((If this looks familiar, you probably have a good memory; I did something like it before, years ago. I had to discontinue my trick or treat topic that year due to life(TM) happening... Something about a fire... Oh, and I did a holiday-themed dice game/giveaway a while back, too... And now, finally, trick or treating at the Space Gas Station is open again! Any characters at all are free to participate, even if they don't usually go to space. Maybe they came here intentionally or maybe they have no idea how they ended up in a place like this... Either way, anyone and everyone is welcome at the Space Gas Station! Well, aside from bigots of course.))
Far off in the depths of space, a slab of concrete is adrift. There upon the concrete is what looks, for all intents and purposes, like a regular Earth gas station. The building is rather shabby, paint flaking off and with a slightly crooked sign. The gas pump definitely doesn't work, but who out here has a car, anyway? Well, someone might... This is the kind of interstellar story where anything can happen because we're in space.
Despite the building's somewhat rundown state, the sign says it's open. Better yet, the words "Free Chocolate Bars!" have been scrawled in black crayon on a piece of orange construction paper taped to the door. The place is even decorated for the spooky season; glowing orange lights are draped over the building, and several jack-o-lanterns grin from where they're scattered along the ground. A plastic skeleton leans precariously against the wall beside the door, pointing one boney finger towards the aforementioned sign...
Maybe you should take its silent advice and step inside?
Far off in the depths of space, a slab of concrete is adrift. There upon the concrete is what looks, for all intents and purposes, like a regular Earth gas station. The building is rather shabby, paint flaking off and with a slightly crooked sign. The gas pump definitely doesn't work, but who out here has a car, anyway? Well, someone might... This is the kind of interstellar story where anything can happen because we're in space.
Despite the building's somewhat rundown state, the sign says it's open. Better yet, the words "Free Chocolate Bars!" have been scrawled in black crayon on a piece of orange construction paper taped to the door. The place is even decorated for the spooky season; glowing orange lights are draped over the building, and several jack-o-lanterns grin from where they're scattered along the ground. A plastic skeleton leans precariously against the wall beside the door, pointing one boney finger towards the aforementioned sign...
Maybe you should take its silent advice and step inside?
The Operator scowled in annoyance. Her space van not only had the low petrol light on, but now a new light illuminated on the control panel: Check Engine.
"Bloody great," The Operator moaned. "Just want I needed, another problem. Yoo-nit, run diagnostic!"
"Affirmative, Mistress," A small metal box with a pair of oversized eyes on top replied. It was next to the pilot chair docked into the van's dashboard. U.N.I.T. 35235236466-0001A or "Yoo-nit" as The Operator referred to the little droid for short, rotated its eyes to look at her. Its eye stalks had been extended and facing outward focused on the void of space in front of them.
"The radiator core is overheating," The toaster-like robot informed her in its staccato, monotone voice. "There is a fluid leak."
"Fantastic," She cried throwing her hands up in defeat. "That's just perfect. Is there a petrol station or anything?"
"Affirmative," the droid confirmed.
"Lovely. Set a course," The Operator ordered. "I hope this rust bucket holds together long enough for us to get there and refuel and hopefully 'ave a look at cooling system. Maybe it's just a hose or something."
A short while later, the van entered the atmosphere and extended its wheels. It landed roughly on the little concrete island floating through the cosmos. Smoke was coming from the engine compartment in the front. The van rolled to a stop in front of the pump. The Operator hopped out, popped the hood and a cloud of steam spewed from the engine compartment. The wind blew and some music began playing softly.
The Operator stepped away, waiting for the steam to dissipate. She'd deal with the overheated space radiator after filling up. She moved to the pump only to find it appeared to be shut off.
"Oh... please don't tell me," She groaned. Was the station shut down? The Operator turned and made her way to the dilapidated building. She had a moment of hope seeing that there was a sign indicating the run down station was open, then she saw the skeleton and sign for free sweets. Sighing, she made her way inside. "'Ello? Anyone here, love," she called out as she half-expected it to be abandoned. As she looked around, she realized there was something familiar about this place. It was as if she'd been here before... (for she had, many Halloweens ago... or was it Christmas?).
OOC: Remember me, love? Because I remember you!
"Bloody great," The Operator moaned. "Just want I needed, another problem. Yoo-nit, run diagnostic!"
"Affirmative, Mistress," A small metal box with a pair of oversized eyes on top replied. It was next to the pilot chair docked into the van's dashboard. U.N.I.T. 35235236466-0001A or "Yoo-nit" as The Operator referred to the little droid for short, rotated its eyes to look at her. Its eye stalks had been extended and facing outward focused on the void of space in front of them.
"The radiator core is overheating," The toaster-like robot informed her in its staccato, monotone voice. "There is a fluid leak."
"Fantastic," She cried throwing her hands up in defeat. "That's just perfect. Is there a petrol station or anything?"
"Affirmative," the droid confirmed.
"Lovely. Set a course," The Operator ordered. "I hope this rust bucket holds together long enough for us to get there and refuel and hopefully 'ave a look at cooling system. Maybe it's just a hose or something."
A short while later, the van entered the atmosphere and extended its wheels. It landed roughly on the little concrete island floating through the cosmos. Smoke was coming from the engine compartment in the front. The van rolled to a stop in front of the pump. The Operator hopped out, popped the hood and a cloud of steam spewed from the engine compartment. The wind blew and some music began playing softly.
The Operator stepped away, waiting for the steam to dissipate. She'd deal with the overheated space radiator after filling up. She moved to the pump only to find it appeared to be shut off.
"Oh... please don't tell me," She groaned. Was the station shut down? The Operator turned and made her way to the dilapidated building. She had a moment of hope seeing that there was a sign indicating the run down station was open, then she saw the skeleton and sign for free sweets. Sighing, she made her way inside. "'Ello? Anyone here, love," she called out as she half-expected it to be abandoned. As she looked around, she realized there was something familiar about this place. It was as if she'd been here before... (for she had, many Halloweens ago... or was it Christmas?).
OOC: Remember me, love? Because I remember you!
The door chimed when it opened. Like, it didn't have a bell or anything attached, it just... Chimed. Sure, okay.
The interior of the building was small. There was a counter, a slushie machine, and shelves full of cups (for the slushies) and colourfully-wrapped chocolate bars (for the squid-like aliens from that one game, or anyone else who liked chocolate.) The scent of pumpkin spice pervaded the air, while the Halloween decorations were minimal, only a string of softly glowing orange lights encased in little plastic jack-o-lanterns along one wall, and an actual carved jack-o-lantern upon the counter.
Oh, and there was a person behind the counter, apparently the building's only occupant before the visitor arrived. This person seemed to be human, with no distinct features signifying any particular age or gender. They were pale-skinned, dark-haired, bright-eyed and dressed in a flowing, galaxy-patterned robe. Of course, being behind the counter meant they were not fully visible... But the bright, friendly smile they wore was clear to see. If they recognized their visitor from any previous encounters, they did not show it.
"Hello and welcome to the Space... Oh, wait..." They paused, peering off into the distance for a moment before starting up again. "Hello and welcome to the Spooky Gas Station! My name is The Wizard, first name The, last name Wizard. Can I interest you in a slushie or perhaps the spooky special... A free chocolate bar?"
((Was wondering if you'd show up.
))
The interior of the building was small. There was a counter, a slushie machine, and shelves full of cups (for the slushies) and colourfully-wrapped chocolate bars (for the squid-like aliens from that one game, or anyone else who liked chocolate.) The scent of pumpkin spice pervaded the air, while the Halloween decorations were minimal, only a string of softly glowing orange lights encased in little plastic jack-o-lanterns along one wall, and an actual carved jack-o-lantern upon the counter.
Oh, and there was a person behind the counter, apparently the building's only occupant before the visitor arrived. This person seemed to be human, with no distinct features signifying any particular age or gender. They were pale-skinned, dark-haired, bright-eyed and dressed in a flowing, galaxy-patterned robe. Of course, being behind the counter meant they were not fully visible... But the bright, friendly smile they wore was clear to see. If they recognized their visitor from any previous encounters, they did not show it.
"Hello and welcome to the Space... Oh, wait..." They paused, peering off into the distance for a moment before starting up again. "Hello and welcome to the Spooky Gas Station! My name is The Wizard, first name The, last name Wizard. Can I interest you in a slushie or perhaps the spooky special... A free chocolate bar?"
((Was wondering if you'd show up.
))
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