[open] I went window shopping today! I bought four windows!

[mysteltinn]

Who: Owen Thalberg (Owain) and You!
When: 2/21, after school!
Where: The golden calf of commerce (aka the Mall)
What: What do loser teenagers with no dates, no car, and too young and dorky to drink do on Friday nights? BUM AROUND THE MALL. Basically a general 'hey let's cr Owen, what a tool' log.

There was a benefit to being young and yet easily accessing pretty good disposable income: shopping. The Channel definitely didn't earn him and Winry a livable wage, and being minors it went to their aunt and uncle. But a good amount came right back to their pockets. And so for someone with no REAL job Owen always seemed to have blow money. And unlike his sister he so did love to spend it.

He'd end up spending most of the evening in the Mall, buying toys and games and comics and tacky brightly colored hats. Oh and looming around the blade kiosk- considering the owner already got in trouble once for selling to him without an ID, he wasn't exactly wanted there anymore. Oops

((OOC: basically a big 'hey Owen's gonna come bother you!' log. Feel free to poke him in any of the various locations or just have your character somewhere and I'll poke you. Everyone needs obnoxious exchange students refusing to take social hints at them))

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[youngestone]

[Killian doesn't have a ton of disposable income despite working two jobs. The stable's checks are mostly going towards the last of the funeral's expenses and most of his smithy checks are going towards "finding my own place".

But he does keep some of it back for himself and today is his mall day. So far he has gotten a new pair of boots (stables will seriously mess your shoes up) and a soft pretzel.

He has no idea Owen is anywhere near]

[mysteltinn]

[Do you hear that Kils? Is that the Jaws theme? Cuz Owen has spotted him and by the time he makes himself known it's too late to duck into a clothing store or something and make a quick escape. In fact it's almost like he somehow manages to corner the older teen]

Killian! Yo!

[youngestone]

[Killian jumps and drops the bag with his boots on the ground]

Christ, Owen, don't do that.

[He bends down to get his bag before looking up and giving the kid a look.]

If I dropped my pretzel you'd be buying me a new one.

[mysteltinn]

Sorry, sorry. Man, you're so jumpy!

[What is personal bubble, so glancing in the bag as Killian moves to pick it up]

Are those shoes? I've been meaning to get new shoes.

[hustru]

[She's mostly hanging around the mall today to not spend all her free time holed up in her apartment - her mother has expressed worry that she does that too much, and while the woman cannot check on her, she still feels the need to be out. Sure, her mother probably means meeting people, but she doesn't really have anyone to meet.

And she has the excuse of wanting to find a nice return present for the Valentine's things that she got from Åsa. So she's looking around and checking out basically all stores that are not extremely expensive and don't sell only men's clothes. ...and that aren't so small that one would easily be approached by an employee.]

[mysteltinn]

[She doesn't get approached by an employee. No, it's much worse. And 'approached' is a nice term. No more like a growing sound of excitement, getting closer and closer by the minute until a blur of yellow almost collides with her.

Owen zooms by- and in an attempt to miss the woman ends up crashing into the railing around the foodcourt, flipping over it, and into a chair.

The cause is obvious now that he's not moving: somehow he found a pair of heelys. WTF Owen what is this 1995?]

[hustru]

[Well, the seven-year-olds seem to be very fond of them again these days...

Siiri does her own to not be run over by him and almost crashes into the display before her, and then whirls around, rushing over to him to see if he's okay. What happened. She doesn't even notice the wheels as she leans over him.

....Have a deep glare levelled right at you from above. Looming is her default mode, after all.]

[mysteltinn]

[The glare doesn't seem to phase him, but that might be the head trauma. Instead he looks up, maybe a little dizzy and out of it]

Ah darn... I died, an angel is here for me... what a way for a hero to go...

[sjokolade]

[For the most part, Abby was just wandering around the mall to see what they might have. Sadly, she doesn't have quite the large income Owen does but that didn't matter! While she didn't really see much else she likes, it didn't stop her from enjoying herself!

However, despite her wandering around, too bad she doesn't really noticed where she was looking...]

[mysteltinn]

[Sadly her not looking + his not looking crashed into disaster and he walked RIGHT into her.

And oh oops he kinda had an Icee too. Had]

Whoa!!

[sjokolade]

[Now they're free! Free falling~

Okay no.

Once Abby felt a certain bump next to her, she was going to quickly apologize when she landed on the floor. However, when she felt a certain drink was landing straight into her pants?]

...Oh c'mon, I just got those pants last week! Now they're all ruined! How am I going to get the stain out?

[And there goes her properties!]

[mysteltinn]

[Once he realizes what he's done, Owen looks stricken, face pale enough that his dusting of freckles jump out]

Oh shitshitshit I'm so sorry!!

[moreweaponsthanyou]

[Someone keeps taking his drafting pencils. Actually he knows who keeps taking them, so he's out looking for the biggest pack of coloured pencils and maybe a toy or two to bribe for their return.

Fil could always buy new drafting pencils, but those were expensive. The pencils and the toys would be cheaper.

Currently he's trying to decide between the 60 pack coloured pencils or the 80 pack coloured pencils. There's also a basket filled with toys near his feet; he'd weed them out later for the one or two he'll actually buy and put the rest back.
]

[mysteltinn]

[Owen isn't an artist, but he loves to doodle- the reason he's looking at bright markers and gel pens. It's there that he notices the basket]

Whoa... those are super cute.

[No sarcasm or judgement- but honest curiosity]

[moreweaponsthanyou]

[Fil has just about decided on the 80 pack, the most colours the better, though he really couldn't see the difference between apple red and fire engine red.]

Huh? Oh, thanks. Those are for my younger cousins. I hope they're cute enough for them.

[mysteltinn]

They should be! Kids love bright colors. Hell, I know I sure did.

[buildyourworld]

[ Unlike Owen, Eugen is poor in comparison and is only at the mall for one reason. The discounted bread. He usually cooks and packs simple meal from home but having woken up late this morning, he could only rely on bread. He could get a bento set but he'll rather not spend extra money if it's not completely necessary.

Picking up several packs of bread from the basket, he checks to make sure they're edible before deciding which to buy. ]

[mysteltinn]

[SNACKS ARE GOOD OWEN LIKES SNACKS but thanks to his parents he's never been huge for lots of sweets. The bread is good and filling, but Owen doesn't seem to be paying much attention, going straight for the loose pieces- day old rolls and bagels- and shoving something that looks maybe a little TOO far gone in his maw, digging into his wallet as he does so.]

Mmfph mrr!

[buildyourworld]

[ The sight of someone eating the bread before paying irks him. He's about to speak up when he notices said bread is not safe for consumption. Instinctively, he reaches for the bread with a frown. ]

Hey, that bread is stale. Don't eat it.

[beyondrebirthday]

[BB is tucked away in the graphic novels section of the bookstore, spending way too much time there. Manga's too expensive to justify buying with his sporadic income, but sometimes he just wants to read it anyway... and he's just sitting on the ground with his back to the rest of the comics, too. Clearly grown ass adult behavior.]

[mysteltinn]

[Owen walks by, clutching his newest issue of something long running, only to pause and back peddle when he realizes there's someone sitting there reading.

He tilts his head curiously]

Any good?

[beyondrebirthday]

[He doesn't seem particularly annoyed by the interruption, looking up with a nod.]

Ah yes, it's fairly good. A teenage girl discovers she is the reincarnation of Jeanne D'Arc, and must become a phantom thief to seal off artwork that's been possessed by the Devil. Of course, she has magical powers to help along with that. Interesting, right?

[publicity]

[Momo's got a pretty steady allowance, really, and it's not as if her parents wouldn't go out and get her whatever she wants, whenever she wants, but... Well, she's far too old now to let them take care of all of her random shopping, now isn't she?

She's not really paying much attention to her surroundings, much more interested in exiting this store and reaching the one she's got in mind. Her attention is quickly captured, however, by some blond boy with-- Wow, those are the absolute nerdiest purchases she's ever seen anyone holding.

She can't quite stop herself from wrinkling her nose at him, nor the small sound of disgust that escapes her.]

Great...

[mysteltinn]

[Her attempt to show disgust- maybe even shame him from his nerdy ways- has backfired horribly. As he notices the attention and GRINS and WAVES]

Yo!

[publicity]

[She freezes. OH NO, she's caught his attention. This was never meant to happen, oh no. What in the world is she even supposed to--

--Cool. Yes. Attempt to act cool.]

...Hello? Can I help you?