"...huh. Didn't quite picture this place bein' so touchy-feely."
Korso was definitely in an unfamiliar environment here-- one, it seemed like Earth. Not entirely like the one he left behind, but the people who lived there sure as hell looked human. And these buildings weren't exactly alien, just...old looking. Really old looking. At least to a guy from 3043ce. Yet, somehow, here he was.
Which was kind of odd, since the last thing he remembered was being electrocuted. And considering the amount of power coursing through the Titan at that particular moment, he wasn't even going to entertain the notion that he'd somehow survived the ordeal. So, this had to be the afterlife. Or something. Because while he wasn't exactly a scholar on the subject, he was fairly confident no Earthly or Alien religion involved one of those with the stipulation you had to live a life of perpetual physical contact or go all sickly.
Feel free to bother the totally-not-a-senior-yet space captain as he stands around taking it all in. And hey, the guy seems approachable enough. Has that air about him. Probably because of that charmingly rogue-ish nature.
[OPTION TWO]
"You gotta be kidding me."
Yep. Here he was, trying to expand his wardrobe beyond the clothes he showed up in, and right in front of him on a rack of questionably tasteful shirts [seriously Korso stop it with the Hawaiian-style shirts, they just scream 'I survived my mid-life crisis' in the worst way] was a big sign advertising a discount! Which, normally, that was good because it meant hey, he could afford to buy things, but the stipulation for this particular discount was a little odd.
Pick an option! Any option! So long as it's one or two.
"...huh. Didn't quite picture this place bein' so touchy-feely."
Korso was definitely in an unfamiliar environment here-- one, it seemed like Earth. Not entirely like the one he left behind, but the people who lived there sure as hell looked human. And these buildings weren't exactly alien, just...old looking. Really old looking. At least to a guy from 3043ce. Yet, somehow, here he was.
Which was kind of odd, since the last thing he remembered was being electrocuted. And considering the amount of power coursing through the Titan at that particular moment, he wasn't even going to entertain the notion that he'd somehow survived the ordeal. So, this had to be the afterlife. Or something. Because while he wasn't exactly a scholar on the subject, he was fairly confident no Earthly or Alien religion involved one of those with the stipulation you had to live a life of perpetual physical contact or go all sickly.
Feel free to bother the totally-not-a-senior-yet space captain as he stands around taking it all in. And hey, the guy seems approachable enough. Has that air about him. Probably because of that charmingly rogue-ish nature.
[OPTION TWO]
"You gotta be kidding me."
Yep. Here he was, trying to expand his wardrobe beyond the clothes he showed up in, and right in front of him on a rack of questionably tasteful shirts [seriously Korso stop it with the Hawaiian-style shirts, they just scream 'I survived my mid-life crisis' in the worst way] was a big sign advertising a discount! Which, normally, that was good because it meant hey, he could afford to buy things, but the stipulation for this particular discount was a little odd.
"What kind o' shop are these weirdos runnin?"