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Ọya rolled her eyes and began indelicately shoving the things into a disposable bag. These two kids were leaving a rather big impression. Whispering, squabbling, and now staring at her like she had róka ears or something. She dumped the full bag on the counter and then broke the silence...

She gestured with her other hand to her chest, unimpressed with Josie's attempt to socialise. On her breast was a nametag that said "Ọya". The toy was moments away from being scanned when she felt the vibration somewhere in her pants. Her train of thought was broken. She hastily swiped the toy...

She casually glanced from her window back to the counter, then up at Josie's smug face. The woman had heard and was listening to most of the two's squabbling, though, she did not feel particularly strongly about any of it and was somewhat lost in thought during the insufferable whispering. With...

The woman raised an eyebrow as Wendy pranced off and continued minding her own. When you have hours of standing behind that counter, staring at black grass through a window becomes a past time. When you are her, anyway.

"Five hundred credits." Her voice sung piercingly. She had already scanned the bottle and was waiting impatiently for Wendy to snap out of her trance, having been just about to interrupt her train of thought before she had asked the price. The woman always found this job odd. She did not...

The moment Wendy came through the door, the woman's pupils snapped onto her with laser focus, her head unmoving. Her eyes were bored and half-open, though her gaze was essentially unblinking. When Wendy stared at her from over the cabinets, she looked back out the window. "Thriving." The woman...

PLAYER 2: READY! A woman with long, black, scraggly hair stood behind the counter on the far end of the station's store. It was tied back in a pony tail that creeped far down her back, yet it escaped the bind towards the front of her head; stray bits of hair waving their way down her face. She...

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"Makes sense to me." Ivory raised his claws in a shrugging motion, and began walking with his delicate, arachnoid legs past the molt. His feet made a rapid pitter-patter against the flesh as he moved, and a creaking sound started in the ground beneath him. "Should we split up? One group can...

Ivory pivoted on the spot after Red had stopped, and scratched his head at the goings on. "...I suppose... We should probably try to find it..." He shrugged unsuredly, "to make sure it does not go near the crossover. I suppose."

As Red focused his lantern onto the sphere, reflections danced across its surface and soon revealed the features adjacent to it. Another ball to the side of it, this one cracked and broken in the middle. A giant pair of gaping scissor-like mandibles beneath them both, with some oral opening...

As Red scanned the surroundings for potential threats, a reflection caught his attention. Purple light dimly bounced off of some spherical object 10 or so meters from the group. It seemed attached to a great body laying sinisterly in the shadows. An eye, perhaps? And with the possibility...

Tahlula Expanse - The Corporeal Rift Carnesphere Ivory scuttled at the back of the group, his many arachnid feet rhythmically squishing and tripping over the guts and bones that constituted the earth. To cope with the malodorous stink he was wearing a beak-like mask over his mouth, scarf tucked...