🍀 Ariel Meg Merrick (justblindluck) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-09 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ariel merrick, p: mena, ~gideon barnes |
Who: Ariel Merrick & Gideon Barnes
What: Frustrated shopper is frustrated
When: May 10th
Where: The Shoppette
Rating: Medium
Status: Complete
Ariel knew that they were paid a modest salary for their time within the Regiment. Modest because she knew it wasn't enough to live on if they'd been living anywhere else and also because everyone's purse strings were being pulled. Recession and all that. She wondered if their wages went up with inflation. Her mind was wandering as she moved through the shop, not quite sure what it was that she was looking for, just that she wanted something. It was larger than she'd anticipated: the first time she'd come in, she'd left Dusty outside and had to have someone guide her back out, so this time she had Dusty walking beside her, guiding her carefully down aisle after aisle as Ariel's fingers gently brushed along the fabric of clothes that were hanging on racks. She'd started at the back of the shop and moved forward, towards the food, knowing that what she was craving was something sitting somewhere between savoury and sweet. The shop didn't do pastries; that was what the canteen was for, but the selection of goodies it did have was pretty good. Unfortunately, it wasn't in braille. They hadn't gotten around to changing the labels here or adding new ones for her. She hadn't been here long, she sort of understood but it was frustrating. She didn't want to pick up what sounded like - when she shook it - chips, but was actually popcorn. Dusty was sat beside her as she stood in front of an aisle that had all kinds of packeted goods, not paralysed with indecision - she'd have to be able to see what she was looking at for that - but sort of stuck in a place where she knew it'd be okay if she reached out and took something because that, apparently, was her power set, but it still felt like cheating. She chewed on her lower lip and tilted her head in Dusty's direction, fingers brushing over the dog's head. "What do you think, Dusty?" she asked. Dusty looked up at her, licked her hand and thumped her tail on the floor. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she muttered, "You don't care as long as you get some of it." |