event #1

[soulping]

Congratulations, Kyriakos. You have arrived in supermarket hell. The inside of the supermarket looks exactly like what one would find in a 1950s supermarket: packed aisles full of bright advertisements and cans and boxes, along with fresh produce and fruits, snacks and candy, and even a counter for getting meat sliced for you. It looks like all of the people who work there are ghosts, and won’t be charging you for any of it: even the butcher will do the work for you. For some people on Ratatoskr, this supermarket may even look extremely familiar, down to the layout of the aisles and the nametags on the ghosts lining the registers.

Unfortunately for everyone, you are going to be there with all of the other teams, and there aren’t one hundred pounds of roast beef, so you may have to share some of the primary ingredients: produce, fruit, and meat especially.

You have no set recipe, so pick whatever you feel like!

Comments

[trailofblood]

[holy shit this is a lot of food???]

[kind of veering away from the meat sections but still, so much food]

[lucciola]

[I'm with you, dude]

... it is a little overwhelming.

[trailofblood]

. . . Yeah. But there's plenty of food to go around, at least?

[lucciola]

That is true. We should have no trouble finding things for a dinner.

[purrtylittlewires]

Not familiar with big stores?

[trailofblood]

. . . You mean this sorta thing is normal in your world?

[purrtylittlewires]

Yes. Or that's the impression I get, haven't remembered being 'home' yet. But big stores feel 'normal.'