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1.4 KiB
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16 lines
1.4 KiB
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The grocery store building is painted an odd shade of tan, but is among the larger buildings in the area. The front doors are glass push & pull, the parking lot is freshly paved, and the cart rack is full, but you see a few carts with some ribs of metal missing.
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Inside, the walls are a freshly painted peach, the floors are smooth concrete, and there are a dozen aisles filled with fresh & pre-packaged foods of all types. Any foods you can think of can be found here, all organized across maybe ten aisles.
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*SOMETHING SPECIFIC*
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You spot a stocker working on an aisle's cans of soup, a ferret boy with short blonde hair in a white tee shirt under a red apron with a gold nametag stating JACK. When you approach, he turns one more can and smiles to your group. "How can I help you?"
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*QUESTION OR ISSUE*
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The employee takes off toward the back of the store, coming back about 30 seconds later with a second man, a middle aged Condor man with long silver hair tied back into a ponytail, wearing a button front white shirt & black tie, his gold nametag stating FERGUS. "What seems to be the problem here?"
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*CHECK OUT*
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You see a few lines open, but the shortest one is the farthest from the door ran by a balding tortoise man in a beige long sleeve shirt under a red apron, his gold nametag stating EUSTACE. When he spots you, he leans over the hand-crank conveyor belt with a smile on his face. "Find everything you needed today?"
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