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maskormenacelogs2016-08-29 04:21 pm
backinakidflash) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-08-29 04:21 pm
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WHO: Bart Allen and open (specific starter for Tim Drake)
WHERE: Any supermarket! Just tell me the town!
WHEN: Aug 28th
WHAT: Bart is trying to find a universe-specific brand of cola and is hoping it's just called something else.
WARNINGS:
[ Bart Allen is a man on a mission. He's hitting up grocery stores in random cities, including the import cities, to try and find a bottled taste of home.
A conversation like this takes place in all of them. ]
Hey. Maybe you can help me. I'm looking for a pop that should be called Zesti, but isn't. I'm hoping it's one of those you-turned-right-we-turned-left things.
[ The overworked stocker, who isn't even in the pop aisle at the moment, responds that they've never heard of Zesti. Ones that aren't nearing the end of their shift gently suggest that he is mispronouncing a popular brand. ]
No. Nah, it's not that. I think there was an idea person who was like "let's call it Zesti" and everyone else on this planet was all "no, that's the dumbest name ever for a pop. Pop isn't zesty."
[ He is rapidly losing the attention of the store worker, who apologizes for not being able to accommodate him.
Bart continues almost to himself. ]
I tried looking up trademarks for Zesti. That was like step one. OK.
[ He lightly taps the worker on the shoulder again. ]
How about this? Point me at all of the small batch brands. The ones that're local, never made the big time. Don't worry what the name is. As long as it's cola, I'll take it.
[ After a few minutes, Bart hits the checkout with pop in each hand - and several kinds of snacks carefully smushed between the soda and his chest. His chin steadies the mountain. ]
Bringing a backpack: great for carrying stuff home. Not so much in the store.
For Tim Drake
[ Later that day, in Casa de Minimum 50% Responsibility, all is nearly quiet. Towards the kitchen, there is growing noise of the clinking of glass, twanging of full aluminum cans, and horrible scraping of manhandled plastic.
Bart is essentially playing Tetris with the fridge, trying to get a couple dozen 4- and 6-packs of pop into the fridge. Hard mode: he's trying not to make room by eating the actual food or consuming the drink.
As it is, he's sitting one floor with the fridge wide open and a bag of butter chicken crackers on his lap (and in his mouth). There is a good bit of soda pop surrounding him, along with the more dubious looking leftovers. ]
WHERE: Any supermarket! Just tell me the town!
WHEN: Aug 28th
WHAT: Bart is trying to find a universe-specific brand of cola and is hoping it's just called something else.
WARNINGS:
[ Bart Allen is a man on a mission. He's hitting up grocery stores in random cities, including the import cities, to try and find a bottled taste of home.
A conversation like this takes place in all of them. ]
Hey. Maybe you can help me. I'm looking for a pop that should be called Zesti, but isn't. I'm hoping it's one of those you-turned-right-we-turned-left things.
[ The overworked stocker, who isn't even in the pop aisle at the moment, responds that they've never heard of Zesti. Ones that aren't nearing the end of their shift gently suggest that he is mispronouncing a popular brand. ]
No. Nah, it's not that. I think there was an idea person who was like "let's call it Zesti" and everyone else on this planet was all "no, that's the dumbest name ever for a pop. Pop isn't zesty."
[ He is rapidly losing the attention of the store worker, who apologizes for not being able to accommodate him.
Bart continues almost to himself. ]
I tried looking up trademarks for Zesti. That was like step one. OK.
[ He lightly taps the worker on the shoulder again. ]
How about this? Point me at all of the small batch brands. The ones that're local, never made the big time. Don't worry what the name is. As long as it's cola, I'll take it.
[ After a few minutes, Bart hits the checkout with pop in each hand - and several kinds of snacks carefully smushed between the soda and his chest. His chin steadies the mountain. ]
Bringing a backpack: great for carrying stuff home. Not so much in the store.
For Tim Drake
[ Later that day, in Casa de Minimum 50% Responsibility, all is nearly quiet. Towards the kitchen, there is growing noise of the clinking of glass, twanging of full aluminum cans, and horrible scraping of manhandled plastic.
Bart is essentially playing Tetris with the fridge, trying to get a couple dozen 4- and 6-packs of pop into the fridge. Hard mode: he's trying not to make room by eating the actual food or consuming the drink.
As it is, he's sitting one floor with the fridge wide open and a bag of butter chicken crackers on his lap (and in his mouth). There is a good bit of soda pop surrounding him, along with the more dubious looking leftovers. ]
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...Did the world end while I wasn't paying attention and now the new currency is soda?
Coming from a "soda" area, "pop" is killing me to type.
[ Bart tilts his head up and grins widely at Tim. He's joking around, but that's also exactly what would happen. Tim is in his first three calls. ]
The pop's for... I figured one of them has to be Zesti. The name Zesti doesn't exist here, but that doesn't mean the drink doesn't. Maybe they called it Celery with an I or something. I thought maybe you'd wanna try them and find out.
[ He thought maybe, if Tim stumbled on something that tasted like home, that it would be a nice pick-me-up. ]
I won't drink the caffeinated ones. Scout's honor. Flash honor? Whatever.
[ He does a two finger salute. (Okay, fine. The fingers are holding a cracker). ]
your sacrifice in the name of accuracy is appreciated.
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Uh. Yeah. I guess you'd want a reason for that.
[ Bart lets out a huff of air. Clearly, it's Tim's fault that he has to explain this with words and feelings and ugh. Awkward. ]
I thought. Remember when I made everyone eat my mom's pot pies? It's that. With pop. You like Zesti, doncha?
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[ Bart looks slightly crushed by this for a heartbeat. Enh. He's got a list of foods he doesn't like that's longer than he is. ]
I know you do. Soooo thinkfast.
[ He tosses a bottle to Tim. ]
You might not wanna drink that now.