fandomhigh | Multidimensional Economics; Friday, First Period [12/11].

It was definitely portal time for class this week, because Summer was definitely not going to program a danger shop sim for something she could just arrange a class trip out of, so for once they were actually meeting in an actual classroom where she'd scheduled the portal for instead of the danger shop one. Which sort of still felt funny to her, in a weird sort of way.

But, anyway.

"So I know a lot of you already did the whole mall Christmas shopping thing this week for the assembly," she started, "but, guess what, you're doing the whole mall thing again, only it's different because this is going ot be a mall in space, where there is no Christmas shopping because why would people in space celebrate Christmas? And shopping is only one aspect, and just a small aspect," this was a total lie, they were absolutely going to a space mall just as an excuse to shop whilst in class, "of our trip. Our main goal is for market research," which was code for an excuse to shope whilst in class, "for your final projects, because next week is our last class of the semester, and so the whole goal is to have you develop throughout the week a good pitch for a multidimensional store or business that you'll present to the class next Friday. So this is a good way to get a feel for some of the multidimensional market, get inspired, maybe see what's lacking.

"Also," she added, hefting up a large duffel bag, "we're in luck, because I managed to pin down a dimension where shrimp chips actually are a form of currency, so this stock pile I've been building up over the semester is going ot really come in handy for you guys if you actually do want to buy something. I just have two rules: no weapons, because that's definitely going to come back and bite you in the ass somehow, and no pawn shop sex robots, because that's how you wind up with alien nephews who want to destroy all of humanity because your brother sucks at being a dad."

A pause.

"At least, in my experience, anyway. So, everyone, grab a bag, and let's get ready to do some shopp--I mean, some market research!"

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Ready to market research until you drop!

Troy Barnes

Nina Argentum

Sure, the duffel bags don't exactly make for a very fashionable purse, but do you really want to ruin a Fendi by putting shrimp chips in it??

"No weapons?!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was incredibly disappointed in you, Summer!

And with that shrieking little inquiry was an incredibly unimpressed look.

"Oh, like me saying no weapons is really going to deter you from getting weapons if you really wanted them, Nina."

Because that rules was mostly a Summer covering her ass rule.

"Also, though," she pointed out, "do you really want weapons that you'd find in a space mall, Nina, really?"

There were so many better uses for those shrimp chips!

"I mean, like, I was going to go look at clothes and books first," she said, looking a bit rebellious. "But looking at the weapons is something that everyone should do and, like, if that means buying one........."

Well.

So be it.

"Don't buy space mall weapons," Summer said, in a tone to suggest this was the last she was going to say on the matter. "They will literally blow up your face, and I literally mean literally literally right now. Part of economics is knowing how to be smart with your shrimp chips, too."

Nina sighed.

Heavily.

"If you insist," she said, more sulkily than she really felt.

It's totally like a regular mall, but in space! Feel free to mod whatever whacky space-like shops and patrons you'd like, or simply enjoy some gems like a stop to the Blips and Chitz arcade, where they'd just gotten a brand new Roy console! Or you can staunchy try to ignore the awkward implications of the kiosk selling gear parts run by Gear People. Stop in at the Pawn Shop Planet's attempt to branch out into Mall Planet business, or find some very interesting fashion selections in the upscale boutique straight out of the planet Fran Dreslicar, if you can only get over all the clerk's...distinctive laughs.

Swing by the food court and enjoy a snack from the very popular Gazorpian francise Just a Bite of Yours!, or, if you're not even quite that hungry, there's a Little Bits, too! There is also, inexplicably, a Shoney's.

Just be warned that the Santa-looking fellow in the courtyard is not an actual Santa as you may know him, but is actually a Santalien, and you do not want to sit on his lap.

Either way, it's a space mall! Feel free to run with it.

Yeah, Troy was definitely spending most of his shrimp chips and market research in that arcade. Don't think he didn't see you there, plumbus in the prize room if he earned enough coupons!

And before you ask, yes, there is a very distinct reason why she did not choose to just have them go shopping in the Blumbus Dimension, because she was pretty sure the school would generally frown at her one lone male students becoming a blumberflarg.

Which is almost certainly exactly how it would have gone.

Edited 2020-12-11 12:54 (UTC)

"Truthsteak McGloin is worshipped on Blumbus as the people's lord and savior. He was a human who referred to God by the wrong pronoun and therefor turned into a pineapple so he could share his sweet juice with the world and be cleansed of all sin. He has a church based around his faith."

My canon continues to completely astonish me and is a horrifying wellspring that will never truly dry up.

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