Task Mission 1: Groceries

Ryxeme sighed. Such a dull mission, nothing more to do than buy some groceries and feed their greedy asses?

And the fact that she was banned from the kitchen didn't quite help, either.

But that was all behind her, for now at least. She had nothing to do at the moment, and doing something useful might help get back into Zen and Xain's good graces… something which would be useful in staying out of prison, as other methods she could employ may not work on them. Even if it was all she had, anymore.

But no matter. Grumbling to herself, she ported herself into an alley of Traverse Town. Making sure she wasn't noticed, she headed down the street, tempted to shed her coat in the head. Or at least ditch some clothes that she was wearing underneath. Either option would suit her style, really. Going in public without clothes? Close enough to taking them off in front of drunken strangers in a dimly lit strip-joint was close enough to it for her tastes. As she headed into the grocery store she only knew by sight, she sighed in relief at the cold air swirling through it. Thank God for air conditioning, she thought, grabbing a cart and heading down an aisle. She planned on going multiple places for this trip, solely to make it interesting, and as such, she headed straight for the canned goods. Ryxeme grabbed a few jars of pickles, and some cans of soup. She strolled leisurely, leaning over the cart, casting her remaining eye over the selections in a rather bored manner.

She wasn't sure what all was needed, to be honest. Might as well grab some things while she was in her room, while here; might as well stock up for the long haul. Good thing her room was prepared.

She grabbed herself some soup, as well. Heading down another aisle, she grabbed random colorful boxes of junk food, throwing them in, almost with some disdain. Shaking her head, she turned yet again, this time grabbing boxes of cereal, and some cereal bars for herself. She was starting to get bored, dangerously so.

Time to ditch this place, before I fucking kill someone, she thought.

The wait for the line was even worse, as she stood there, impatiently tapping her toes and strumming her fingers along the conveyor belt, her cart, anything within reach that it would be reasonable to touch. Finally, she was able to pay, and did so without making small talk to the cashiers.

Taking the goods, she took the cart outside with her, as if she were simply going to her vehicle, assuming she could drive. However, once she was sure she wasn't being watched, she portalled back into her room. Emptying the cart, she soon sent it back, while she sorted out her food from the Manor's, separating them into two neat piles of bags.

Checking that her precious kitten was still there, she bestowed a kiss to its peach-fuzzed head, before heading back to one of the places she loved the least on her world.

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The grocery store in the Royal City Garnayea held memories for her, though they weren't especially fond ones. Nor were they ones she liked to remember, as that just brought along memories of her family, and if she wanted to keep herself sane, she couldn't remember them.
She grabbed another cart, walking aimlessly down the aisles. She knew this food was good, and it was the only reason she even bothered to come here. Hopefully it'd help, so that they might overlook a fight or two on her part.

As much as she wanted everyone to hate her, she didn't want to get her ass thrown out.

Sighing, she quickly grabbed up some of the freshest fruits and vegetables, some of the best meats. Ryxeme nearly ran through the store, trying to make the trip as painless as possible. Once done, she opened a portal back to her room, and strode through, cart and all.

These people had enough munny, they didn't need hers.

Emptying the cart, she sent it back to the world, though where, she did not know or care. She sorted through these, as well, separating what was hers from what was the Manor's. Once done, she sent those that weren't hers to the mainroom, but not before attaching a quick note to one of the bags.

Hey. I bought fucking groceries. Don't expect me to put them away.
                                 ---------Ryxeme.

Her work done, she settled to put her own food and drink away.