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Characters: Zim, Gaston, anyone else
Content: Zim begins his valiant search for flowers and candy!
Setting: The Glass Bonsai
Time: Morning
Warning: Zim

Zim had decided to start his search for the key to world domination early. There were many stores in this place. Who knew which one had what he desired? Was there a specific type that he needed? Maybe he should have thought this through more... But no! Time was of the essence! The sooner he received those lessons in conquering, the sooner he could finish his mission (and maybe annihilate the Dib-worm, too)!

And so he found himself outside of this... "Glass Bonsai" (whatever that meant), the closest shop that he could find. Clutching a spare branch he managed to find--just in case his wig decided to disappear again--he quickly began plotting how to go about this.

Finally, the first outlines of a plan began to etch themselves in the Irken's mind. First... First! He would go inside! Yeeeesss... Such inside going he would do. Then! Then he would walk up to the counter-slave and demand that they tell him where he could find the flowers and candy. If said counter-slave refused to respond, they would be disposed of.

But what if the human decided to ask questions? Zim needed an excuse. Ah! Truly he was ingenious. He would simply say that he wanted to eat them!

Wait... did humans eat flowers? He forgot. Well, they ate many other oddities, so flowers couldn't be too unbelievable.

So, go into the shop, demand flowers and candy, destroy the counter-slave if it refused to tell him, repeat his brilliant excuse should he be asked questions, destroy the counter-slave if it asked too many questions, receive the flowers and candy... and blow up the shop afterwards to destroy all evidence. Yep, that sounded like it would work.

Threaded | Flat

Gaston was disappointed. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the shop itself, but... Well, he was a bit disappointed with his latest purchase. He had spotted it through the window of the Glass Bonsai and just had to buy it. The problem was, it wasn't what he had hoped for. To be fair, it looked almost identical to the magic mirror he had lost when he had first come to Paixao, but this one didn't seem to be able to show anyone anything. That was irritating, since Gaston had been hoping that he'd finally managed to recover the thing. Also annoying was the fact that he made himself look like an idiot in front of the shopkeeper by ordering the mirror to show him other people he knew in the city to no avail.

On the plus side, it was a perfectly good mirror and hadn't really cost that much. Gaston still wondered if it was the same one and just broken somehow. If so, maybe there was a way to get it fixed. He'd have to look for someone in the city who knew something about enchantments and magic, if such a person existed. It was worth a shot, anyway. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time.

He had just stepped out the door when he saw a familiar face, and not an especially welcome one at that. It was that loud green child-thing again. What was its name? Zing? Zilch? He didn't remember... All he recalled was Jack Skellington giving the kid a good scare the last time they'd met. Now THAT had been funny.

Hopefully, the little street urchin wasn't up to any more trouble today. Just to be on the safe side, though, Gaston decided to confront him. "So..." he said, marching over towards the miscreant. "What are you doing hanging around here today?"

Gaston stared for a moment, although the outburst really didn't surprise him all that much. He already knew Zim was an odd one. He was pretty sure that the boy (if he actually was a boy - Gaston had seen enough odd things by this point to start to doubt that Zim was actually human, let alone a child) was mentally damaged and wouldn't make complete sense no matter how hard he was pressed.

"What, did you actually get a date with a girl?" the hunter inquired, since that seemed to be the best explanation for "victorious" chocolates and flowers. Had he actually found someone brain-damaged enough to go out with him?

He supposed it was entirely possible that Zim had some other, unknown reason for wanting flowers and chocolates... Either way, he was looking in the wrong place if he was hoping to be successful. "You know you won't find any in there," Gaston pointed out. "It's a pawn shop. They sell used merchandise, and you can only buy candy and flowers new..."

"Mmhmm... Power..." Sadly, Gaston was barely surprised by the Zim creature's outburst about his personal desires. He had been half-expecting something along those lines. With all his talk of power and minions, Zim obviously thought he was a person of great importance. The hunter thought it was fairly obvious that he would never be anything more than a loudmouth nobody, or at the most someone's irritating sidekick. There were some people who could achieve greatness, and then there were those destined for obscurity. Zim was one of the latter, no matter what he chose to believe.

Still, Gaston wasn't going to tell him that. Why destroy his dreams? Maybe if he kept at it, he'd make it to mediocrity someday.

Gaston was willing to set him straight on the purpose of the shop, though. "No, not minions. It's not that kind of pawn. A pawn shop buys valuable goods from people who need money. The people have a few weeks to buy their goods back, but if they don't, the pawn shop resells it. You can find a lot of interesting knickknacks there... jewelry... maybe some furniture... Somehow I doubt you're looking for anything of that nature."

"Well, for chocolates, I'd try Matinal's, over in the Joutenheim section of the city," Gaston replied, mulling over the possible locations of the items Zim was looking for. "There's also Aunte Unde's, a bit to the south of here. I'm not sure exactly what they sell, but you might find your candy there."

The hunter thought for a moment, then frowned. "I don't think you're going to be able to find flowers, though. You may have noticed, but there don't seem to be any real plants anywhere in the entire city. They're all fakes. As far as I know, there's no stores that sell them either." He shrugged expressively, since finding a flower shop had really been the least of his concerns. "You can still look if you want, though."

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long on this one... I fail...)

Gaston stared at Zim as the diminutive alien giggled and muttered to himself. The hunter was already beginning to tire of talking to the strange little being. It seemed he had some kind of chaos on his mind, which somehow didn't surprise Gaston at all.

"Well... have fun with that," he remarked, deciding to make an effort to extract himself from further entanglement with Zim. There were almost certainly more intelligent conversations to be had elsewhere (which in itself was saying something, since Gaston usually wasn't especially concerned with the intelligence involved in his conversations). "See you later..."

With that said, Gaston turned and headed off, hoping Zim wouldn't try to follow him.

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