You make stuff, sometimes your shopping list is a bit weird. Then someone decides to search your bags (you're innocent), and then there's the explanations. -- Knitnan
There's Things and then there's THINGS!. The latter is a gigantic labyrinth of the former. There's also refreshment islands with ablution kiosks and Galactic Food Choices[1] in a mini-kitchen. People who go there tend to spend all day, and then bookmark their location so that they can come again.
Rael had set his personal alarm set to let him know when he had a comfortable amount of time to reach his domicile and refuel before entering his rest cycle. He marched down the shelving, looking for specific items. He was a cogniscent with only so much time to spare.
In one of the middle lanes was a lizard with a trolley. It contained quite a number of disparate things. Bricks of printing paper, samples of coloured paper, a cutting mat, several boxes of beads, packets of knitting yarn, several colours and patterns of ductape, random spools of wire, cable, and what seemed to be printer materia. They were looking over the air-clay and temperature-sensitive plastics, with a silicone mould in one hand.
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