[OTA] shopping or whatever

[st_ripetail]

The 'boutique' was pretty much a nightmare of pink and glittery, at least in places, but the fact that the thing restocked itself was useful as fuck. Sure, you couldn't always rely on finding the same things you did before, but there was almost always something similar. And Rocket was used to repurposing and relying on junk, anyway. Junk was usually free. Nobody cared if you took their garbage, and they didn't care for long after they were blown up by what you'd turned the garbage into.

All of which was why Rocket spent a lot more time in the boutique/gift shop than most people would have expected, given that there was nothing pink and glittery about him. Except, now, a backpack which was still pink but no longer glittery, as the rhinestone-things had been pried off and store elsewhere.

As per usual, he climbed shelves and fixtures, evaluating items and occasionally shoving something into the backpack. There was a heavy emphasis on anything with clockwork or mechanisms, but also postcards, greeting cards, and clothes that had rhinestones, sequins, or beads.

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[st_illsinging]

"Yep. That's usually me." Scanlan wasn't about to hide that fact. He was loud and proud and charming as hell, more often than not. "One time I encased myself in a giant bubble and rolled my way into an encampment singing at the top of my lungs. Another time I turned into a triceratops." Both true stories. "Someone's gotta be that guy."

[st_ripetail]

"Always helps to know where the sucker is." If the plan was right, it wasn't even the loud one. If the plan was right, the loud one looked like a sucker but the real sucker was whoever was on the other side of the plan.

It wasn't exactly normal for the plan to be right, though. "Me, I like bein' effective."

[st_illsinging]

"That's why we have our friend Grog and Vex and Vax." Scanlan had a lot of things up his sleeve, but he wasn't usually the one to kill the big bad. "Grog's good with a hammer, Vex likes her arrows, and Vax can sneak up on almost anyone and stab them in the back."

Scanlan tried to figure out what the raccoon was into. "What's your thing?"

[st_ripetail]

"Rap sheet says I bite." Rocket grinned, baring what he knew to be sharp teeth. Omnivore teeth, yeah, but decent canines. "But I like to think I'm the one who solves the fucking problems." Some of which were problems he caused, but did that matter? No.

[st_illsinging]

"Good to know." And it was. Scanlan filed that away in case there was a problem Vox Machina couldn't quite solve on their own.

He paused and watched the Raccoon work. "I'm Scanlan, by the way. A bard, at your service, should you need one."