Mall Service - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/12/2017
Log
It's a fine day. The breeze is kept off of mutant's back by the firm walls of the mall. "Come one, come all," shouts an enthusiastic Rod. "We ain't here just for agents no more. I mean, not that they aren't cool n' all, but, you know?" He shrugs helplessly. "We got great deals for everyone."
Fenris trots up with a contented little smile on his face and a white stetson on his head. "The mall!" he grins, "I've been thinking I could use a new look!"
A cute, redhead lamia girl slowly slithers into the room. She holds her bulky nanite collector tight, while she shyly passes numerous rat-folks. She never trusted mall rats. Well, at least their leaders. But, as she had nothing to do today, she decided to come over. Now Uvi just stands in the room, not knowing if she should be amazed, or disgusted by what she sees.
Escherr figured it was time to get back to his roots so to speak. It had been awhile since just chilling at the mall. Already after the change the rat was already feeling the draw to head to the mall. Time to see what deals and treasures can be found."
Rod gives an emphatic thumbs up at Fenris. "Hey, just one of the agents I was talking about. Maybe you could lend a hand?" He waved one of his own at the shy mutants, going across the unsure Lamia he sees. "Look at 'em. They're not chill at all. Everyone's shy about spending a cred, like it's their last or something."
Khaybat came looking to buy things and stuff! But she's not sure what those things are yet. The rat pads along towards the mall, then goes to line up behind the others to get inside!
Ebreus glides down toward the road leading toward the mall... having learned some time ago that it is easier to come to a running landing than try to emulate a movie-esque three point landing. As he nears the ground he catches it with his paws on the road and stumbles a bit as he is still adjusting to landing on proper road instead of the ruins of long since destroyed roads.
With a flap of his wings he stabilizes as he jogs down the road toward the mall and the new sale that's going on. He smiles as he aproaches and sees more people ariving... and so far only himself flying. Not being able to help but overhear the leader of the Mall Rats ask an agent for help he grins a little wider as he reaches the entrance.
"Hey Rod. How's the Mall been since people started trying to fix everything?" he asks.
"Hey, it's bee--oh dear god!" He jumps behind Ebreus. "Tell me that isn't what I think it is." He points a fearful finger directly at Khaybat. "Get it away from my buds!"
Fenris laughs and returns Rod's thumbs up. "I am all about cool!" he says, "And Freecred runs like water around these parts!" He turns his grin on the others. "Come on folks!" he says, "Let's shop til we drop!? He turns back to Rod, ?And I'm here for a makeover! Gotta be be cool, right??
Escherr looks over himself some and his attire already decked out in plenty of trinkets and cool things he has found over each adventure. Despite any form that is taken the need to collect "cool" things is never lost on him. Watching Ebreus arrive and soon Rod freak ou some and has to chuckle a bit. "Now don't lose your cool Rod. Is not very chill." Looking over to the serpent like creature. "Eh their creds are just as good here. Make a deal with anyone right?"
Ebreus smiles as Rod starts then immediently becomes confused seeing a Mall Rat loose their cool for the first time. He tilts his head as he processes what just happened for a moment before looking to Khaybat and shaking his head as he pieces together what happened. "Hey Khaybat." he greets the, currently, Slut Rat then turns his attention back to Rod, "I don't think you've very much to worry about her. She's an Agent, probably not infectious... and she's a bit too shy to spread it even if she is."
Uvi frowns her forehead. Of course she's chill! It's just.. a different kind of chill. Anyways, She figures out there is no point trying to hide from Rod, so she waves her petite hand. She seems to not care about the slut rat, or Rod himself. She's seen freakier things. Uvi is a little bit startled by Escherr, but she qucikly straghtens herself and nods. "Y-yes! That's right..totally!", she squeaks.
Rokarion was idly walking from shop to shop in the mall, one assumes it is to buy things, novel as it may seem, before he stopped as the little commotion with Rod began. The kemo-poodle gave the offending mutant a quick glance before focusing on a familiar face, "Greetings Fenris, I see you are here today, tired of annoying the execs in Zephyr?"
Fenris peers around to see what has so troubled Rod, and frowns at the Slutrat, remembering some of the trouble that happened here. "They came in the front door, Rod,? he points out, ?And there's only one. It's probably alright. Now, what's up for grabs around here?? The tubby tanuki gears up for a day of shopping and personal pampering. He grins and Rokarion, "Never!" he affirms.
Khaybat meanwhile starts wibbling and soon starts crying after Rob freaks out over her appearance. It's not like she knew how to turn into any other rat or mice forms! The ratling starts trying to walk the way she came.
Rod nervously laughs. "Yeah, harmless..." He slides over towards one of his fellow-rats, speaking something quietly before clearing his throat. "Right! Anyone that follows the rules of cool are welcome, especially today! There are sales going on in each and every store, even the restroom has a discount or two, promise."
Fenris tries not to dwell on what sort of discounts the bathroom might offer, but wanders around the atrium looking at the various, open stores. Despite his bravado, the tubby tanuki is not entirely certain what qualifies as cool.
Fenris turns to look at Rokarion. "You're all about being well-dressed, right?? he asks, ?Any tips? I don't really know where to start!" The tanuki looks around for interesting clothing stores, or maybe a spa.
Ebreus looks back to Uvi and Khaybat. His ears droop and his tails loose a little of their natural lively sway seeing Khaybat about to leave in tears. He darts past her and crouches slightly, "Hey, no need for tears." he says to her. He smiles faintly, "It was just an over-reaction. See, the Mall's open to pretty much everyone. So how about we go shopping?" he says to her.
Rokarion smirks at Fenris's response before shaking their head and looking at Rod. The poodle purses their lips before voicing their question, "And what are those Rules of Cool, Rod? Might want to tell your new customers about them."
The poodle, who was currently dressed in a utilitarian uniform of the K9 unit, looks at Fenris and mulls his question in their head, "Well, depends on what exactly are you looking for. You could always look for a standard shirt, chinos, and a blazer. Smart enough for most occasions. Not like we will be attending any Royal weddings soon."
Rod gives a 'huh?'. "Oh! Yeah. Rules of cool are easy, yeah? Just be chill. Someone bothering you, just tell 'em, don't get all worked up about it, and no hitting, or taking what isn't yours, you know? Be cool." He gives a double thumbs up. "Should come natural. Everyone that works here is pretty cool."
"Well its embedded in my DNA to be cool so no problem here." Escherr joked some having the appropiate form to boast about being rad. Looking over the well dressed poodle. "You may need an entire wardrobe change. Nothing draws the eye to you. Something flashy. Everyone likes shiny thing." Chuckling a bit. Though moving to Khaybat as well and tail moving to stop them from walking any further. "I like the punk look the slut rats have. Often I mix the rat mutations together. Like Ebreus said lets find somehting to cheer you up."
Uvi follows Ebreus and Escherr. She gives a gentle pat on Khaybat's shoulder. Even though she didn't really care, she felt a pity for hir. She looks at them and softly says, "You are agents too? I think we should stick together. Right. L-let's go."
Fenris nods as people dole out advice. Classic, Flashy, Simple. "Well then,? he says, "That leaves just one choice!? The burly tanuki closes his eyes and spins in place with his arm pointed out. He comes to a stop and opens his eyes, finding his finger pointed at a clothing store. . . specializing in leather?
Rokarion looked at Escherr as he threw a remark their way before responding. "I just finished my patrol, and the K9s do not really want our uniforms to look like Christmas trees." The poodle then shifted their gaze again to eye the shop Fenris chose, "Well, that is also an option...depends on what kind of leather their are selling." Hopefully the wholesome kind.
Unfortunately without hooves to slip on Khaybat is pretty fast when she's running scared--or upset--and Ebreus soon sees her disappearing down the road towards Zephyr's building.
When the strange Slut Rat runs away, Uvi just raises her eyebrows, and then she shrugs. "I guess she needed to pee." She sways her hips, and looks at other agents, before she continues, "Anyway, l-let's go. Right." She nods to herself.
Fenris smiles at trots toward the store! ?All three, right?? he says, not waiting to see who follows, ?Simple, classic and maybe a little flashy!? He slips through the door and looks around curiously, his burly frame taking up a lot of room in a mall-sized store.
Escherr seemed to be unable to stop the other rat from running away. Unfortanate but deals were calling. Looking over some of the others and having to smirk at the tanuki looking at the leather shope and hearing the canine. "Wholesome or not leather goes with anything." Nodding in agreement to Uvi. "Agreed only have so much time and is a pretty big mall."
Ebreus' ears droop further and tails stop swaying entirely as his timid friend darts away toward Z tower. He watches her run off for a few moments before taking a deep breath and releacing it in a sigh. He turns around to look back at the Mall, other Agents, and Rod. He slowly shakes his head as he aproaches the Mall again. "Might want to apologize to her after she has some time to calm down, Rod." he says.
He steps past the Mall Rat into the Mall. He grins to himself for a moment as if he had gotten an idea just after passing Rob but almost imediently returns his expression as he begins to look around the first floor for something to catch his attention.
Rokarion looks back towards the entrance as they spot the same mutant run away to...somewhere. Shrugging, the canine looks back at Fenris and nods before deciding to follow along, "Well, I currently have nothing else to do. Might as well check the place out."
Fenris wanders carefully among the racks of coats and belts and. . . other things, looking for a someone to lead him by the hand in the wonderful new world of retail leather products. ?Anybody here?? he asks cheerily, plucking a set of belts that seem to be all tangled together off of a rack.
The rat moves past Rod and into the mall as well. The plentiful ammount of options made it hard to chose a direction. So Escherr shrugged some and begain window shopping like a proper shopper looking for anything to catch his eye.
A tall and thin female rat pokes her head out from behind a rack of hanging coats. "Hey! Welcome to my little slice of heaven. What can I do, oh, cool. You're one of those chin-chong doggie things, right?"
Uvi glances back to see if other agents follow her, as she slithers to the nearest shop, where a big tanuki is already looking for something. She notices a peculiar shopkeeper and gets rather interested, even though she doesn't like leather. She moves closer and nods to tanuki and shopkeeper. "Haio~!", she says, and giggles loudly when she hears 'ching-chong'.
Rokarion was walking around looking at all the oddities and leather attire, deciding not to question where did the leather come from. The canine was feeling up one of the leather jackets before their drooping raised at the comment thrown by the store clerk, "That is not the best phrasing..." Roka stated hesitantly, not sure how exactly racial dynamics work now with everyone having fur.
Ebreus looks through a few shops casually until something catches his eye. He gets a glint in his eye as he spies a tech shop. He peeks inside to see what all they have.
Escherr kept up his wandering till finding himself in a bit of the old food court. If the rats knew how to do one thing it was find junk food, the good stuff. Well perhaps not good in the sense of nutrition but never had to worry about such things with nanites. "I need to update my stash of treats anyhow."
The rat wriggles fingers at Uvi. "Hey! Oh," She looks back to Fenris before continuing. "You were talking to the R man, right? You have to be cool, or have lots of creds, maybe both? Either way, you're cool here. I gotta know, do you like rice? I mean, that's just part of what you are, right?" She snorts and waves a hand dismissively. "Listen to me. Someone's gonna ask me if I like cheese." She leans in. "Trick is, I do! Joke's right on 'em!" Suddenly she frowns. "Wait, that's a mouse thing. Do rats like cheese? I like cheese. I'm a rat. Eh." She shrugs it all off, abandoning the thought. "How can I get you looking your best?"
A racoon waves at Ebreus. "Hey, look around, let me know if you have any questions." He doesn't look to be in a rush to move from his seat, but at least he seems attentive enough.
The food court only has one place open, offering hotdogs by an overweight rat reclining on his stool, idly watching the court. He does not react to a new face.
Ebreus nods as the Racoon greets him. "Thanks, heard about the sale and thought I'd stop by and spend some creds. Not sure of prescicely what I want to spend on... if you've got computer software, especially programming tools or anything that works with a Nanite Interface Control Enhancer, I'd love to take a look." he says as he eyes some pieces of hardware.
"Mmm, software." The racoon slides off his chair and ducks under the counter. "Software's tricky. Nanites chomp on whatever you got it stored on, ya know?" He comes up with a small glass box. "Why I keep my media in here." He runs a paw over it reverently. "My special stash..."
Uvi giggles some more at the silly rat, finding her somewhat amusing. However Uvi changes her mind and leaves. The racist shopkeeper seems to be occupied, anyway. She decides to slither back to Rod. As she tries to grab his attention, she loudly says, "Yo! Rod!"
Fenris grins at the shopkeeper. "Sure!" he agrees, despite the racist connotations. They don't really matter much to him. "I'm here for a makeover!" he explains, "I figured I would start with a new wardrobe!" He struggles a bit with the belts he is holding. They seem to be hooked together? It is not belts at all! But rather some kind of harness!
Rod's ear perks up at Uvi. "Hey, snakey momma. How can ole' Rod help ya out? Ya finding everything you ever wanted?"
"Makeover? Ha! You're mine now!" She practically pounces her would-be customer and tries to pull him further in. "I'll have you looking so amazing, people will barely recognize you."
Escherr slinks on up to the only stand thinking would do better with a few that could use some of that cooking nanomagic. Who doesn't like to eat some fast food now and then or binge out on junk food. "Hey hows it going?" Leaning against the ocunter in true mall rat like fashion. "Can I get two please?" Trying to think back when was the last time enjoyed a hot dog. Probably before P-Day. SOme had a few hangups with eating meat now of days.
"Two, yeah." The fat rat scratches his belly a moment before grabbing a set of tongs. He fishes two dogs off the grill and practically slaps them onto buns without much art or grace. "Two. Extras right there." He doesn't even point, he just kinda looks to where ketchup and other things await in open bowls. "Hit yet when the request comes." Ding! In Escherr's comm, a window pops up, requesting permission to take four cred.
* yes
Escherr spends 4 Freecred for RP reasons.
Ebreus nods when the Racoon mentions the difficulty of preserving software, "Yeah. Just keeping what I've already got in a functional state takes a bit of doing." He watches as the racoon slides off his seat and grabs the glass box. He takes a close look at the glass box then looks up to the Racoon, "So what all you have... don't want to unnecarrily expose everything to nanites just to browse. A visual studio program or what was is... a program for making images can't quite recall the name."
Rokarion raises a brow as the racist shopkeeper suddenly steals away the tanuki, "Well, good luck with your makeover." The poodle says before they move outside again, spotting Uvi trying to talk to Rob and deciding to that what that is about.
Fenris gleefully allows himself to be dragged along, despite being much larger than the mall rat shop keeper. "I knew I could find help here!" he laughs.
"Oh, you want PhotoHack! I got 2002 edition right here." The racoon taps at the glass with a claw. "Good stuff, before they got extra fancy and bloated anyway."
The racist, and yet friendly, ratgirl begins grabbing various collars and vests, trying them on Fenris rapidly. "Mmm, nah, maybe...?" She is in her world, enjoying playing dressup with her victim.
Escherr hits yes and pays the rat as he makes his way to the mustard. Sanitary it was not but what use was an iron stomach if it did not get used once in awhile. Having his treat for now the rat moved to exploring once again and occasionally take a bite or two.
Uvi pouts her lips and frowns her eyebrows, before she speaks to Rod, "Yo, no, Rod. I wonder, you see. I need the craziest item you've got here." She pauses for a moment, but then continues, "I doubt you've got stuff i really need, anyway." She lifts her bulky nanite collector to show it to rod. She spots a familliar poodle and waves at him really quickly, then turns back to Rod.
Rod squints at the device. "Ah, yeah, I've had to fix those before. What about it? Hey, since you've been around, maybe you could help. I mean, we got tons of people ready to sell, but they're still not, you know, selling? Is it the decor that's off, throwing off the vibe?"
Fenris does not seem to mind being treated like a dress up toy. In fact, he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the attention. "It's gotta make my belly look good,? he says, ?A tanuki's belly is very important! Oh! And hats are good too!"
"Hats! Oh god yes." She grabs the largest one she has and slams it down on Fenris' head, his ears popping out through holes already prepared. "You are THE cutest thing ever!" She bursts into giggles as she grabs another vest. "And this..." She slips it onto him. "Has a cutout just for your cute widdle belly." She slaps that belly lightly. "If you get any cuter, I'll just die of sugar overload."
Ebreus thinks for a moment before replying, "Sounds good to me. I'll gladly take a copy. So do you have anything for software editing? Every now and then I find something where it'd be nice if I had a program for it but... well you know how nobody pre-P-Day made software for post-P-Day issues. Nothin' to do but write it yourself, right?" he says.
"You got a drive?" He sets the case down carefully. "It's easier to just do the transfer and keep the media where it is, you know? Flash drive, disk, whatever, so long as it's big enough." The racoon's eyes are wandering as if he's looking for something.
Fenris grins at the praise, adjusting the hat on his head and patting his belly, making a deep, bass drum sound. He ramains completely pantsless, of course. "Nice!? he says, ?I can deal with cute! Do we accessorize?? He looks around for a mirror, and looks toward Rokarion to see what he thinks.
Uvi hesitates, but decides to help Rod. She used to do business with him before, so he couldn't be that bad. She will trust him, at least for now. She takes a deep breath, and says, "My lovely collector?", she hugs it to her ches and smiles, "Fuck me, it works as new, tehee~! I just need a mako powered one, though I'm poor... Alright Rod, I might help you. Right. Tell me what you want me to do. I'm not sure about the decor, though. Could be, or could be not. How would I know, I'm a scientist, right?"
"Yeah, a scientist, but also! You are a customer, yeah?" Rod waves a hand across his mall. "I was hoping you'd spot something off that's turning people colder than winter around here and sending them packing."
Ebreus shakes his head, "I don't have a portable drive... though if you have any for sale it'd seem I've come to the right place." he says, smiling. "Hadn't had a computer since P-Day so I'm still getting everything all nice and well-running... and tryin' to remember what I learned about 'em from before."
Rokarion mulls over Rod's dilemma before deciding to answer, "Well...you have to remember that there was an apocalypse and around eight years of everyone just bartering or scavenging. People are still new to this entire retail thing. After all, we did more or less skip a number of hops to go from bartering to shopping mall with no stops." The poodle gives the area another look before focusing back on Rod, "How about trying giving away freebies? Like a free hot dog or canned drink. That will get customer's guards down, and might even make them want to buy more of these 'samples' that you hand out."
Well! "If you got the creds." He doesn't sound like he doubts Ebreus does as he fishes about. "Eaten, chomped, eaten, ew... Ah, here's one. A bit beat up, but salvagable." He slaps down the found SD card with a triumphant grin. "Practically new, sorta."
"Huh, freebies... could work." Rod taps a foot thoughtfully. "Yeah, can't hurt too bad. Hey, Peddles!" He suddenly shouts. From the food court, the fat rat grunts. "Yeah you! Free hotdogs, one to a customer, got it." The fat rat shrugs a little. "He got it."
Ebreus grins as the Racoon fetches an SD Card, "Nice. Well if it'll run as is then I'll take it and the software if not add a little salvage to the total and I'll see if I can fix it then we can load it up." he says, a big grin on his face.
The slender she-rat with Fenris nudges him right in front of a full mirror. "Now, hmmm, are you one of those party-harders, or do you like to keep it in until the ladies say the right words, ya know? I mean..." She waves a paw down at his lower half. "Cover up or not?"
Uvi squints her eyes as she glances over the mall. The only thing that really stands out for her is the big, fat rat at the food stall. She is about to say something about how awful his hot dogs smell, but Rokarion steps in. She sighs quietly and turns to Rod, "Right. Food. People are hungry. That should work. People don't buy things cause they are hungry. Good job Rod~!" She smirks, and gives a hip bump to the rat. There is no way she will eat this hot-dog.
Rod meets the bump with a triumphant laugh. "Yeah, maybe that's all that's missing. We'll have this place bustling in no time at all."
Fenris is surprised to find himself without any supervision aside from his helpful shopkeeper friend. He admires himself in the mirror, but looks a little confused by the question, then shakes his head. "You mean pants?? he asks, ?Oh, no. Not really much point. Never know when I might need these bad boys." He slaps his large, tanuki testes without a wince. "But you're the boss! Gotta be cool, right??
"And if pants are optional..." She grabs a pair of sandals from her shelves, leather like much everything else. "These will put the other end on this outfit, like a cap on a pen, right? Try them on!"
Rokarion nods at Rod, "Well, let us hope that it works. By the way, how is this operation is being run? Is the entire mall owned and operated by the Mall Rats or do people own shops and rent it from you guys?"
Fenris takes the sandals and bends down to slip the leather sandals on his big, paw-like feet. Then he stands up and looks himself over in the mirror, twisting and turning to see how the vest fits tightly on his burly chest and shows off his thick, round belly. "Very nice!? he says, ?And it is cool?? He does a little, bouncing dance in front of the mirror and grins. ?How much do I owe you?? he asks.
Rod shrugs softly. "We have plenty of not-rats. We have plenty of rats. I mean, most people call it 'Mall Rat Turf', but that ain't cool. We aren't trying to make 'turf' like we want people to stay away. Heck, come on in!"
The girl rat claps her hands with joy. "You look absolutely perfect! Oh, right, price." Her eyes dart from piece to piece of clothing. "That'll be thirty thousand. Cred's alright, yeah?"
The racoon takes the repaired card and slots it into the side of the glass case. "Perfect. Now I just..." He ducks back under the counter a moment. "One moment.... just... and.... there we are." He pops up. "One program, just for you!"
Escherr being a bit of an infor gather listened in on a few conversations and had his mind thinking about what could perk up the mall. Most malls before P-Day had an energy behind them that seemed to draw people like a vortex. A mix of atmoshphere and the chance to find something you didn't even know you wanted, or just a hang out. For now some tenets have moved in in the form of felines and there were plenty of shops. What was needed was somehting no one else had to bring people here.
For now he would let the thought linger in his head. Coming to the mall he had to always check out one of his favorite shops in Anchient Relics. Always the good chance to find something interesting, not necessarly helpful but that mattered little.
Rokarion raises a brow before nodding their head, "So, anyone can come here and set up shop as long as they play nice with everyone. Sounds like a decent enough enterprise then. Well, I hope it succeeds."
Uvi says, "Right, Rod. I bet folks will come on in now, since you've got food and all." She winks, although she really does not believe it. "Anyway, do you need us for anything else, or are we free to go? I'm still looking for some crazy-ass items, you see."
Fenris closes his eyes for a second, communicating with his NICE unit to transfer the requested credits to the shop. "Works for me!? he says as the transaction completes, ?Freecreds just don't seem to stretch real far, do they?? The big tanuki looks himself over once more in the mirror before looking back out into the mall. "Thanks a ton!" he grins to the shopkeeper, ?Now I think its time for a little pampering! Is there a salon or something around here??
Fenris spends 30000 Freecred to: Snazzy Duds
Ebreus smiles, "Nice. So have any software editiing tools... maybe something like MS Visual Studio?" he asks. "Oh and how much for the drive and program so far?"
"Shoot." The raccoon snaps his agile fingers. "People loved collecting photo stuff, ate it up, but a good compiler? Harder to come by. I have a Visual C package? I never played with it much, not my speed."
"Nah nah. We just have to reach out, make it more enticing. Thanks!" He turns away, waving at his crew. "Guys, I got plans..."
Ebreus thinks for a moment, "Hmmm... yeah I remember a little bit about C. Pretty sure I can work with that. I'll take it. What's that bring the total up to?" he asks.
