Uncontrolled Chaos [Open]

[law_and_order]

Though Jonathan was separated from his home by a great gulf of space and time, it was not in his nature to shirk his duty. And one of his duties, as handed down by the holy Monastery itself, was the accumulation of mystic relics: medicines, electronics, gems, clothing, children's toys, office supplies, beauty products -- any convenience of the modern world, in short, that he could not readily identify or understand.

The problem was that the Teuberg was full of them. And all readily available for the right price!

Early this morning, the door to his room burst open, spilling his newly-collected treasures everywhere. A remote-controlled shark balloon, tubes of lipstick of varying colors, a multitude of semiprecious gems, hand lotions, socks, a horrible sweater with a misshapen turkey knitted onto its front, a small collection of shining metal storage discs, a fishing bait and tackle box filled with jiggly, soft lures imitating various types of alien bugs, packaged food (canned and boxed), and more all flooded out into the hall.

Jonathan followed shortly after, riding the small tide of trinkets to a stop a short distance outside his room. He looked uncharacteristically harried; a battery-powered toy that resembled a small baby fowl protruded from his luxuriant mane of curls. "I... suppose I underestimated the convenience that our local storekeepers afforded us."

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[ja307020]

Tron spent a few moments staring at the closed door, trying to parse the entire conversation. That.. had ended strangely.

Perhaps it was rude to point out if a User was slaved to another's decision trees? It made a little sense if that was a point of pride or something. Still deeply confused, Tron resumed his walk. Maybe he could ask someone else about it later.