Click click click click."There." Ash was rather proud of his menial little accomplishment as he stood with one metal hand on his hip and the other clutching a price labler gun, surveying his store
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It was... a supermarket. An old Earth supermarket. Not the kind he was used to, of course; it was significantly bigger, and was also not full of zombies. He wandered through the aisles, occasionally puzzling over a piece of merchandise. Wait, was that -- it was.
"Best in Michigan state." Some days Ash just wanted to be left to himself to go stock shelves or slap discount stickers on the layaway items, and other days he'd rather hover around interesting looking (read: female) customers or co-workers and ask if they needed any help.
This guy was not an attractive looking female, but he did have in his hands an attractive looking food item food accessory.
"Kinda' gimmicky if you ask me but no one wants to cry over spilt milk, am I right?"
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"I... suppose so? But what's wrong with just holding the milk and pouring it? If it's that hard to hold the carton steady, you can always use both hands. Or buy it in a plastic container."
He blinked. "This store is from Michigan? The twentieth century, I'm guessing?"
Sayaka just blinked, looking around the store as she walked into the sensorium. She definitely wasn't expecting a shop to be there, that was for sure. This was just, well, weird.
Still, since it was here she should at least look around, shouldn't she?
So that's what she was doing now, looking through some of the isles. From the looks of things and the packages, whoever had this store conjured up was American, or maybe British. It didn't really matter, she couldn't read what half the stuff said anyway. English classes were never her strong suit in school.
Weird, but totally normal for Ash, and that's all he really wanted right now... even if it was just playing pretendy fun time for a few hours, and even if half the customers that seemed to be wandering in were a little less than normal looking.
Ideally, he should just imagine a store full of busty redheaded girls who liked to bend over a lot. At the moment, he could spy there was someone of the female variety over there, and started to make an approach.
"You need any help there?" As he got closer, he quickly realized she was much too young--or at least looked that way.
He made a concentrated effort and refrained from tacking on any of the usual nicknames he reserved for the lady-types, not wanting to come of as come creepy pedo.
Sayaka shook her head, looking up at the guy who was coming over to her. "No, I'm alright. I mean, it's not like this stuff can actually be taken out of here anyway," she said.
Though maybe if she were over in a food section, it would be different, since she could actually eat the food here and not instantly be starving again later. "But where was this place? Before the ship, I mean."
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"...A milk carton holder," he said in disbelief.
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"Best in Michigan state." Some days Ash just wanted to be left to himself to go stock shelves or slap discount stickers on the layaway items, and other days he'd rather hover around interesting looking (read: female) customers or co-workers and ask if they needed any help.
This guy was not an attractive looking female, but he did have in his hands an attractive looking food item food accessory.
"Kinda' gimmicky if you ask me but no one wants to cry over spilt milk, am I right?"
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"I... suppose so? But what's wrong with just holding the milk and pouring it? If it's that hard to hold the carton steady, you can always use both hands. Or buy it in a plastic container."
He blinked. "This store is from Michigan? The twentieth century, I'm guessing?"
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"Yeah, that's right." Did he even know what Michigan was? "You from there?"
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Still, since it was here she should at least look around, shouldn't she?
So that's what she was doing now, looking through some of the isles. From the looks of things and the packages, whoever had this store conjured up was American, or maybe British. It didn't really matter, she couldn't read what half the stuff said anyway. English classes were never her strong suit in school.
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Ideally, he should just imagine a store full of busty redheaded girls who liked to bend over a lot. At the moment, he could spy there was someone of the female variety over there, and started to make an approach.
"You need any help there?" As he got closer, he quickly realized she was much too young--or at least looked that way.
He made a concentrated effort and refrained from tacking on any of the usual nicknames he reserved for the lady-types, not wanting to come of as come creepy pedo.
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Though maybe if she were over in a food section, it would be different, since she could actually eat the food here and not instantly be starving again later. "But where was this place? Before the ship, I mean."
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