Welcome to Ambrosia!

[Roger Smith]

Adam had seen his fair share of strange in his -- admittedly, relatively short compared to some -- span of years. He'd seen things that were now so normal to him as to be almost inconsequential that he was quite certain would leave some people mildly confused at best, or hopelessly clueless at worst. And yet...for once, Adam was the one that had been left virtually struck dumb.

He might have been able to accept the fact he was talking to penguins moving into a new place with the help of gorillas while attempting to unpack from a ye olde u-haul cart. That was relatively normal, or at least within the bounds of strange he was accustomed to experiencing. But for some reason, the idea of penguins....with guns....

It hit him out of left field.

He was left staring with a blank look, somewhere between muted awe and stark disbelief, when Delilah pulled aside the curtain on the wagon. The amount of firepower he could see just from a single look was just -- it wasn't quite mind boggling, per se, but it was most definitely not what he had expected to be presented with in any way, shape or form. If he was being completely honest with himself, which was an increasingly rare occurrence nowadays, though....it was really very close to leaving his poor mind very much boggled.

His awed stare lasted only a second or so, before being snapped out of it by the rather sudden offer presented to him by Max. Adam blinked once, diverting his eyes to first Max and the ridiculously awesome gun he still held, to Delilah and her blanket-wrapped nest of eggs, back to the massive pile of firepower. And then his expression didn't exactly split in two with the volume of the grin that spread over it...but it was damn close. And if Adam wasn't so generally non-menacing. it probably would have been a little...unsettling. "Well, I guess I don't have much else to do. Yeah, sure, I'll take you guys up on that." He paused, his expression settling back into something more normal, and settled down to stand on terra firma once again, affixing his crutch under his right arm and leaning on it heavily.. "So, uh, just lead the way, I guess."

Luckily for the red-clad youth, he had been spared the no doubt strange reaction to his odd response of being asked to join in at the firing range by the convenient timing of Max focusing on re-arranging his hold on the gatling gun in his wings -- the freaking gatling gun that was compatible with magic rounds, for the love of the scratch, that was almost too awesome for words -- but when he spoke up with his agreement, the male penguin looked back up and gave a sort nod. "Well alright then, just give us a minute here and follow me."

Adam waited for a moment while the husband and wife penguin pair fidgeted among the collection of firepower in the wagon, picking out the particular death-breathing implements they had a particular fancy for trying out. For his part, Adam simply took a good long, hard look at the assembled weapons, making notes of the ones that looked particularly awesome. When this shop got up and running, he'd have to come back by for a closer look. Given his preferred method of dealing with things who were out to cause him bodily harm, some new ways to fight back while keeping out of reach were almost never a bad thing.

Soon enough, the former god of time who lost all his powers stumped along after the pair of penguins on the crutch he really didn't need anymore but kept using because he'd been making assumptions about his physical state for way too long now, and followed them down to their underground firing range. He took the chance during the short trip to ask something he'd been wondering about. "So, you said this place was called Ambrosia, yeah?"

Delilah looked over her shoulder at the gear-bearing one. "That's right. Why do you ask?"

"Just tryin' to remember where I've heard that name before. It's been bothering me ever since you said it, and I can't place it."

"Well, if you've never been here in person before, then I guess you might've heard about it from someone who's been through here?" Max offered up, looking thoughtful on the subject himself.

"Nah....haven't really talked much to anyone since I showed up in the Nexus or whatever it's called."

"Hmm....well, you don't happen to use the Dataverse, do you? Pretty sure folks have been mentioning it there, at least every now and then."

Adam's eyes lit up at mention of the Dataverse and he snapped the fingers of his free left hand. "That's it! There's where I know the name from! Man, that makes this whole thing kinda surreal....stumbling across a place by accident that I'd heard about to such an extent already without even knowing it..." He resisted the urge to have his open palm meet his face in a most aggressive fashion again, merely shaking his head at his own cluelessness.

Max and Delila shared a brief chuckle, that Adam sincerely hoped wasn't entirely at his own expense. "Well, I wouldn't worry about it too much. You ain't the first that's just wandered by or right on into town without a clue where they were, even just since we've been settin' up shop here."

"Oh. Well....then I feel less insecure about my ability to notice things, I guess."