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sacred-urn-toppler answered your question: Your name is Hutch West (yes, that’s your real…
check the weather outside the window
Weather?
It’s raining.
It’s fricking raining.
It’s always raining in this city. There are maybe three days of the year it doesn’t rain. You don’t know how the buildings don’t sink into the ground. You don’t know why you’re not underwater!
You’re of the desert race of Frellans which is why your scales are a deep orange-red instead of pale blue-green. You were born on the other side of the planet, where it’s hot, sunny and dry. Your family moved away when you were young, and you really don’t remember your home land, but you long to return.
Maybe someday you will muster the courage to flee this land of cold and wet, to make a new life for yourself in the sun. Maybe someday you will stop worrying that everyone will think you’re trying to escape the scandal in your past, that you’re some kind of weasly runner-away. Maybe someday you will stop worrying that if you leave your thuggish cash-register-stealing problem will just come after you and haul you back. Maybe-
OH MY CRAP WHAT IS THAT NOISE
…Oh, the phone is ringing. Well, obviously you’re going to answer it. You don’t see any need to seek a second opinion on whether or not your next action will be to answer the ringing phone.
nachomusings answered your question: Your name is Hutch West (yes, that’s your real…
Inspect the countertop for suspicious stains or scratches.
You’re not sure you’d call these suspicious, you know what made them all. The scratches are where you were a little careless with your claws, the ring is where you forgot to use a coaster when enjoying a traditional Frellan hot beverage, and- okay, you don’t know what that big gray splot at the edge of the counter is. It’s probably not important.
As for that big square, that’s where your cash register used to be. Apparently that lighter color is how the counter looked before it acquired decades of nicotine stains from your boss. Grody.
Anyway, yeah, your cash register was stolen a week ago. You know who did it and you’re not going to give the immature mook the satisfaction of knowing how much the theft has irked you. This is rather counter-productive behavior on your part, since he would probably give it back if you confronted him, but shhh. You won’t give him the satisfaction, you say!
Looks like the Tumblr settings are one per customer… which I think is a pretty good rule.
cranberrysoap answered your question: Your name is Hutch West (yes, that’s your real…
Organize all the produce in the shop in ascending order of weight or cost? Or take a nap? Or play thumb wars with yourself?
nonpariels-and-jimmies answered your question: Your name is Hutch West (yes, that’s your real…
Attend to customers in a gruff and generally distrusting manner
You’d love to do any of those things. You have organized and re-organized the heck out of the things sold in this dump- none of which, incidentally, are produce- until your boss got fed up with being unable to find anything in her own store, and expressly forbid you from any more of that nonsense. (It happened the day you organized things by bar code. That was the final straw.)
Despite yourself, you’re too professional to sleep on the job, and you’re not entirely sure you have thumbs.
As for attending to customers in a gruff manner, well, first off, there aren’t any customers right now. Secondly, if there were… you’re kind of a weenie, and would speak to them in meek little mumbles until they went away. People often have to tell you to repeat things you say several times on account of your terrible mumbling.
Basically, the answer boxes on the posts are for character direction. Several separate answers may be used from one post, and one answer box does not ‘expire’ until a new one is made. Basically, if there’s a new post, and it doesn’t have an answer box, it’s not supposed to be given directions- the last post with an answer box is still where your directions should go. Hopefully that made sense!
Your name is Hutch West (yes, that’s your real name) and you live in the capital city of Frella, a heavily industrialized planet smack in the middle of the Shanian Empire. You are currently working as a cashier at one of the least popular convenience stores in the universe. This is you here at work right now, as should be obvious, since standing behind a counter looking irritable isn’t much of a leisure activity. You’re not very happy with this job. Only working as a frycook could be more degrading.
You had a good job, a well-paid job as an accountant. Yes, you were a very good accountant, and you loved it. Numbers are soothing. Numbers don’t lie. Numbers are order and sanity. But that job didn’t end so well- okay, it ended perhaps the worst way any job could possibly end, with drawn-out trials and jail stays and plea bargains and…
Yeah, you don’t want to think about that. Better do something to take your mind off it.
But this isn’t an environment that’s very conducive to leisure, or really, any activity at all besides what you’re currently doing, which is apparently crap all. So what on Earth Frella will you do with your worthless carcass?
Organize all the produce in the shop in ascending order of weight or cost.
