of sorts for basic storage of seeds and gardening equipment. Though there's some ticking sounds from clocks back there, too.

You can see a light though in one direction heading towards the front, where you might hear some arguing sounds, and a set of stairs to the side heading downward.*

[blackrthanblack]

::And that appears to be some sort of frumpy lady looking around during the day, pushing her glasses up. And staring. You get the feeling it has to do with explosions for some reason.::

[memoryistime]

*Shian looks up at the staring, clutching the broom he was sweeping up dirt with that spilled onto the floor defensively and somewhat paranoidly... Before giving an annoyed look at this frumpy explosion chick.

Now where has he seen her before...*

[blackrthanblack]

::Hard to say. But you can't help but notice how she seems to be using a measuring tape on your building.::

[memoryistime]

*... he goes to stare*

... What... Are you doing, "miss".

[thefifthmonarch]

::Is pounding a sign into the concrete outside reading: "Don't Support Dimensional C-Sections.::

[memoryistime]

*And some silver-haired guy peeks out of the store, giving an insulted look over at her*

Do you mind, madam?

[thefifthmonarch]

Do you mind, sir?

[memoryistime]

I'm not the one who is causing an unnecessary racket in a business district.

[i_like_red]

*Juudai, knowing he probably wouldn't get anymore answers than he usually does by visiting the store in the day, decides to check it out at night. He gets the same feeling he got the last time he was there as he checks around the back of the store*

[memoryistime]

*Like Shiroko's investigation stated, there's a door there, the lock intact. There does seem to be signs of someone having gone through recently, though.*

[i_like_red]

*Juudai looks around cautiously, making sure there is no-one around watching him, or any security cameras in the area. Winged Kuriboh then appears beside him.*

Okay, Aibou. Let's give this a try.

*With that, Juudai holds the fluffball steady as it attempts to pick the lock with one of it's claws. The lock itself looks flimsy, so this just might work!*

[memoryistime]

*haha cameras, of course not. They don't do cameras, and any city security are at more actives parts of the district.

The lock comes loose easily-- makes one wonder if it's on purpose, or if they just got a bad lock. However, the door opens to the storage room. Again, there's light coming from one end, and a staircase leading down to the other.

There doesn't seem to be arguing anymore, but there's some form of conversation happening in the front of the store.*