A Darkesian Simulation

[Hariko]

A Darkesian Simulation!

 

As the beginning of summer gets closer, I figured we could use a new RP that everyone could get involved in. Nothing too exclusive, something that a player could just jump right in at any time and follow what was going on. After some polling, the voters settled on A Darkesian Simulation. For those of you who don't understand the reference, here's the video below:

 

 

So, to join in, just post, no need for signing up. In this RP, you'll be in character as your nation's personification. This is all taking place in a supermarket, and like in the video, silly interactions will follow. So, roleplay away!

 

Rules:

 

• No godmodding, this is a supermarket, not a Michael Bay film, also
• No segwaying; please don't post off topic, if you guys want to chat about this OOC, I'll make a separate thread for that. So,
• In general, keep it realistic, and
• Please have your change ready by the time you get to the cash register. Thank you for shopping at TWP-Mart!

[URAP]

A tall, lanky 24 year old Norweigan man with blond hair and green eyes cautiously walked through the door to TWP-Mart. He check the flyer and quickly found the liquor isle and delighted found a large sale on soju. He began walking towards the back of the store.

[Hariko]

An Asian man of modest stature quietly walks in through the door with a pensive look on his face; he quietly nods his head to the cashier as he walks down an aisle to the right side of the store. At the beginning of the aisle, he picks up a basket and then looks for the brand of ramen noodles he seeks. He finds it, and is about to put it in the basket when he sees the price of the noodles on the shelf. He frowns and puts it back before going to the fruit area to buy some peaches and plums. Turning the corner of the aisle, he hits his hip on the corner of the shelf and winces. The jars of tomato sauce shake, but to his relief, do not fall. An employee glances at him and he looks away in embarrassment, then walks towards the fruit section.

 

In the fruit section, as he is picking fruit with the least bruises and marks, a tall man walks by with two 2L bottles of soju. He raises his eyebrow as the content man walks by, and then places his fruit on a scale.

[A fish in the sea]

An Australian man of average height walks into the store, takes off his Aviators and wide-rimmed hat, and walks down the poultry isle to get some chicken for later. He finds lots chicken from his favorite brand, and so grabs five boxes of chicken off the shelf. As he walks towards the back of the store, he turns his head to see an Asian man almost cause a huge mess by accidentally dropping a few jars of tomato soup on the floor. He says to the Asian man, "Be more careful next time," and continues walking to the back of the store.

[URAP]

The Norwegian passes by an Asian man, extending a friendly nod and continuing to the fruits section to grab assorted fruits. Having accomplished this, with organic fruit no less, he walks to the frozen food section to pick up some fish, spotting an Australian to which he extends another nod. Glancing quickly over the fish, he selects his choices and puts them in his cart.

[Hariko]

He puts the plums and peaches into small plastic bags and then walks over to the checkout, where he finds a line of people waiting impatiently while the cashier fumbles with change. He sighs and takes out his phone while he waits in line.

[A fish in the sea]

He is also in line, and also takes out his phone. He starts playing NationStates on it, and then raises his head to see the Asian in front of him also playing it by the name of Hariko. He posts on the RMB, "Hariko, look behind you IRL." He waits for the Asian to turn around.

[Hariko]

He refuses to turn around and tries to count to ten.

[URAP]

The Norwegian man gets into line behind the odd assortment, and pulls a camp stool out of his backpack. He sits down and takes out a laptop.

[Big Bad Badger]

A Texan walks into the TWP-Mart, stops as his eyes adjust to the lighting. He glances confidently across the store. His face shows experiene not weathered from age, rather learned from a life spent living.

He walks down the fruit isle passes an Asian man they exchange friendly nods. The Texan grabs a bag of limes, assorted peppers and some fresh herbs. Looks disgusted as his hands are full and he barely has what he needs. Looks at his produce and realizes he has a reusable grocery bag in his backpack.

As the Texan gets himself situated, he strolls to the butcher. Orders two large ribeyes and a pound of large shrimp and waits for his order glancing around the TWP-MART.

[Papercuts and Skittles]

A burly Russian walks in the the TWP-Mart and heads for the produce section, scratching his beard.

 

Muttering under his breath he examines various melons on display, "In Cuttian Russia markets, there would be a better selection." He sets down his latest melon, and picks up a papaya. "We don't have these," he says eyeing it suspiciously and takes a sniff before putting it back disgusted and crinkling his nose at a star fruit.

 

He walks away shaking his head, and heading for the deli section, sneering as he passes a seemingly oblivious little Asian man blocking the aisle.

[Hariko]

He looks at the Norwegian sitting on his camp stool and quietly mutters something to himself. The man then glances ahead of the line to see a Reçu at the register.

 

Reçus are known for their laid-back lifestyles and appreciation for good food. Because of that, lines at checkout counters are a daily occurrence in Reçueçn. You as a Harikene are annoyed because long lines like such are uncommon where you are from. You would much rather get back to the beach instead of waiting in a supermarket line.

 

However, the Darkesian in front of you is even more annoyed because she has a bag full of chocolate that she would much rather not let melt in the stuffy supermarket. A man with a Glenda Slagg mask tries giving you a shoulder rub as you shudder and inch away from him. The Darkesian begins yelling at the cashier.

 

The man swats away a fly that keeps orbiting his head.

[A fish in the sea]

He puts the chicken on the checkout counter. Australians are even more free and easy-going than the Reçus, which is why, in Australia, this is another daily occurance. He knows that the people behind him are very annoyed, but he is too relaxed to care.

[Papercuts and Skittles]

The hairy Cutter seemingly out of nowhere saddles up in line, with a novelty pair of sunglasses, a hat 4 sizes too large (WHERE THE HELL DID SUCH A LARGE MAN FIND SUCH A LARGE SUN HAT) and some zinc oxide on his nose. He takes a swig of a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew and coughs, before casually adding a little vodka to it.

 

In Cuttian Papercuts and Skittles, nice days are few and far in between. If you can get the time off from work for vacation, you better enjoy it because your next one will be a long time coming. Long lines are an every day occurrence in a compulsory consumerist state, but that doesn't mean you have to enjoy them.

 

The Cuttian leans to the side and sees how many people are ahead of him, winking at a lady looking back. Little good with sunglasses, but the Cuttian doesn't seem to realize. He pats down his pockets looking for a light, before grunting and returning to the aisles.

[Lady]

The doors of the TWP-Mart slide open and a mysterious being, clad in a body length puffy snow suit, gloves, hat and ski goggles appears standing in the entrance way. Taking a step inside the Mart, the being stomps the snow from their boots and proceeds to removed the gloves, hat and goggles. This reveals a pale, red face women. Walking to retrieve a buggy, she lets out in a rather loud and cheerful manner- to no one in particular, "boy, its a cold on out there, eh!" She is Canadian. 

 

Reaching the buggy, she places her gloves, hat and goggles inside and proceeds down the dairy isle in search of cheese curd.  

[Hariko]

The Harikene looks up and tries not to stare at the Canadian. He also wonders where all the snow is coming from if it's early summer in a beach town.

[Big Bad Badger]

The Texan grabs his assorted meats from the butcher and strolls directly to the beer aisle.  As he is looking at the rather impressive selection of microbrews he is struck by a lady walking through the front door.  "Whoa" he says to himself thinking he may have seen snow come off her boots.  "Strange days indeed" begins to hum a John Lennon tune as he grabs two six packs both from Canada. 

 

The Texan walks to the line, which hasn't moved since he got in the store.  He stands next to a burly man wearing sunglasses, a large hat, with zinc oxide on his nose.  The Texan chuckles when the burly man adds vodka to his mountain dew.  So the Texan grabs a beer and opens it as the burly man walks past back down the aisle.

 

The cold beer refreshes the Texan.  The line not moving allows him to reflect for a moment.  The beer reminds the Texan of his childhood in the Badger state.   He hopes that the snow is real and not just a mirage.   He wonders how he became a Texan, shakes his head thinking that Texas gets in your blood...

[URAP]

The Norwegian finally gets a league of legends match going and settles in for some ADC Twitch action. The sound of clicking and keyboard quickly fill the general vicinity around the man. He quickly looks down the line and decides it's not going anywhere before turning bac to the match.

[Hariko]

The Harikene scratches his head as the Norwegian plays video games on his computer in a supermarket. He figures he's seen weirder things before and resumes fuming at the slowness of the checkout line and aggressively refreshing the news feed on his phone.

[Papercuts and Skittles]

The Cutter comes back with a lit cigarette and leans against the aisle divider as he waits in line and pulls a well worn copy of Ubik by Philip K. Dick out of his pocket and opens to his marked spot and chuckles softly to himself, what others might have perceived as a low rumble.

[Hariko]

The Harikene looks around, wondering what that noise was.

[Papercuts and Skittles]

The Cutter looks up as somehow the first person in line is finished and the cashier enthusiastically greets the next person in line. He glances up and down the checkout lanes, yep this is the only one.

 

In Cuttian markets, there's always a back up clerk on duty for needs such as this, but such is the way in many Western Pacific markets...

 

He shrugs and puts out his cigarette, taking another swig of Mt Dew and vodka before returning to reading, remaining in place as the line takes a step forward.

[Hariko]

The Harikene tries to glance at the Norwegian's laptop without bringing much attention to himself, but loses his balance and falls over right next to the Norwegian. His face turns very red.

[URAP]

The Harikene tries to glance at the Norwegian's laptop without bringing much attention to himself, but loses his balance and falls over right next to the Norwegian. His face turns very red.

The Norwegian, without looking up from League, calmly says "Hey mate. Seen LoL before?"

[Hariko]

“Um, we will see...I mean no, sorry, I mean no. No I have not.”

 

The Harikene tries to pick himself up but his wrist still hurts so he takes a moment to get his composure before getting up again.