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In Retrospect
[Having completed yet another CIRCUS OF VALUES! profitable day, #893 had sat down the last ammo crate in the stack for inventory with a long sigh of relief. While business wasn't as "booming" as he would've imagined given the ongoings, it was steady and barely stressful - a true blessing in the holiday season. The workaholic closed his workbench laptop and sat upon the walkway ramp leading into the armored anti-tank carrier, willingly taking the moment to relax and enjoy a freshly plucked soda from the vending machine. NARC™ Cola, of course.
And then it dawned upon him.
The infamous shopkeeper of the FM!Building had made a critical error.
He hadn't yet shopped for Nastasha or Little Grey's holiday gift. The man had been so caught up with making inventory requests and cataloging that it literally slipped his mind. Both parties deserved a rather nice gift, having put up with him and his peculiar work of selling items in a nexus with virtually no real monetary system. Or the constant "clash" with his employer. Perhaps even the worry of them, always lurking and watching the moves of not just himself, but the entire realm the occupants were basically trapped in. After a forceful "facepalm", he quickly leaned over and snatched up a holiday guide. Maybe the advertisement or even his own on the Sunday's sale, would draw forth ideas on what to get either of them...]
I can't believe I almost forgot...
And then it dawned upon him.
The infamous shopkeeper of the FM!Building had made a critical error.
He hadn't yet shopped for Nastasha or Little Grey's holiday gift. The man had been so caught up with making inventory requests and cataloging that it literally slipped his mind. Both parties deserved a rather nice gift, having put up with him and his peculiar work of selling items in a nexus with virtually no real monetary system. Or the constant "clash" with his employer. Perhaps even the worry of them, always lurking and watching the moves of not just himself, but the entire realm the occupants were basically trapped in. After a forceful "facepalm", he quickly leaned over and snatched up a holiday guide. Maybe the advertisement or even his own on the Sunday's sale, would draw forth ideas on what to get either of them...]
I can't believe I almost forgot...