Realm, did your directionlessness manage to warp time in addition to space? (A very disappointed Servo)
Thankfully no, but if he leaves his earrings off long enough I think he might start. He has a very intense Wandering condition
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Realm, did your directionlessness manage to warp time in addition to space? (A very disappointed Servo)
Thankfully no, but if he leaves his earrings off long enough I think he might start. He has a very intense Wandering condition
Ace just constantly takes his paws and claws off his collar. Or finds something to hook it on so he can pull it off. And then he just leaves to go on his adventure
Listen. Yesterday was my turn to cook dinner because Chris was working a twelver at the hospital & Donna was going out. So I went to the store. I didn’t know what we had or needed, but I saw that 8-pound bags of potatoes were on sale for less than $2. “Wow,” I thought. “I don’t need 8 pounds, but I don’t see any smaller ones, and that’s a good deal.” So I grabbed one. Along with like 10 other things, carrying them all in my hands because I didn’t get a cart when I came in and now I’m committed. I already went back out to the car for my wallet once, I’m not going back for a buggy now. I got over by the chips, headed for the cheese, when I stumbled across a potato. In the floor. Weird. Realization dawned on me that it was mine, and for just a moment I considered leaving it before I had a second thought: an opening which will admit one potato will also admit others, of course. I pictured myself arriving at the register ahead of a trail of potatoes with an empty plastic bag. So I headed off the main big aisle into a smaller tributary one to set my other things down & collect my taters. Three or four had escaped under the shelves, and I said fuck it. Don’t need em. I reattached the plastic clippy thing, picked up my stuff, & got up. When I stood up, I could see the one slow, oblivious clerk that I hate to interact with staring bewildered down at a potato in the big aisle. Quickly, before he could see me or address me, I fled to the cheese section. I grabbed something, anything, and headed up to the register. I glanced back at him as I went and saw that he was holding one, standing next to two others and looking all around in complete puzzlement. Absolutely baffled. Exeunt stage left. That was pretty much my day yesterday.