Buy what you don’t have yet, or what you really want, which can be mixed with what you already own.

[archea]

Who: Archer & YOU!
When: April from the 11th and forward
Where: All over the planet.
What: Archer does things, meets people, has fun?
Warnings: None at the moment, will update.


R1: Shopping spree

[ Archer has never been one to go into malls, mostly because she has never had the money to throw around in a such a place. Also because the security was generally tight enough that she and Max couldn't really lift anything without being caught, so finding herself inside of one (and a pretty large one at that) with the express purpose of actually purchasing goods and what not... it's a bit confusing. She did make all those sencs with the honest, sometimes pained but altogether easy, hard earned work of the last month.

So there is she, one Archer Forrest staring at the rows and rows of shirts and blouses, looking like someone who desperately needs a new change of clothes (her own are no longer capable of being "clean"; they at most get to be discolored and worn-looking), completely lost about what to try first. ]

And to think, I still need to buy underwear.

R3: Do the nature thing

[ To say that Archer enjoys being on the outside is akin to say that plants need sunlight to survive. It would also be a nicer way to say she's homeless, but the less that subject is touched, the best. For the most part, Archer is easy to find amidst the nature, either hiking something she probably shouldn't, poking random plants or just meditating. Like so.

Sitting cross legged on a patch of ground, eyes closed and breath even, she would be hard to spot if her head wasn't still the color of cotton candy. That said, she sticks like a sore, yet probably sweet thumb in the middle of all that green.

There's also the fact that vegetation seems to be growing at an accelerated rate. It's quite a sight, too. The weird part is that Archer doesn't seem to be aware of what's going on, lost as she is on her meditation. ]

Wildcard!

[ Throw whatever you want at me, bro. Contact me over at beoluve and we can talk it out! ]

Comments

[worn_wings]

[ Hunting supplements sounds about right, even if he's not entirely sure what that means-- especially here. Still, it gets a little snort of laughter. ]

Maybe I got lost.

[archea]

Maybe? But I mean, everyone could use a spare shirt or something.

[ Where the hell did this conversation come from? ]

Anyway, uh. I'm Archer. Nice to meet you?

[ This is what regular people do right??? ]

[worn_wings]

[ HEY he has shirts. Multiple ones. Some even don't have holes in them!! ]

Daryl.

[ He nods, sort of an automatic gesture though friendly enough. He's not the shaking-hands type, is all. A bit unsure what to say to that-- talking about shopping comes even less easily than actually shopping-- he grasps at the first straw that comes to mind. Okay, she's not wrong about him, and he's a little curious. ]

They even got huntin' stuff around here?

[archea]

Well Daryl, it's a big mall. I'm sure there's guns and whatnot in some floor. Not that I would know, because I'm more likely to shoot myself on the foot than shooting anything else.

[ She knows her limits. ]

But I guess you're looking for stuff in particular here?

[worn_wings]

Bows.

[ That's a bit of an absentminded correction. Not that he's got anything against guns. Hell, you can probably get lasers and shit here, who the hell knows, but his preferences are pretty solid. Congratulations, Archer, you're chatting with an archer. ]

I dunno, just... Lookin'.

[ A little uneasy, he shifts his weight, glancing off toward the next department, trying to gauge how ridiculous it'd sound to explain that he hasn't got a clue what he's looking for. ]

Don't do a lot of shopping, [ he admits, like it's not obvious. ]

[archea]

[ Hardy har, at least he hasn't cracked an actual joke yet. ]

Nothing like some good old fashioned weaponry, right?

[ Right. Not like Archer has any idea of how to use a bow. ]

Well, me neither, so I guess we've both got that going on.

[worn_wings]

Old-fashioned?

[ Hey, his bow is plenty modern and fancy. But he's not exactly looking for an argument; it's just not a comment he's used to hearing.

He's still at a loss for what he's doing here, other than looking like an awkward jackass. Which is something he is pretty good at. Well, it means a stupid question won't make things much worse. ]

You seen anywhere they got, like. Kitchen stuff?