[ So, it's been five full days since we woke up here. Five whole days, and we're still here.
But does that have Riley down? Heck no!! She's got things to do, and...and a bunch of coins! Like, actually a whole lot of them. Yeah, how about taking a look at the merchandise booth.
She pulls some...interesting things? A light smile for the Tony, the cow is...a bit strange but kind of cute. The tuba raises some fuss ("Now what in the world am I going to do with this? Hello? Hello, can you hear me?") but Riley rolls her eyes and keeps depositing coins. There's the top hat, right? Maybe she'll have something better to wear, like. Something other than her T-shirt, shorts, track suit, and whatever costumes are in the shop.
...The way she wrinkles her nose at the boots, uh. This doesn't bode well. ]
This. Is a nightmare- [ A deep, practiced breath. It's okay. It's fine. One more coin, two more-
Oh. ]
This- this is... [ ...Well, rip to those other regains, at least for now, because Riley just. Kind of stands there, holding a trophy with a pretty green ribbon attached. Her lips pull taut and she swallows. She glances down at the inscription and she-
Riley's going to be here for awhile. You can find her sitting against the merchandise booth, quietly polishing this cheerleading trophy (a girl with her leg up in the air, of course it's a cheerleading trophy) with the opera gloves she received. Everything else is piled up, including the tuba (and the other regains, which, she'll eventually get to, promise). It doesn't matter if the trophy's already polished, she wants to make sure it shines. It has to shine.
...If it looks like you can carry things, on the off-chance she looks up and gets out of her own head, Riley'll kind of glance up and half-heartedly ask: ]
Oh- hey, um. Can you...help me out, with something? [ She lightly bops her head towards the tuba. ] I don't- that thing's a little big for me.
[ And, if you don't want to deal with All This- ...well, too bad, in the laundry room she's sitting quietly in a simple dress, waiting for her clothes to finish going through the washer. Looks like she's given up on finding things that she's used to... Anyway, she's still got that trophy, and she's still polishing it, but- periodically, now. At least she's using an actual cloth? ]
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But does that have Riley down? Heck no!! She's got things to do, and...and a bunch of coins! Like, actually a whole lot of them. Yeah, how about taking a look at the merchandise booth.
She pulls some...interesting things? A light smile for the Tony, the cow is...a bit strange but kind of cute. The tuba raises some fuss ("Now what in the world am I going to do with this? Hello? Hello, can you hear me?") but Riley rolls her eyes and keeps depositing coins. There's the top hat, right? Maybe she'll have something better to wear, like. Something other than her T-shirt, shorts, track suit, and whatever costumes are in the shop.
...The way she wrinkles her nose at the boots, uh. This doesn't bode well. ]
This. Is a nightmare- [ A deep, practiced breath. It's okay. It's fine. One more coin, two more-
Oh. ]
This- this is... [ ...Well, rip to those other regains, at least for now, because Riley just. Kind of stands there, holding a trophy with a pretty green ribbon attached. Her lips pull taut and she swallows. She glances down at the inscription and she-
Riley's going to be here for awhile. You can find her sitting against the merchandise booth, quietly polishing this cheerleading trophy (a girl with her leg up in the air, of course it's a cheerleading trophy) with the opera gloves she received. Everything else is piled up, including the tuba (and the other regains, which, she'll eventually get to, promise). It doesn't matter if the trophy's already polished, she wants to make sure it shines. It has to shine.
...If it looks like you can carry things, on the off-chance she looks up and gets out of her own head, Riley'll kind of glance up and half-heartedly ask: ]
Oh- hey, um. Can you...help me out, with something? [ She lightly bops her head towards the tuba. ] I don't- that thing's a little big for me.
[ And, if you don't want to deal with All This- ...well, too bad, in the laundry room she's sitting quietly in a simple dress, waiting for her clothes to finish going through the washer. Looks like she's given up on finding things that she's used to... Anyway, she's still got that trophy, and she's still polishing it, but- periodically, now. At least she's using an actual cloth? ]