How many Orange Juliuses (Julii?) is this for Quentin? Too many. And by the way his cup echos with every slurp it sounds like he’s running low as he stands in front of a massive wall of TVs, basking in the sweet glow of all that mindless sensory input again. God, he’s missed OLED light.
He picks up a control and tinkers with a couple of game consoles. A PS5 might make this place more bearable, he thinks. But then… there are some consoles here he doesn’t even recognize and the thought of playing video games from some other dimension is too interesting an opportunity to pass up. He picks up an unfamiliar jet-black controller and mashes some keys until he figures out the menu only to find the screen flick out on him. He blinks and looks around to find someone heaving the console out of it’s plugs.
“What the fuck?! It’s a floor model you, knuckle dragger!”
This particular shopper takes no notice of his frustration though. Instead they look up, wide eyed and scurry away to another department.
Half expecting to see a hallway full of blood or a pair of scary twins behind him Quentin turns instead to see a surprising throng of people razing this department store like a tidal wave.
“Nope. No. Nuh huh. If I’m going to be killed by an angry mob it’s not going to be in a Sears.”
II b. BLACK FRIDAY 2: TOTALLY CONSUMED
Thoroughly unaware of the potential side effects of messing with the shopping mob for too long, Quentin is primed to become completely consumed by this cult of consumerism.
Uncontrollably clawing his way to the top floor of designer menswear department might be less dramatic on someone of his stature if not for an impressive suite of powers that he has no qualms about wielding to get what he wants.
As he glows an intense pink the screaming sound of straining metal comes from the escalator. He heaves violently on the step chain inside, sending a crowd of zombie shoppers flinging back down the steps they’re trying to ascend.
Quentin Quire | Marvel 616 | OTA
How many Orange Juliuses (Julii?) is this for Quentin? Too many. And by the way his cup echos with every slurp it sounds like he’s running low as he stands in front of a massive wall of TVs, basking in the sweet glow of all that mindless sensory input again. God, he’s missed OLED light.
He picks up a control and tinkers with a couple of game consoles. A PS5 might make this place more bearable, he thinks. But then… there are some consoles here he doesn’t even recognize and the thought of playing video games from some other dimension is too interesting an opportunity to pass up. He picks up an unfamiliar jet-black controller and mashes some keys until he figures out the menu only to find the screen flick out on him. He blinks and looks around to find someone heaving the console out of it’s plugs.
“What the fuck?! It’s a floor model you, knuckle dragger!”
This particular shopper takes no notice of his frustration though. Instead they look up, wide eyed and scurry away to another department.
Half expecting to see a hallway full of blood or a pair of scary twins behind him Quentin turns instead to see a surprising throng of people razing this department store like a tidal wave.
“Nope. No. Nuh huh. If I’m going to be killed by an angry mob it’s not going to be in a Sears.”
II b. BLACK FRIDAY 2: TOTALLY CONSUMED
Thoroughly unaware of the potential side effects of messing with the shopping mob for too long, Quentin is primed to become completely consumed by this cult of consumerism.
Uncontrollably clawing his way to the top floor of designer menswear department might be less dramatic on someone of his stature if not for an impressive suite of powers that he has no qualms about wielding to get what he wants.
As he glows an intense pink the screaming sound of straining metal comes from the escalator. He heaves violently on the step chain inside, sending a crowd of zombie shoppers flinging back down the steps they’re trying to ascend.