Shop smart: shop S-Mart! [open]

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

Click click click click.

"There." Ash was rather proud of his menial little accomplishment as he stood with one metal hand on his hip and the other clutching a price labler gun, surveying his store.

"That's the whole aisle." His imaginary, sensorium created store, but his store none-the-less.

Last shore-leave he participated in did him a lot of good; he unarguably wore the whole cowboy get-up very well and if he had half a mind about it, he would have just stayed on that dirtball. Living inside Stacy was just... bizarre. He had explored on his on own time, deciding that spending a night in those claustrophobic sleeping pods was nothing like sleeping on a real bed in the crew quarters. He admittedly found a great attraction to the Media Library but could only handle so many hours of mindless TV (which is a lot of hours in Ash's case, mind you) before he felt like his eyeballs were going to fall out of his head. The Art Hall was just downright creepy. The City offered a lot but he felt like he had barely mapped any of it out. It was surprisingly expansive and daunting for being inside a space ship... though he had become rather intimately acquainted the Drunken Dragon through Nima. In fact, somewhere between the mishmash of ancient buildings and temples, alien construction, and random crumbling structures the idea of finding a place to call his own (for more intimate encounters) seemed pretty plausible with how damn huge the City was.

However, with talks of dragons roaming around there lately, Ash, frankly, wanted nothing to do with it and could deal with sleeping on bunk beds if it meant keeping his business out of the City until someone called the super-sized space exterminators. Deadites? Sure, he could take 'em out. Hell, he even battled the undead in a medieval setting where he would have expected to find some scaly winged beast (and just as well would have expected it to also be undead) trying to make a meal out of him. But Here? Now? Space Dragons? The Chosen One didn't want to deal with it. Not. His. Problem.

You know what The Chosen One wanted? He wanted normal. He wanted Earth, he wanted home, he wanted mundane, he wanted S-Mart. Ash could imagine the rows of aisles filled with shelves of food, toys, appliances, racks of clothes, the ever looming banners reminding you where you were, his own blue uniform complete with tie and name tag, the employee lounge (even the broken handle on men's bathroom door), blue light specials and senior citizen discount days now...

The deadite with the lazy eye standing in line for the register holding a pack of diapers...

NO. No. Ash squeezed his eyes shut and willed the persistent image away. He had boxes to put away and long stories to bore his artificial co-workers and customers with and NOTHING was going to ruin that. Nothing. Not even his own stupid mind.

His first tentative tests with the sensoriums when he discovered them were totally mind blowing. Once he got the hang of it, he could have happily stayed here forever. It was the next best thing to normalcy and all he had to do was think about it.

...He just had to try really hard to not think about any deadites coming along to ruin that, as that tended to happen...

HELLO,
MY NAME IS ASH.
HOUSEWARES

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[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

There was something oddly soothing about walking through a store like this. Beastboy had been crashing people's Sensorium sessions for fun and found this peculiar little fantasy world finding it peaceful and relaxing. Somehow even more so then the sensorium he had just left full of fluffy clouds.

Stretching his arms out over his head he sighed and tucked his hands behind his head casually roaming the aisles. Yep, nothing to see here, just a point eared green goblin looking kid examining the imaginary comic books on the spinner rack in the magazine department.

[governorkang]

As if Kang hadn't been pissed off enough about a goddamn bronze dragon being on the ship, it had to get worse with Howard's exaggerations and assumptions, and other crewmembers not even bothering to listen when they were told there was absolutely nothing for them to worry about. Bronzes were creatures of Good.

If Crucible had any plans to kill anyone on Stacy, his only targets would be himself and his daughter. He was beginning to doubt that, too, after both the incident with Kali during Lirath and his own run-in, and as much as he liked not being killed, he didn't like the dragon's interest in his family, either.

Visits to the Sensoriums to blow off steam had become more frequent for the bozak in the past weeks. Every now and then he'd enter one to find it occupied, and leave immediately, but this one made him curious.

Who the hell would imagine up a supermarket?

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"This is the most boring Sensoriums visit I've ever seen." And yet, Howard's a little bit fascinated. Not just that the guy with the nametag would create such a dull fantasy, although that's certainly intriguing in its own right, but also the sheer quantity of items for sale. It's been well over a year, maybe two, since Howard's seen a fully-stocked department store.

He sort of wants to steal something from under Ash's nose, just to see if he can. Not like anything from the Sensoriums will last once he leaves the room anyway.

"So what do they pay you here, like, two over minimum?"

[mylittlelolny.livejournal.com]

If Ash stopped to check the magazine rack, he'd see every periodical was now the latest issue of Pony Party Monthly. If he looked up, he'd see colorful streamers dangling from the ceiling. The banners now read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY", "CONGRATULATIONS", "FELIZ NAVIDAD" and other excited greetings.

As for the deadite customers? They were all wearing colorful party hats.

Pinkie Pie had arrived.

[thewunderkind]

"What."

...well that summed it up nicely.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

It was... a supermarket. An old Earth supermarket. Not the kind he was used to, of course; it was significantly bigger, and was also not full of zombies. He wandered through the aisles, occasionally puzzling over a piece of merchandise. Wait, was that -- it was.

"...A milk carton holder," he said in disbelief.

[swordstabmagica.livejournal.com]

Sayaka just blinked, looking around the store as she walked into the sensorium. She definitely wasn't expecting a shop to be there, that was for sure. This was just, well, weird.

Still, since it was here she should at least look around, shouldn't she?

So that's what she was doing now, looking through some of the isles. From the looks of things and the packages, whoever had this store conjured up was American, or maybe British. It didn't really matter, she couldn't read what half the stuff said anyway. English classes were never her strong suit in school.