Attention Wal-Mart Shoppers

[sockhopsolly]

The WAL-MART meme



Open 24-hours, in large cities Wal-Mart is a place people show up to shop mindlessly for anything they need. In small towns, it may be literally the only business open after 10pm, making it an unlikely hang-out for locals.

Regardless of where it's located, Wal-Mart always seems to have the strange effect of making time crawl, as the aisles stretch on into infinity, and the tinny in-store music plays on a loop.

RULES:

Post to the meme--feel free to put what you're there for in your top-level.
Shop. Anything can be found at Wal-Mart, and in a meme, perhaps that's truer than ever
Get lost in the endless aisles.
Get found in the cafe.
Find a friend. Find an enemy. Find an employee
Have fun.

Comments

wade tillman, hbo's watchmen.

[tell]

Alec 'Bunny' Stebbins - OC - OTA

[conjuredrabbit]

[Bunny is in the kitchen appliance sections, comparing a few different blender models and probably generally getting in everyone's way.]

Meredith Idlewild - OC - OTA

[henchgal]

[Whether she's been sent here by her boss for something work-related, or she's picking up medications or other medical supplies (knee braces, icy hot, etc.) from the pharmacy section, Meredith looks absolutely exhausted.]

Zero | Drakengard 3

[bloodpetal]

[ Zero fucking hates it here, but she can be found looking at their liquor selection. ]

Marceline Abadeer | Adventure Time

[instrumentofmurder]

[wherever you find her, she's indiscriminately sucking the red out of anything]

Dabi | BNHA

[creamation]

[ He's probably stealing packets of ramen and medical gauze, maybe some beer if he's feeling ambitious. ]

HOMELANDER —— THE BOYS.

[timore]

[ who knows what he's doing here. nothing good, probably. ]

wadepool | disney's spandex party money pit

[yellowspeak]

Whatever you do, do not go into those bathrooms.

Someone had a situation in there.

[it was me. i had the situation.]

let's just play Brice as human this go 'round.

[brice]

The store was huge. Humongous. Gargantuan. Enormous. Brice didn't really like it one bit but he didn't trust the old antique shops and flea markets for what his mission was today.

Sometimes you just need some factory-made, disease-free ice cube trays. And while they weren't a necessity (Brice would drink what he had cool from the fridge no problem), he was worried that if he ever had guests over, they would want ice. And if he didn't have ice, then he figured they probably wouldn't stay.

Which would eat into his sex life, most assuredly.

"Uh, excu...ex...pard...hey, sorry..." The cutie who had dragged a blender in front of the exact shelf Brice needed to look at was really not aware of his surroundings. Brice wasn't the type to shove someone away, or even touch someone without permission. But, still, he needed to look at the ice cube trays.

Another tactic, then.

"Do you have a tray you'd recommend?"

Nott the Brave | Critical Role | OTA

[ucanreplytothismessage]

It's like 11:30 at night. It is as bright as midday in Wal-Mart.

In the Arts and Crafts aisle, there is a sudden scuffle, a muffled "Shit!" and then the clatter of buttons hitting the tile floor.

If you follow the dropped buttons, maybe you'll find the culprit. Maybe not. She's pretty sneaky.

Leon Scott Kennedy | RE2 | ota

[rcpd]

[Off-duty and without caffeine, ambling along the snack aisle at 2:00 am like a zombie.]

Re: Nott the Brave | Critical Role | OTA

[untangle]

Not that stealthy, given she actually may or may not collide with Stiles as he turns a corner to check out the sound.

"...Hi?"

ren amamiya / p5r

[prison]

[ currently with a cart full of snacks enough to feed a dozen people. none of which are healthy options. it's probably way out of his budget, too. in before he realizes he left his wallet at home. ]

joel | the last of us

[funguy]

[ Inside the basket at Joel’s feet is all manner of crafting supplies. There are markers, construction paper, stencils, glue, highlighters, glitter – and now he stands before the selection of poster board, overwhelmed and visibly frustrated as he thumbs out a text. ]

Hey, uh, sorry, do y’all have any posterboard that is… tri-fold…?

[ So distracted with his phone, Joel mistakes the next person to come into the aisle as an employee. After all, who else would be in the school supply aisle at 9:55 pm on a Sunday night? ]

[ucanreplytothismessage]

"OOP."

The little goblin girl skids to a stop. Several more buttons spill out of her grip and go bouncing away.

"Ah fuck--" She gives Stiles a narrow look. "Do you work here?"

Oooh.

[conjuredrabbit]

"Uh! Buh, uh...I think...I sort of like the silicon trays? Easy release. Though, you can get those in some really fun shapes online too, right now I've got one that makes ice cubes in the shape of rubber ducks."

Bunny got the hint, though, moving himself out of the way so Brice could look at the shelf, his nose twitching a little

[conjuredrabbit]

It is, in fact, almost a compulsion. Following the buttons, that is. Bunny would follow a trail of breadcrumbs in a forest the same way, not really caring what was at the end of the trail. So onward into the depths of the Wal-Mart, the racks and shelves their own sort of sylvan maze of metal.

[ucanreplytothismessage]

A shiny black button here, a bedazzled one there ...

They will lead Bunny over to the next section, which is Shoes. Here he may notice that several boxes have been opened, though nothing appears to be missing.

If he keeps following the dropped buttons, he'll eventually end up -- well, where else? Adult Beverages. Where a little goblin girl is frowning at the locked liquor cabinet that's just too high for her to effectively pick.

Dang his cuteness

[brice]

Brice had no other option than looking at the other, taking in his adorableness. It was obvious he didn't look like an employee, but the candor was refreshing. Feeling confident, Brice walked up beside him.

"Care to make me a drink with at least two ducks? No rubbers required." The latter had rolled off his tongue before Brice realized the insinuation, and his cheeks bloomed. He tried to shake it off, looking at the other.

"I'm Brice. I appreciate your opinion." God, he hoped it landed right or he would sulk away, awkward as hell.

[conjuredrabbit]

That...was the absolute last thing that Bunny had expected to hear, and his face turns an absolutely brilliant shade of red as well. It is a solid thirty seconds before he can get words out.

"Wow, that's bold. Uh! Do you often have luck getting lucky with guys in Wal-Mart?"

[conjuredrabbit]

Bunny is taller, could probably boost her up to the right level...

"Are you having trouble seeing what's on the top shelf?"

...but he has no idea of Nott's criminal intent yet. He does, however realize she's the source of the buttons, though, and holds out the handful he's collected on his quest path to finding her.

[brice]

Brice's cheeks turned tomato-red as he grinned. "My type doesn't usually shop in Wal-Mart this late at night. But I want to touch your hair and I think maybe you'd let me eventually?" Brice knew he was flustered because it was new.

"And if you're a serial killer since you're in front of a chest freezer, then it'd be a real bummer."

[conjuredrabbit]

"I'm not a killer anything. I'm a vegetarian, for fuck's sake."

He lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, still blushing pretty brightly. The attention is nice, it really is, but he hardly knows what to do with it. So it's a new experience for both of them really.

"I'm, uh...most of my friends just call me Bunny."

[brice]

"What do your other friends call you?" Brice asked, his chin situating itself between his folded index finger and thumb. It was overdramatic but Brice was still trying to play it coy.

"I'm Brice." He paused, matching the seconds of silence from earlier. "Bunny suits you, and I'm probably just going to get a pint of ice cream and a half dozen of donuts. Sorry I can't help you buy a..." Brice waved his hand, eyebrows raised.

"Vegetable freezer?"

[conjuredrabbit]

"The plan was a blender. For smoothies. Though now that you mention it, ice cream sounds really good too--or maybe sorbet? I could always go for mango sorbet."

He finagles the box for the blender he's chosen into his cart, and glances around for the frozen section.