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pleasantdale2013-01-21 03:48 pm
quen) wrote in pleasantdale2013-01-21 03:48 pm
In Search of Alien Life
Who: Quen, open to all
Where: Chow's
What: Quen's looking for props.
Quen has found some interesting things at Chow's over the years. There's always some odd-or-end that makes a good prop for one of their shows. Nothing like an exotic import to set the mood for a set that's supposed to be a far off land. Today though, he's got a bit of an extra challenge. Due to the local hubbub about 'mysterious lights' being spotted, Captain Mystery's Strange Theater is doing an episode on alien life and flying saucers.
Albee'd gone off to the junkyard to pick up some scraps that could be made into a convincing flying saucer. And he'd left Quen in charge of picking up some 'alien' accessories to recreate what the interior of that ship might look like. So it was that Quen found himself here at Chow's, picking through all the exotic odds and ends, squinting at this-and-that as he tried to picture it as part of a set.
"Hmn... would aliens have dragons? Maybe with some doctoring, it could be a space wyrm..."
Where: Chow's
What: Quen's looking for props.
Quen has found some interesting things at Chow's over the years. There's always some odd-or-end that makes a good prop for one of their shows. Nothing like an exotic import to set the mood for a set that's supposed to be a far off land. Today though, he's got a bit of an extra challenge. Due to the local hubbub about 'mysterious lights' being spotted, Captain Mystery's Strange Theater is doing an episode on alien life and flying saucers.
Albee'd gone off to the junkyard to pick up some scraps that could be made into a convincing flying saucer. And he'd left Quen in charge of picking up some 'alien' accessories to recreate what the interior of that ship might look like. So it was that Quen found himself here at Chow's, picking through all the exotic odds and ends, squinting at this-and-that as he tried to picture it as part of a set.
"Hmn... would aliens have dragons? Maybe with some doctoring, it could be a space wyrm..."
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Like dead bodies moving around again. He's been thinking plenty about that.
He gives Captain Mystery a sour look. Perhaps if the man finds something that he wants, he'll be quicker to leave.
Chow emerges from behind the counter and uses his trusty footstool to reach up to a high shelf and grab something that seems to be a ring of... red paper? He pulls the interior bamboo frame apart and suddenly he is holding a large red globe, singular, not lit up at the moment.
"Here. Three dollars."
Whether or not Quentin knows at all what it is is another matter entirely, as is if he wants to buy it.
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The only way she was able to get out today, was that she needed supplies from Mr.Chow's shop, and her host family didn't trust the man. Elene knew it had to do with where he was from, so she kept her mouth shut when they complained about his shop. They didn't complain about the products she bought from him, however.
She just walked in, when she noticed Captain Mystery himself. She froze and tried to think of the best way to deal with the situation.
"You are from television." said Elene, in her heavy Georgian accent. "Captain Mystery."
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He indicated the paper globe that Chow was displaying, with an affected air of puzzlement. "Right now, the big mystery is trying to figure out what that is. Interesting design-- expanding paper-- but to what purpose?"
He shot a furtive wink to Chow, indicating that he might know a little more than he was letting on-- but he had an interest in seeing what the lady would say about it.
"Have you any ideas, miss?"
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She'd seen odds and ends from China before, since they were allied with the USSR and she had even heard a few words of the language, not that she knew what they meant.
"It is a pretty color."
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The girl, however, gets a short nod at her correct assessment.
"Yes. Lantern."
He takes the red globe back behind the counter and rummages in the small shelves and cubbies back there for a votive candle, which he places inside the globe then lights with a long match.
Lit, the globe is a ball of softly glowing red. Could serve as a UFO, kinda maybe.
"Three dollars," Chow repeats doggedly, with an eye on the girl as well to make sure she isn't taking things from his shelves.
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There were two other customers in the shop, both admiring a red paper lantern. He had seen lanterns like that back in Chicago for Chinese New Year. Alex stared at it for a moment, lost in a memory, before he shook his head and made his way to the counter.
"Hello, Jim. Might you have a little something to help me sleep?"
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"You can hang with thin thread, and from far away. Strange light that floats. Too close and it will only be lantern. If you have many, hanging high, it is invasion."
She stepped out of the way for the young man, almost knocking something over in the process. "I am sorry!"
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Taking a second look at the dragon, Alex picked it up. "I might have to take this little guy home. He's quite handsome and would look good on my shelf."
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"Help sleep? Hmnnn..."
He's familiar with such troubles his own self, on nights when the dreams are bad. Chow moves out from behind the counter to one of his cabinets, opening it to rummage within. He pulls forth two bottles and holds them forth.
"Emperor's tea pills," while lifting one, "and suan-zao-ren-tang-pian," for the other. "One dollar, each. Dragon two dollars."
Due to his education in medicine, Chow knows plenty of Western cures for insomnia too. But he knows that the people of Pleasantdale don't come to his shop for what their Western doctors can give them. They come for the exotic, for the foreign, for their assumptions of what he offers. 'Chinese wisdom', ha.
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Alex set the glass dragon on the counter before taking the bottles from Chow's hands, turning them to read the labels. He had tried western methods to help with the insomnia before, but all they did was make him groggy and fatigued through out the day. Hopefully herbs would be less likely to turn him into the walking dead.
Fishing in the pocket of his coat, he pulled out four dollars and handed it across the counter.
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She smiled, hopefully "It will be very nice"
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"I'm afraid I am quite busy these days. Please let her know that I am sorry I will have to miss it. Perhaps I will see you at the Founder's Day celebration?"
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Well, it wouldn't hurt to try to get some business, even if he did say no to the party.