Post by The Jenn on May 26, 2009 23:06:33 GMT -5
Someone listening to him ramble about his theories without sidling away? Nifty! Also rather novel. Jak tried not to upset people at all costs, so when he noticed their obvious discomfort he usually obligingly stopped talking about a subject... unless they hid their feelings well enough that he couldn't tell.
"They very well could be the rejects at the bottom of the magical bucket. I'd never thought about it like that before. Maybe they just get pitched out with the trash and - whoops! - there goes somebody finding it and having their ears grow long or their hands turn into flippers or their fur fall out. You never know. That's what makes it the best game. If you're going to hunt in garbage, though, the stuff in the Outer Bazaar is always best. For one thing, you don't have people chasing you out of it for 'disturbing the peace', or whatever it is they have an issue with that day. Garbage is garbage and nobody cares."
He almost forgot the bagels and cream cheese sitting next to him in the heat of the conversation, grin still manic, but the smells of the bakery suddenly registered once more in his brain and he twitched. "Speaking of the Outer Bazaar, I think I'd better go and make a quick delivery before I continue dumpster diving. Don't want the dairy to go bad." He giggled and poked at the bag, which smelled delightful.
"They very well could be the rejects at the bottom of the magical bucket. I'd never thought about it like that before. Maybe they just get pitched out with the trash and - whoops! - there goes somebody finding it and having their ears grow long or their hands turn into flippers or their fur fall out. You never know. That's what makes it the best game. If you're going to hunt in garbage, though, the stuff in the Outer Bazaar is always best. For one thing, you don't have people chasing you out of it for 'disturbing the peace', or whatever it is they have an issue with that day. Garbage is garbage and nobody cares."
He almost forgot the bagels and cream cheese sitting next to him in the heat of the conversation, grin still manic, but the smells of the bakery suddenly registered once more in his brain and he twitched. "Speaking of the Outer Bazaar, I think I'd better go and make a quick delivery before I continue dumpster diving. Don't want the dairy to go bad." He giggled and poked at the bag, which smelled delightful.
