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Tweak says, "I need more cowbell."

Annie Wagner (cyberpath) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-02-09 13:25:00

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Wandering (Open)
There was a lot of this place to explore, and Annie didn't have all the time she wanted to do so. She had the store to take care of, and she wanted to do that right. Already, she'd filled it with more computers, more game consoles, more phones, more electronics. Instead of just parts, there were actual machines in there. It was busier than she'd thought it would be, as well. She had no idea, but some days, she felt like it was the only shop of it's kind. She'd had to pick a day and close Fixit entirely, just so she could have some real rest. Some days, she didn't even get a lunch.

So she was taking this day off, in addition to the day she usually closed the store, to explore the city some more. It wasn't an easy task, because besides the size of it, there was the fact that everything moved. She knew that she was seeing some shops more than once. Some streets, as well.

She'd passed a botanical garden that she told her phone to note for later, and a zoo. She wondered if Rufio would go to the zoo with her. She saw a park, and a district that she noted to never come back to that was by the water. It looked very sketchy and scared her. She felt like she might run into people there that weren't nice, and weren't looking out for her best interests. People that she did not want to meet.

Eventually, she found a place that sold the stuff that Charlie had been eating. It turned out there were a lot more flavors of ice cream than just banana. Annie stood, staring at the sign, unable to make a decision on what she wanted to have.

"Holy crap."

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i_blink
2012-02-10 06:19 pm UTC (link)

Jeannie knew that she was a very, very lucky genie. She had a master that allowed her a lot of freedom. Mostly that was because Sir Guy did not have very many needs, really, and he did not ask for much. He was getting better about letting her do things for him, though, and that pleased her. But still, it left her with a lot of time on her hands.

Which let her help other people. Jeannie did like to do that. She met the most interesting people that way. But some days, it did not seem like there were a lot of people that wanted help. She had found a nice older lady and aided her in getting across a street without waiting for the light to change. But then the lady had seemed upset by the sudden change in position without having to walk. So Jeannie had quickly moved on. She had discovered a young man who seemed to be having difficulty in carrying a very large and rather flat television set. Jeannie informed him that it was obviously broken and replaced it for him with a quick blink. But he did not seem to appreciate that she had given him the most state of the art television set that 1963 could provide. He had yelled at her, actually. Though in the end, it was for the best that she had delayed him because he had stolen the television set. She left as the rude robber was explaining to the police officers that he did not take something called a flat screen. Since then, the people that needed her assistance had been rather sparse.

So when she saw the ice cream shop, Jeannie impulsively decided that it was time for a snack. After a snack, things always seemed much better somehow, and she was certain she could find more people to help. The bell over the door tinkled jauntily when she opened it, which further brightened her mood. The djinn loved things that sounded happy. Yes, this was a very good idea.

Jeannie moved toward the glass encased coolers, perusing the different flavors, and stopped near a young woman that was in line in front of her. It was only polite to wait her turn. But when she heard the words coming from the girl, she could not help but reply. "Oh no. I do not believe that is really a flavor here. Is it? Oh that would be a terrible tasting ice cream. I am sure it is just chocolate. See? That one there is called Rocky Road, but it is not really made of pieces of roadway. It is just chocolate ice cream with nuts and marshmallows. It is very good. Where is this Holy Crap flavor? Sometimes there is a little sign that tells you what it is made of. It must be chocolate ice cream, do you not think so?"

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cyberpath
2012-02-10 11:37 pm UTC (link)

Annie glanced over at the woman who was speaking and just sort of stared. She had not only never heard somebody babble on so about something, and she was also a little taken aback by the woman herself.

When she was finally able to compose herself, Annie shook her head. "Um. There's no ice cream called that. It's just an expression."

She looked at the board again, and indicated it with her hand. All the names of the ice creams were listed there, as well as on the front of the glass where the ice cream was sitting in it's freezers. It was overwhelming even still.

"We don't have this where I come from. The closest thing we get is packed ice with artificial flavor poured over it. A man who helped me when I got here was having some. His was banana flavored. I was a little afraid that that was the only flavor they were going to have when I finally managed to track down a place that sells it. Obviously, I was wrong." She looked at the woman again. "Now the problem is that I have no idea what to choose. It's too much choice."

What she really wanted to do was to go press her nose against the glass and stare at the huge buckets. But she wasn't a kid, and she didn't think they'd have as much humor about somebody her age doing something like that.