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destinystrings2013-02-10 12:23 am
a_pirate_meant_to_be) wrote in destinystrings2013-02-10 12:23 am
Happy Hallmark Holidays
Who: Guybrush, OPEN.
Where: Virgo District.
Summary: Screw Animus. The true terror of February is holiday exploitation.
Warnings: Lovey dovey stuff.
All right, so he knows there's a crazy situation right now what with a bunch of other visitors missing, and what with apparently that shiny doohickey thing he'd touched back in the ruins apparently being the sign of terrible apocalyptic things to come. But the heck with that right now. He's got bigger, more important things to worry about.
Like, say, what to give his Plunderbunny for Valentine's Day.
In the past, it's been relatively simple. Go out, find treasure, loot a place, then buy something really nice for her. Preferably not with a debilitating curse, like the wedding ring. But apparently between the Seventeenth Century and the Twenty-First, something went horribly, terribly wrong.
ALL the stores are bedecked out offering tons of stuff. Chocolates, rings, teddy bears, provocative underwear... *ahem* It's not like he's got THAT much even with the money he made off deliveries, either. And some of this stuff just looks... dumb, frankly. Or cheap. Mostly both.
"Love sure ain't what it used to be," he comments, sighing. Well, no sense in putting things off. Maybe there's, like, a sword with a heart-shaped pommel or something.
Where: Virgo District.
Summary: Screw Animus. The true terror of February is holiday exploitation.
Warnings: Lovey dovey stuff.
All right, so he knows there's a crazy situation right now what with a bunch of other visitors missing, and what with apparently that shiny doohickey thing he'd touched back in the ruins apparently being the sign of terrible apocalyptic things to come. But the heck with that right now. He's got bigger, more important things to worry about.
Like, say, what to give his Plunderbunny for Valentine's Day.
In the past, it's been relatively simple. Go out, find treasure, loot a place, then buy something really nice for her. Preferably not with a debilitating curse, like the wedding ring. But apparently between the Seventeenth Century and the Twenty-First, something went horribly, terribly wrong.
ALL the stores are bedecked out offering tons of stuff. Chocolates, rings, teddy bears, provocative underwear... *ahem* It's not like he's got THAT much even with the money he made off deliveries, either. And some of this stuff just looks... dumb, frankly. Or cheap. Mostly both.
"Love sure ain't what it used to be," he comments, sighing. Well, no sense in putting things off. Maybe there's, like, a sword with a heart-shaped pommel or something.
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"How much is steel going for in bulk again?" he asks, eyebrow raised.
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