((If this looks familiar, you probably have a good memory; I did something like it before, years ago. I had to discontinue my topic that year due to life(TM) happening, but here it is again! I love my silly Space Gas Station... 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?
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