Clive Dove ( Future Luke Triton ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vengefulyears) wrote2014-08-11 10:56 pm
vengefulyears) wrote2014-08-11 10:56 pm
♠ First Memory
Memory Summary: Clive buys beer at the supermarket. You definitely don't want to miss out on this riveting tale, folks.
Gained Through: Exchanging three stars won from the Calhoun Party game.
Date: Day 12
It's a bright and sunny afternoon, and you decide to take a trip to the supermarket. You already know exactly what you're looking for. You don't even need to take a cart or a basket. You head straight for the beer aisle, perusing the selection until you catch sight of your desired beer - Young's Double Chocolate Stout. It's one of your absolute favorites. You can already taste the chocolaty, alcoholic goodness in your mouth just looking at it. It makes you smile brightly to yourself as you take three bottles from the shelf and proceed to the checkout area.
Unfortunately, all the lines are pretty long, even the one for the express lane. You expect that the express line will move pretty quickly, though, so you get in the back of that line and wait patiently until it's your turn to be rung up. Once you reach the conveyor belt, you put the bottles down on it, being sure to also place a divider between your order and that of the person in front of you.
Soon enough, it's finally your turn. The young cashier glances down at the beer bottles and then back at you. It's clear that she is incredibly skeptical about your age. She even asks you if you're really old enough to be buying these. You're a little annoyed by the tactlessness of her question, but nevertheless, you politely inform her that you are twenty-three years old, so yes, you are old enough to be buying these. You hand her your driving license to prove it.
She takes an unusually long time examining your driving license. She must expect it to be a fake, but it's completely genuine. She comes to accept this soon enough and hands it back to you, finally ringing up your beer and placing the bottles in a bag. You pay for them with your credit card and take the receipt after the transaction is complete, thanking the cashier before you happily walk out with your precious beer.
What was learned/Summary:
- He's 23 years old
- He really likes Young's Double Chocolate Stout beer
- That's it, that's all he learned
Effects:
- Strong disappointment towards Calhoun for giving him such a lame ass memory
- Just a tiiiiiny bit of satisfaction for learning his age
- A very intense craving for Young's Double Chocolate Stout beer
Gained Through: Exchanging three stars won from the Calhoun Party game.
Date: Day 12
It's a bright and sunny afternoon, and you decide to take a trip to the supermarket. You already know exactly what you're looking for. You don't even need to take a cart or a basket. You head straight for the beer aisle, perusing the selection until you catch sight of your desired beer - Young's Double Chocolate Stout. It's one of your absolute favorites. You can already taste the chocolaty, alcoholic goodness in your mouth just looking at it. It makes you smile brightly to yourself as you take three bottles from the shelf and proceed to the checkout area.
Unfortunately, all the lines are pretty long, even the one for the express lane. You expect that the express line will move pretty quickly, though, so you get in the back of that line and wait patiently until it's your turn to be rung up. Once you reach the conveyor belt, you put the bottles down on it, being sure to also place a divider between your order and that of the person in front of you.
Soon enough, it's finally your turn. The young cashier glances down at the beer bottles and then back at you. It's clear that she is incredibly skeptical about your age. She even asks you if you're really old enough to be buying these. You're a little annoyed by the tactlessness of her question, but nevertheless, you politely inform her that you are twenty-three years old, so yes, you are old enough to be buying these. You hand her your driving license to prove it.
She takes an unusually long time examining your driving license. She must expect it to be a fake, but it's completely genuine. She comes to accept this soon enough and hands it back to you, finally ringing up your beer and placing the bottles in a bag. You pay for them with your credit card and take the receipt after the transaction is complete, thanking the cashier before you happily walk out with your precious beer.
What was learned/Summary:
- He's 23 years old
- He really likes Young's Double Chocolate Stout beer
- That's it, that's all he learned
Effects:
- Strong disappointment towards Calhoun for giving him such a lame ass memory
- Just a tiiiiiny bit of satisfaction for learning his age
- A very intense craving for Young's Double Chocolate Stout beer