[Hey, he's into anything that plays music and is portable, that's pretty exciting. He doesn't really get how something that small works, but that's not going to bother him, it's just neat that it does.
He tucks their second gun away to free up his hands, then trots on down toward the gate.]
Smart. Yeah, we'll see. I know some alarms don't do anything obvious, they just call the police. But you'd think with a pass like that, we'd be fine, right? No alarm's gonna go off if it thinks we're supposed to be there.
[The gate here with the key slot Chrissy found earlier opens readily with that badge inserted, and leaves them facing the main building from the side. They get inside it just as easily thanks to the keycard slot by the door, which unlocks with a click. Johnnie closes it behind them once they're both inside, then finds the light switch.]
Exhibits left, gift shop right here. They sure don't want you to miss out on spending your money.
[Typical bullshit, but useful in this case.
There are books about mining, lots of toy dump trucks and excavators, and a whole array of rocks and jewelry for sale that don't seem like they have anything at all to do with this place. It's a whole grab bag of toys and decor arguably related to science and geology right by the registers.
But the rear half of the gift shop, the side you enter from when coming fresh out of the exhibits, is themed with a less terrestrial approach. Books about space, cheap toy telescopes, and tiny meteorite samples in boxes surround a central display, a glass case with a locked panel. Here, as Johnnie approaches, he can see a column of tiny glass bottles on little shelves, each corked and decoratively printed with a cut gem motif, each labeled as Cosmic Ash. The contents, about a tablespoon per bottle, do look gray and powdery, but they shine with a rainbow sheen.
And there are brochures next to the display, like Kip had said. Johnnie grabs one, glowers at that cut gem on the cover, then flips through it.]
"... but sometimes, as we all know, the journey through the greater cosmos asks us to stay a little longer than we'd like. Whoopsie! No problem, because with cosmic ash, we can remind ourselves, or you can remind a friend, that there's time to drift the cosmos later, but now we need to take a break! Cosmic ash can be inhaled on its own, but has far greater potency when coupled with our patented diffuser-" what a fucking crock of bullshit. This fucking asshole-
[Time to cut into some profit margins. He grabs one of those shitty display telescopes and swings it like a bat at the display case. But the case is sturdier glass than it looks, and the telescope is shittier, so it actually just breaks the scope off the tripod and sends it clattering to the floor.]
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[Hey, he's into anything that plays music and is portable, that's pretty exciting. He doesn't really get how something that small works, but that's not going to bother him, it's just neat that it does.
He tucks their second gun away to free up his hands, then trots on down toward the gate.]
Smart. Yeah, we'll see. I know some alarms don't do anything obvious, they just call the police. But you'd think with a pass like that, we'd be fine, right? No alarm's gonna go off if it thinks we're supposed to be there.
[The gate here with the key slot Chrissy found earlier opens readily with that badge inserted, and leaves them facing the main building from the side. They get inside it just as easily thanks to the keycard slot by the door, which unlocks with a click. Johnnie closes it behind them once they're both inside, then finds the light switch.]
Exhibits left, gift shop right here. They sure don't want you to miss out on spending your money.
[Typical bullshit, but useful in this case.
There are books about mining, lots of toy dump trucks and excavators, and a whole array of rocks and jewelry for sale that don't seem like they have anything at all to do with this place. It's a whole grab bag of toys and decor arguably related to science and geology right by the registers.
But the rear half of the gift shop, the side you enter from when coming fresh out of the exhibits, is themed with a less terrestrial approach. Books about space, cheap toy telescopes, and tiny meteorite samples in boxes surround a central display, a glass case with a locked panel. Here, as Johnnie approaches, he can see a column of tiny glass bottles on little shelves, each corked and decoratively printed with a cut gem motif, each labeled as Cosmic Ash. The contents, about a tablespoon per bottle, do look gray and powdery, but they shine with a rainbow sheen.
And there are brochures next to the display, like Kip had said. Johnnie grabs one, glowers at that cut gem on the cover, then flips through it.]
"... but sometimes, as we all know, the journey through the greater cosmos asks us to stay a little longer than we'd like. Whoopsie! No problem, because with cosmic ash, we can remind ourselves, or you can remind a friend, that there's time to drift the cosmos later, but now we need to take a break! Cosmic ash can be inhaled on its own, but has far greater potency when coupled with our patented diffuser-" what a fucking crock of bullshit. This fucking asshole-
[Time to cut into some profit margins. He grabs one of those shitty display telescopes and swings it like a bat at the display case. But the case is sturdier glass than it looks, and the telescope is shittier, so it actually just breaks the scope off the tripod and sends it clattering to the floor.]