Saitama AKA Caped Baldy (
heroforfun) wrote in
interstellar55552016-01-26 08:35 am
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Money Anxiety
Who: Saitama (
heroforfun) & Anyone that goes shopping
What: There's this weird bald guy in the grocery store going over some food stamps and coins and staring at the values like they're completely foreign to him.
When: Late afternoon
Where: Vista City streets
Warnings: I'm lazy and don't like writing prose?
[Saitama's spent the time since arriving just trying to get situated as quickly as possible - which meant finding the homeless assistance center for aid and services. They weren't requesting any in-depth information yet since he didn't sign up for long-term aid, but the food stamps wouldn't last forever. Still, finding a job isn't impossible with the open resource center, and "Makoto Furukawa" found himself a job in construction. It's been a weird few days, he swears the giant beams and cinder blocks are the slightest bit heavier than they normally feel... Saitama just chalks that up to other planets and weird density issues, at first. Not that he makes the statement to anyone, just trudging through his settling in.
But now he's gotten his first pay after making a request to his employer (explaining his homeless situation) and he's found a decently popular grocery store. But he's quickly sweating anxiously, fidgeting and tugging on his shirt and work vest. And, of course, digging through his wallet and staring at the very, very small amount of food in his basket.
He should've read about how food worked here. He should've checked what the money worth was supposed to be. He never looked at what apartments cost. Is he overpaying? Is he buying crap? Is there a better deal? Needless to say, this is probably the most stressful thing he's had to deal with since getting here... whereas the other rescuers were probably much more worried about getting caught.]
Crap... I really don't want to owe anybody...
What: There's this weird bald guy in the grocery store going over some food stamps and coins and staring at the values like they're completely foreign to him.
When: Late afternoon
Where: Vista City streets
Warnings: I'm lazy and don't like writing prose?
[Saitama's spent the time since arriving just trying to get situated as quickly as possible - which meant finding the homeless assistance center for aid and services. They weren't requesting any in-depth information yet since he didn't sign up for long-term aid, but the food stamps wouldn't last forever. Still, finding a job isn't impossible with the open resource center, and "Makoto Furukawa" found himself a job in construction. It's been a weird few days, he swears the giant beams and cinder blocks are the slightest bit heavier than they normally feel... Saitama just chalks that up to other planets and weird density issues, at first. Not that he makes the statement to anyone, just trudging through his settling in.
But now he's gotten his first pay after making a request to his employer (explaining his homeless situation) and he's found a decently popular grocery store. But he's quickly sweating anxiously, fidgeting and tugging on his shirt and work vest. And, of course, digging through his wallet and staring at the very, very small amount of food in his basket.
He should've read about how food worked here. He should've checked what the money worth was supposed to be. He never looked at what apartments cost. Is he overpaying? Is he buying crap? Is there a better deal? Needless to say, this is probably the most stressful thing he's had to deal with since getting here... whereas the other rescuers were probably much more worried about getting caught.]
Crap... I really don't want to owe anybody...

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And she recognizes this guy in the store. It's kinda hard to miss someone that bald.]
Are you all right? [Not that she expects him to recognize her. She definitely didn't stand out on the ship.]
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That said, he does look embarrassed to be approached.]
Uh. I'm okay, I'm just trying to make sure I can afford this stuff.
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If you need a meal, I think we could help out.
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And he catches sight of Saitama- immediately he's bright red.
Does he say anything? Should he approach? He doesn't even know his dream man's name.
But he also seems to be struggling with his groceries.
Eventually he pushes up his sunglasses and makes his way over, the blush is definitely still there.]
Trouble?
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[Saitama doesn't even recognize this guy.]
Not trouble... uh...
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...but the weird guy muttering to myself gets an odd look. what are you doing?]
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he points at another brand.]
These are your best price if you're trying to save money.
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[it seems pretty clear to him.]
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Still he can't help but overhear the guy muttering to himself. Sabo's not sure the guy's situation but he seems to be in financial straits. Though he could be wrong]
Out of cash or looking for someone to hide a body?
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I'm not out of cash, I'm just trying to stretch it for a whole week.
--I don't need charity, though, don't worry about it.
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But I can show you where you can get more for what money you have. [a shrug] If you want.
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[and he jerks his head indicating the guy should start following and begins walking down the sidewalk. It isn't too long though before he pauses]
That, can be your life line.
[and he points to a pawn shop across the street]
If you really reach the end your rope? There's usually some stuff you can salvage from your person or even a junk yard that you can sell in there for a bump of cash. Not much usually unless you go in for illegal things, but enough to see you to the next paycheck.
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Oh. I don't have any actual belongings to sell other than my clothes, and I can't work without those.
[Literally who doesn't have a single thing they can pawn, who is this bald weirdo]
And I'm not the villainous type.
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