With my shopping cart I move through the heart

[mocks]

WHO: Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton & Open.
WHERE: A local supermarket.
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Thanksgiving is nearly here and it's time to do some grocery shopping!
FORMAT: Quick. Start new threads, ram your carts into other people, have at it!

[Bobbi has composed a long list of food items that will be needed to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. It's not just turkey that she has in mind-- there's all the fixings and alcohol to obtain as well. Luckily she's brought Clint along to help her with her food quest, and more importantly, to carry everything back to the Mansion in one piece.

Unfortunately, it seems like lots of people had the same idea to get started on their shopping several days in advance. The aisles are crowded with shoppers and their baskets and carts, filled to overflowing with boxes of mashed potatoes and stuffing. This grocery store is teetering on the brink of running out of Thanksgiving supplies, and honestly Bobbi is having none of it.]

Damn. I didn't think it would be this crowded already.

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[trickshot]

_{( Clint, being the dutiful husfriend that he is, is pushing the shopping cart. The domesticity of it all is still novel, to him, and the occasion to cook and have everyone in one place is something he's actually looking forward to. Still, you wouldn't know it from his demeanor, even if he didn't sound particularly combative as he said: )}

It's turkey, babe. All things considered there are worse things to go nuts over.

[mocks]

[Bobbi has to agree with that, even if her face doesn't actually show it as she reaches for a can of cranberry sauce.]

You're right. At least we don't have to go toy shopping for Christmas.

[trickshot]

_{( The implications of that statement make Clint purse his lips, then roll his eyes. He also grabs three boxes of Little Debbie cakes because he can, tossing them into the cart. )}

How come we don't know anyone who can spontaneously create groceries for us? I feel like we should've come across more than one, by now.

[mocks]

It'd save us a ton of money, too. [She frowns at the cakes as they tumble into the cart.] It's all so expensive nowadays.

[trickshot]

We could just stop eating. But if we're going that route, let's start after Thursday. _{( Oh look, instant coffee. Definitely grabbing a bunch of that. )}

OPEN

[swordedpast]

[You know what? Archer wasn't even really thinking about Thanksgiving. He knew it existed, and that there would be chaos because of it, but...

He never realized just how bad it would be.

Which is why, pushing his cart through the supermarket, pulling supplies for ordinary meals off the shelves, he's looking both puzzled and increasingly irritated. His expression is clouded with sullenness enough usually, but now there's practically a storm of frustration brewing in his eyes.

Eventually, he mutters something under his breath. And anyone who can sense magic will feel it ripple through, of all things, his shopping cart.

Now when he pushes his way through a blockade of other carts, they crunch faintly and dent to let him through.

He only does it when the shoppers using them aren't looking, though. Or at least, when he thinks they're not.]

[mocks]

[Bobbi has wandered off to grab an extra couple bottles of BBQ sauce (don't ask) when the sight of the carts seemingly twisting and moving catches her eye. It stuns her for a second and she nearly drops the bottles, eyes narrowing as her gaze falls on the man pushing the other cart. Does he has super strength or something? Jeez, there's no reason to be so rough with the carts! Amazingly no one else seems to notice.]

Easy, pal. I know it's crowded, but the carts didn't do anything wrong.

[swordedpast]

[Oops. Caught. The man in red (he's put on a more normal red hoodie than his JRPG-hero usual for the shopping trip, but he's still wearing red, all right) looks up at Bobbi's voice and makes a show of affecting bemused nonchalance.]

Oh...? Well, it's not my fault I seem to have picked up a sturdier cart than everyone else. Jeez, they should really look into that.

[mocks]

No kidding.

[Her brow arches. She's not exactly buying this excuse, but honestly, not much else seems plausible. She responds in a deadpan voice:]

Here's hopin' it's not contagious.

[onetouch]

[Ned was terrified by how many people were here, certain he would be trampled at any moment. A cereal box whizzed by his vision and he very nearly ditched his cart and ran screaming--but no, he would keep his composure, for the love of pie. Part of him couldn't believe he was doing this to himself again, but the rest recognized that Pie Hole Thanksgiving was a way to fill all the emptiness inside from being torn away from his home yet again.

When he looked up and out of his reverie from trying to pick the perfect turkey--a seemingly impossible feat being that he couldn't eat nor touch meat--he spotted a familiar face, though it took him a minute to place it.] Bobbi.

[mocks]

[She looks up from the selection of poultry, smiling as she recognizes the adorable little scamp from the Pie Hole.]

Well, hi, Ned! How are you?

[onetouch]

Overwhelmed. [he answered immediately, looking from the turkeys to Bobbi and back to the turkeys.] What am I looking for?

[mocks]

If I had to guess, I'd put my money on 'turkeys'. [She smiles, poking at one of the birds.] I think we got here at the right time. Another hour or so and all these beauties'll be snatched up.

[governorkang]

[Having never known a holiday like Thanksgiving before, Kang had been completely unaware that the store would be so packed. He's only come for a few things, almost having to muscle his way through the crowd at times. There are children underfoot as well, escaping from their parents and grandparents; one nearly runs straight into his legs, and he warns the girl to be careful with a smile. His nieces and nephews are old enough to escape and get underfoot as well, so he understands completely. The girl apologizes and scampers off, heading in Bobbi and Clint's direction, barely avoiding running into them. He shakes his head, and watches her disappear around a corner.]

[mocks]

[Bobbi finds herself smiling at the stampede of children in spite of herself. She's not exactly maternal, but her time in the City as surrogate step-mom to Lyra and Ggio has altered her perspective a bit. This will be her first Thanksgiving in three years without the kids, and it's made her a bit wistful.

Smiling to herself, she glances up at Kang, noticing that he's also noticed the girl.]

Adorable, isn't she.

[governorkang]

...not a word I've used for human children before, but yes.

[He shifts the basket on his arm and steps aside for another patron to pass.]

[mocks]

Oh no? [She finds herself chuckling at that.] What words do you normally associate with 'em?

slides in here

[ex_loveknot297]

[Honestly, Vesper had forgotten about the American holiday. She needed to restock on some things but the venture was becoming more and more of a headache.

Luckily, most of what she wanted was not of a feast-like fare. She hears a woman's comment, and Vesper had to agree.]

It's only slightly too crowded for my tastes.

[mocks]

[She stares at the rows of canned goods before her, sighing harshly.]

It's like everyone suddenly remembered they're supposed to cook things this weekend and they all went into full-on panic mode at once.

[ex_loveknot297]

A shortage of holiday food. Imagine that chaos. You'd think we'd learn to go elsewhere.

[mocks]

You'd think we could be thankful for the food we've already got in our pantries instead of rushing the store like this. [A beat.] But then again, I've got ten or so mouths to feed on Thursday and I don't think microwave popcorn is gonna cut the mustard.

[agentofshield]

[Nick's not actually at the store for Thanksgiving. He doesn't have anything against the holiday, but without Val or Dum Dum or Daisy and the rest of the kids, celebrating seems a little empty. Instead, he's braving the crowd to make a last ditch effort at replacing his stash of scotch for the evening. Of course it would be too much to ask that supermarkets carry distilled liquor in this world. It' different enough, sure, but never in way that's convenient.

Brusquely, with a touch more disappointment in his ever unpleasant expression, he moves through the store, narrowly avoiding the shopping carts. If he's here, he may as well pick up a few things, after all.]

[mocks]

[Bobbi meanders slowly through the crowd, grabbing a box of mashed potato flakes when she catches a familiar figure in the corner of her eye. She lets out a short gasp, smile sweeping over her as she forces her way through the throngs of shoppers and over to her old mentor.]

Don't tell me you didn't see me over there.

[agentofshield]

[The perpetual grimace on Nick's face dissipates slightly when he spots Bobbi in the fray.]

Sure didn't. Trainin' goes all to hell in this crowd.

[He smiles a little ruefully. He didn't see her, but he wasn't actually looking. In fact, he was doing his best to avoid looking at people in general.]

[mocks]

[She snorts softly, refusing to believe that the master spy of master spies couldn't pick out one of his ex-agents in a crowd. No matter, she'll forgive this lapse for now.]

It sure is crowded here. It's enough to make a person lose their mind. Which makes me wonder what the hell you're doin' here, Nick.