[ There's a low, desperate, your-attention-please sort of noise coming from way on top of one of the taller sets of shelves. If Percy directs his attention towards it, he'll see a young man perched on the highest shelf; he's around twenty, with messy red hair and wide nervous eyes.
Max is lucky that he got real good at climbing really fast, because he was Not equipped to handle all these cannibal clothes when they tried to swarm him. Cannibal clothes? Is it cannibal if clothes for humans eat humans? Or is that just-- okay that's not what's important right now.
He calls down to the steampunk cosplayer in an urgent whisper. ]
3. a lesson in futility
[ There's a low, desperate, your-attention-please sort of noise coming from way on top of one of the taller sets of shelves. If Percy directs his attention towards it, he'll see a young man perched on the highest shelf; he's around twenty, with messy red hair and wide nervous eyes.
Max is lucky that he got real good at climbing really fast, because he was Not equipped to handle all these cannibal clothes when they tried to swarm him. Cannibal clothes? Is it cannibal if clothes for humans eat humans? Or is that just-- okay that's not what's important right now.
He calls down to the steampunk cosplayer in an urgent whisper. ]
Psssst. Dude, dude, they're behind you.