Moevyng Day
Mar. 12th, 2012 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
death_gone_madSpring is slinking its way back into the desert. Not that winter makes much of an impact, but spring is still noticeable. Various plants decide to show off the flowers they have been working on during the latter part of the winter and various small insects take flight to visit the displays the plants have put up.
It is a special day, one that comes every four years, since calendars need to be readjusted and houses need to be given a thorough cleaning. Or houses need to be changed, altogether. Although Sumona of Pollnivneach may be an oddity in town, most notably refusing to even be nicknamed Ali, she still participates in the Moevyng Day traditions along with everyone else. It's a good day to do an inventory of the shop. No one is likely to come in anyway.
She is cleaning out one of the shelves when she smells something slightly rotten. Which makes no sense. She doesn't sell anything that could rot. Things that can kill, poison, crumble, crush, stab, and dessicate, but not rot. No. Rotting things is not in her style. What is that?
Sometimes, a good nose is a good thing.
Are those? Apples?
It's coming from the back of the shelf. It is a pile of apples. When did she bring apples into the store? And what's sitting on top of them?
She pulls the thing out and stares at it.
It's a t-minus device, with a slayer gem jammed into it. Well, it was. The gem and the t-minus client have grown into eachother. Moreso than when she stopped experimenting with it anyhow. Feh, a momento from Milliways. It must have been surviving on the apples all this time. Why haven't the apples rotted completely by now? Well, without the server, what good is the client? The modifications she made to it probably won't let her listen in on the Temple Knights anymore, thanks to that brat Savant. It would probably be best to ash it and recover the gem from it.
But, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.
She opens the t-minus device, after some coaxing.
"..."
"... no ..."
It is a special day, one that comes every four years, since calendars need to be readjusted and houses need to be given a thorough cleaning. Or houses need to be changed, altogether. Although Sumona of Pollnivneach may be an oddity in town, most notably refusing to even be nicknamed Ali, she still participates in the Moevyng Day traditions along with everyone else. It's a good day to do an inventory of the shop. No one is likely to come in anyway.
She is cleaning out one of the shelves when she smells something slightly rotten. Which makes no sense. She doesn't sell anything that could rot. Things that can kill, poison, crumble, crush, stab, and dessicate, but not rot. No. Rotting things is not in her style. What is that?
Sometimes, a good nose is a good thing.
Are those? Apples?
It's coming from the back of the shelf. It is a pile of apples. When did she bring apples into the store? And what's sitting on top of them?
She pulls the thing out and stares at it.
It's a t-minus device, with a slayer gem jammed into it. Well, it was. The gem and the t-minus client have grown into eachother. Moreso than when she stopped experimenting with it anyhow. Feh, a momento from Milliways. It must have been surviving on the apples all this time. Why haven't the apples rotted completely by now? Well, without the server, what good is the client? The modifications she made to it probably won't let her listen in on the Temple Knights anymore, thanks to that brat Savant. It would probably be best to ash it and recover the gem from it.
But, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.
She opens the t-minus device, after some coaxing.
"..."
"... no ..."