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In Which Doctor Nix Has a Difficult Time of It
Characters: Eva Nix; open
Rating: PG-13, tops
Trigger Warnings:
Location: The supermarket in town, and the town in general
Day and Time: June 23rd, around 3 in the afternoon.
Status: Open! PM to jump into an existing thread, or start a new one and specify desired location in the subject line.
Eva had never seen a supermarket before, never mind one that was run entirely by automatons. Oh they had automatons where she came from, but they performed primarily novel functions such as the Wageless Butler that could dispense coffees from a copper pot in its belly and carry trays of cakes from one room to another (providing nothing was in the way) or ones that performed rudimentary dances when you gave them a coin. More useful ones ran printing presses or copied letters by mimicking strokes of a pen or the tap of a typewriter. They weren't practical and they certainly didn't do very human things like run shops. After some time watching and listening to the machines work, clicking and ticking away here and there, the excitement wore off and the vacancy and silence of the place got to her rather badly.
That was the worst thing about this place, really, the silence. It was so thick, and all consuming. For a woman who wasn't afraid of being in a graveyard at the Witching Hour, the dead stillness of the valley and the village in it made her feel sick and scared, even in the daytime. A fact which she'd not confided in her companions of the previous day, but a sensation that weighed especially heavily on her now, when she was alone. And she had already a deep anxiety over the nights here. She could hear-- she swore, though she had no proof-- the cry of wolves up in the thick blackness of the trees high above them. Of course, for all the knew she could have been caught in a waking dream. This place was altogether too much like the dreadful mountains where she had nearly died in those past years that seemed so far away now. Before she had married and lost Sterling, before she came to this awful place.
She tried to fill her basket quickly, but it was difficult to do with her limited cooking knowledge. Fortunately, she had some experience preparing meals from canned goods (for they had canned goods, though sometimes they were hit-or miss depending on the supplier in terms of freshness or what the can actually contained) on expeditions, and these seemed to also be inexpensive as well as labeled with instructions for preparation, so she was stocking up on these, primarily. And fresh fruit she could eat raw.
Where she ran into trouble was who to pay, or how. Obviously she had been given money (supposedly; she was suspicious of the intangible sums of the so-called bank card) but no idea how to use it to obtain her items. And she was too polite and ethical to just walk out of the place.
Rating: PG-13, tops
Trigger Warnings:
Location: The supermarket in town, and the town in general
Day and Time: June 23rd, around 3 in the afternoon.
Status: Open! PM to jump into an existing thread, or start a new one and specify desired location in the subject line.
Eva had never seen a supermarket before, never mind one that was run entirely by automatons. Oh they had automatons where she came from, but they performed primarily novel functions such as the Wageless Butler that could dispense coffees from a copper pot in its belly and carry trays of cakes from one room to another (providing nothing was in the way) or ones that performed rudimentary dances when you gave them a coin. More useful ones ran printing presses or copied letters by mimicking strokes of a pen or the tap of a typewriter. They weren't practical and they certainly didn't do very human things like run shops. After some time watching and listening to the machines work, clicking and ticking away here and there, the excitement wore off and the vacancy and silence of the place got to her rather badly.
That was the worst thing about this place, really, the silence. It was so thick, and all consuming. For a woman who wasn't afraid of being in a graveyard at the Witching Hour, the dead stillness of the valley and the village in it made her feel sick and scared, even in the daytime. A fact which she'd not confided in her companions of the previous day, but a sensation that weighed especially heavily on her now, when she was alone. And she had already a deep anxiety over the nights here. She could hear-- she swore, though she had no proof-- the cry of wolves up in the thick blackness of the trees high above them. Of course, for all the knew she could have been caught in a waking dream. This place was altogether too much like the dreadful mountains where she had nearly died in those past years that seemed so far away now. Before she had married and lost Sterling, before she came to this awful place.
She tried to fill her basket quickly, but it was difficult to do with her limited cooking knowledge. Fortunately, she had some experience preparing meals from canned goods (for they had canned goods, though sometimes they were hit-or miss depending on the supplier in terms of freshness or what the can actually contained) on expeditions, and these seemed to also be inexpensive as well as labeled with instructions for preparation, so she was stocking up on these, primarily. And fresh fruit she could eat raw.
Where she ran into trouble was who to pay, or how. Obviously she had been given money (supposedly; she was suspicious of the intangible sums of the so-called bank card) but no idea how to use it to obtain her items. And she was too polite and ethical to just walk out of the place.