Mar 6, 2022 10:43 pm
It takes you all the way into the afternoon to get the house back into a presentable state, at which point, you've all already grown hungry again. Kristina insists on ordering pizza which you all share. Cleaning up might not sound like the most fun of activities, but all together, you have made the most out of it and actually enjoyed the time spent together, working and joking. Except cleaning up the vomit. No amount of teamwork could make that part enjoyable.
The rest of it was fine, though.
You arrive at the Strip, the local comic book store run by Ing-Marie Blankäng, just before it's closing time. Even Kajsa came with you, though she looks slightly grumpy at the fact that you are looking into another local mystery. The sun is already slowly closing in on the horizon and the light is burning inside. The windows are covered in alien stuff. The store sells all kinds of comics and games but from the outside, you'd think everything they have is related to aliens. There are UFO models hanging in the windows, alien artworks and comic books about aliens on display. The large telescope is, as always, pointing out of a window on the upper floor and - although you can't see it - you all know of the UFO landing site, marked by a large sign, on the roof.
As you enter, you find Ing-Marie sitting on top of the counter. She's a blonde woman somewhere in her thirties, slightly overweight, dressed in a bright blue dress and thick, black-rimmed glasses. She seems to be scribbling notes with a ballpoint pen into a brand new Superman comic. When she hears the windchime at the door, announcing your arrival, she looks up and gives you her trademark excited smile.
"Hello kids," she says cheerfully. "How can I help you?"
The rest of it was fine, though.
You arrive at the Strip, the local comic book store run by Ing-Marie Blankäng, just before it's closing time. Even Kajsa came with you, though she looks slightly grumpy at the fact that you are looking into another local mystery. The sun is already slowly closing in on the horizon and the light is burning inside. The windows are covered in alien stuff. The store sells all kinds of comics and games but from the outside, you'd think everything they have is related to aliens. There are UFO models hanging in the windows, alien artworks and comic books about aliens on display. The large telescope is, as always, pointing out of a window on the upper floor and - although you can't see it - you all know of the UFO landing site, marked by a large sign, on the roof.
As you enter, you find Ing-Marie sitting on top of the counter. She's a blonde woman somewhere in her thirties, slightly overweight, dressed in a bright blue dress and thick, black-rimmed glasses. She seems to be scribbling notes with a ballpoint pen into a brand new Superman comic. When she hears the windchime at the door, announcing your arrival, she looks up and gives you her trademark excited smile.
"Hello kids," she says cheerfully. "How can I help you?"