[ the crowd begins to count down as the countdown clock on display at the front of the store starts to get closer to the hour. 5:00, the doors open. (and weirdly, you get a sudden sense of deja vu, like you've watched an ominous countdown fairly recently?). the people around you start to tense up - you can hear shoes scratching lightly at the pavement as people ready themselves to run. the occasional sound of metal (what? that's definitely normal) and the slow sounds of the security guards at the front positioning themselves at the doors. the halogen lights of the kmart hum on.
welt, in lookin for the cocky german accented guy... you can't find him? not yet. weird. maybe he's just really short. well, i'm sure it's fine.
in the meantime, a sign is taped unceremoniously to the glass paneling, just close enough that you can see. ONE TINY PER CUSTOMER. we'll see if anyone actually follows that rule. ]
5....4....3....
[ you all prepare yourselves. you think of the children. ]
...2...1....!
BOOM!
[ and with a cacophonous noise, the doors to the kmart slam open and there's a massive rush of human bodies immediately begins booking it for the front doors of this great value paradise. you all are swept up into the crowd of runners - the bodies are smashing together, everyone pushing and shoving and desperately attempting to get to the front of the group and into the store. there's at least a hundred people in front of you, and thirty or so behind you. all three of you find yourselves pushed, shoved, and tugged in nearly every direction, and the kmart feels like its a thousand miles away.
your first job is to find a way to get through this crush.
as a bonus! chihiro, you feel someone shove into you from the back - a tiny Karen with a fantastic nineties haircut that you recognize from down the street. she shrieks OUT OF MY WAY, GAYBOY!! and pulls a pocketknife. it's been five minutes? yikes. ok, so maybe you have to deal with that obstacle too. ]
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[ the crowd begins to count down as the countdown clock on display at the front of the store starts to get closer to the hour. 5:00, the doors open. (and weirdly, you get a sudden sense of deja vu, like you've watched an ominous countdown fairly recently?). the people around you start to tense up - you can hear shoes scratching lightly at the pavement as people ready themselves to run. the occasional sound of metal (what? that's definitely normal) and the slow sounds of the security guards at the front positioning themselves at the doors. the halogen lights of the kmart hum on.
welt, in lookin for the cocky german accented guy... you can't find him? not yet. weird. maybe he's just really short. well, i'm sure it's fine.
in the meantime, a sign is taped unceremoniously to the glass paneling, just close enough that you can see. ONE TINY PER CUSTOMER. we'll see if anyone actually follows that rule. ]
5....4....3....
[ you all prepare yourselves. you think of the children. ]
...2...1....!
BOOM!
[ and with a cacophonous noise, the doors to the kmart slam open and there's a massive rush of human bodies immediately begins booking it for the front doors of this great value paradise. you all are swept up into the crowd of runners - the bodies are smashing together, everyone pushing and shoving and desperately attempting to get to the front of the group and into the store. there's at least a hundred people in front of you, and thirty or so behind you. all three of you find yourselves pushed, shoved, and tugged in nearly every direction, and the kmart feels like its a thousand miles away.
your first job is to find a way to get through this crush.
as a bonus! chihiro, you feel someone shove into you from the back - a tiny Karen with a fantastic nineties haircut that you recognize from down the street. she shrieks OUT OF MY WAY, GAYBOY!! and pulls a pocketknife. it's been five minutes? yikes. ok, so maybe you have to deal with that obstacle too. ]