[mingle] the space (january).

[fracturamods]

interim mingle

( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently?

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

Comments

[suddenlybees]

[ It's a good thing he doesn't ask, then. ]

Are the cooking supplies near the dried fruit or the underpants...?

[ From Kano's limited experience with Costcos, he never knows where anything is and you just sort of wander aimlessly and by happenstance or miracle sometimes you find what you're looking for, eventually. It's like every time he enters this store, everything's been moved around aside from the very few staples that is the pastry section and the rotisserie chicken in the far far far ends of the store. ]

[infinitesadness]

[ you know one even wonders if space costco is even similar to regular costco. for one, the things they sell certainly have a stranger variety. obi-wan hums, glancing up to the probable signs hanging above them and just wanders away. THIS WAY, it seems ]

[suddenlybees]

[ Pick a direction and walk, that's the way to do it and nobody can say he's going the wrong way until it's three hours later and they've walked for so long, they can't remember what they're even looking for. ]

...I wonder if there's some manager's office we can ransack for a floor map. This seems like the kinda place that'd have a floor map, right?

[infinitesadness]

[ three hours, a shopping cart full of stuff you don't need, and thirty free samples later is more like it ]

I would think so. However, I've yet to come across one in my searching. This place seems to have well hidden it within the massive space.

[ thus wandering it is ]

[suddenlybees]

[ That's how it is... They have to feed you or you'll collapse from starvation from wandering too long before you can make it out of the store.

Kano tilts his head up to look around the ceiling for any visible security cameras or the sort, but even though he spots them, he has to wonder whether there's really nobody around that gives a crap what they're all doing. There was no "cleanup in aisle 3204985!" when the crates of tea spilled over, after all, and he's done similar minor damage to the store without anybody coming to storm in and march him out.

They pass by a 70 pound bag of rice, several containers of motor oil, a grand piano, a display made of 52 different brands of soda cans... ]

...I'm starting to think it'll be easier just to find someone who can make fire. I know a guy, but I never got his name. How 'bout you? Got any matches on you? A blowtorch?

[infinitesadness]

It very well may be easier.

[ usually, he'd be able to you know. Find It. but notsco is large and confusing and he doesn't know what half of these items are. ]

But unfortunately, I left mine in my other cloak.

[ IS HE.... JOKING.......... ]