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Nobody ever imagined a Mears shop to ever have anybody living in it. No one would suspect that beds used to display bed frames to potential consumers would be used as actual beds on the store's property. No one imagined someone sleeping on display couches. No one could envision that a concept like stealing a computer and using it in here was ever going to be considered ethical.

Back when people were alive, they couldn't imagine anyone living in a Mears and invading other stores, but Velma had a knack for achieving the impossible.

The tapping of her fingers along the keyboard quietly rapped out inside the dark store. The only other source of light save for the computer screen was the TV some feet away. In between the TV and the bed was a display of several living room sets. The closest to the TV had a former dog trainer as its occupant and his dog laying at the base of the couch, as he cozied up in front of the only station left being a black and white TV channel that aired old movies without network assistance. It was between that choice and old jazz radios with no dialogue. Never again would it have a radio host. But the past was the past.

Velma's focus was the future. Her aim was to create a new civilization with children and medical assistance with long lifespans. And when the population got too high a small army would be made to gradually invade the city of Albany until New York was their own. Within time humanity would kill off the monsters that she had created. Hopefully, she would live to see that day. Now was her historic moment of retribution as the official Henry Hudson Mall website loaded and she downloaded the PDF of the map with ease. Then got to work trying to map out what store would be used for what. Starting with the food court.

She began to type into Microsoft word: 'Food Court will be on one side a soup kitchen and the other side a medical centre. Placing empty bookshelves from Books-a-Billion at the middle. Leaving a border.'
'Books-a-Billion will be utilized for a school and library'
'Security Office will be an arsenal'
'Bullseye (the SCA equivalent of Target) Greenhouse will be used for agriculture'
'Pet Shop will be a laborator-'

The leather couch creaked as soon as Dorothy stepped into Oz. Velma bit her lip. She would feel a tad bad to see she woke up Shaggy. This time of year the sun hadn't risen yet. It was only 4:00. And Shaggy had been sleeping exhaustedly since seven last night. Velma let him lay there a bit before presuming typing.

'-atory'

She looked up and paused to see if she could hear him shift. No movement except for the quiet singing of instruments as Dorothy gawked at what her world had become. Regardless, other then that it was quiet for three more seconds before the defiant springs creaked at Shaggy's movements. Which this time didn't soothe; because now he was sitting up. He stretched and moaned out a long yet subtle yawn then turned to face Velma, who was still a few feet away. He waved hey before bending his arms and stretching as he leaned backwards to crack his spine. Despite it being dark, Velma could see everything quite decently as she witnessed his chest barely covered by a wrinkled wife beater. Hair poking out on his chest and arms as she felt uneasy and focused her energy on her screen yet just cause she felt uneasy, she acknowledged that looking didn't feel entirely wrong either.

"Did I wake you?" Velma asked as she pretended as if she never peaked over her screen. "Nah, I've been up for an hour." he sighed. "I love this movie. S'why I didn't feel like drifting off..." He admitted as he pushed the blanket off him and carefully walked around Scooby. He was wearing pajama bottoms that had a tartan red pattern. Very loose and relaxed, extremely fitting for the hipster stoner. He sat himself besides Velma and peaked at her screen while sitting criss cross applesauce like a preschooler. "So what cha workin on?" He asked in some dialect he usually talked in. "Somethin to help th com-" Velma paused and corrected herself. "SomeTHING to help THE community," Shaggy snorted. "What are we gonna do with the movie theater?" Shaggy asked. "Perhaps a storage room. Why?" Velma responded. "Well I just think if generations are going to be thriving here children should know recorded history in our media," Shaggy commented surprisingly intellectually sounding.

"All energy should be focused on the greater good till we got all of Albany under our control, Norville. Leisure is a thing that can wait,"

Shaggy couldn't believe what he heard. "Energy?" He asked. Velma faced him and met eye contact. She gestured towards her screen and explained herself. "Spare time is a thing of the past simply put, its harsh, but its how the world is just gonna have to work now," she laid her arms down on her lap and shrugged her shoulders. Shaggy however was far from nonchalant. "What about the joys in life? Surviving solely isn't living at all..." Shaggy started. Velma was about to continue but was unknowingly interrupted before she began. "What about laughter, love, and connection? Sex, freedom, and room to breathe?" He added slightly louder as he raised his hands and motioned them open. However Velma caught herself more in thought as to what the point of sex will be. "Speaking of which maybe we should keep condoms in supply till we have proper barricades. Maybe we should find a way to make more somehow in the future to keep aids at bay. But what if a woman gets herself pregnant and doesn't want to be? Should abortion be abolished until we grow more...?" Velma put a hand on her chin as she hunched over. Shaggy noticed how she missed the point as he furrowed his brow. Gazing upon her profile till he saw just how messy she looked.

Velma was wearing pajamas, but it was hard to tell if she had ever even gotten any sleep last night. Her hair was a mess and the bags under her eyes looked darker then normal. Shaggy understood why Velma was in this mindset. She was stressed. That had to be it! There's no way she could oppose the leisurely moments and deny that to any human who made it to the mall. But no way was he just gonna tell her to go to bed or attempt to seduce her into sleeping with him (as he knew her well enough to know his advancements would earn a hard smack across his jaw), instead he was gonna have to prove his point while getting her to tucker out and hopefully get some rest.

"How about-since niether of us can seem to fall asleep it seems-we go out and take a look at the full mall itself and dictate if we have enough space to build something fun to do?" He questioned this as Velma looked confused. "If you keep someone trapped for long enough in one space, they're gonna go crazy, Velm. We have to have something fun to do. Or else people are gonna kill each other!" Shaggy exclaimed. Velma put a finger to his mouth as his eyes crossed to stare at it. "Slippery slope fallacy, Shag. Your argument failed." She teased, but kept her soulless seeming attitude that looked as though she probably wasn't kidding.

She however was just thinking in reality. Her mind racing as she was trying to dictate if exploring the mall were a good idea. She could get a closer look at the shops and assets. Perhaps they would find non perishables to keep for later? Maybe find a more suitable furniture store so that Daisy wasn't sleeping on a model hammock and Cliffy wasn't in a top bunk bed, leaving Daphne and Fred sharing a bed way too far from the rest of the group? Perhaps some more gear could be used for the elements...? Snow boots? Umbrellas? Coats? It was a legitimate sounding idea. So Velma removed her finger from Shaggy's lips and sighed.

"Alright, we can explore together. But we can't wander too far and you're taking your gun with you." she whispered. "Now go get dressed."

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Nobody ever imagined a Mears shop to ever have anybody living in it. No one would suspect that beds used to display bed frames to potential consumers would be used as actual beds on the store's property. No one imagined someone sleeping on display couches. No one could envision that a concept like stealing a computer and using it in here was ever going to be considered ethical.

Back when people were alive, they couldn't imagine anyone living in a Mears and invading other stores, but Velma had a knack for achieving the impossible.

The tapping of her fingers along the keyboard quietly rapped out inside the dark store. The only other source of light save for the computer screen was the TV some feet away. In between the TV and the bed was a display of several living room sets. The closest to the TV had a former dog trainer as its occupant and his dog laying at the base of the couch, as he cozied up in front of the only station left being a black and white TV channel that aired old movies without network assistance. It was between that choice and old jazz radios with no dialogue. Never again would it have a radio host. But the past was the past.

Velma's focus was the future. Her aim was to create a new civilization with children and medical assistance with long lifespans. And when the population got too high a small army would be made to gradually invade the city of Albany until New York was their own. Within time humanity would kill off the monsters that she had created. Hopefully, she would live to see that day. Now was her historic moment of retribution as the official Henry Hudson Mall website loaded and she downloaded the PDF of the map with ease. Then got to work trying to map out what store would be used for what. Starting with the food court.

She began to type into Microsoft word: 'Food Court will be on one side a soup kitchen and the other side a medical centre. Placing empty bookshelves from Books-a-Billion at the middle. Leaving a border.'
'Books-a-Billion will be utilized for a school and library'
'Security Office will be an arsenal'
'Bullseye (the SCA equivalent of Target) Greenhouse will be used for agriculture'
'Pet Shop will be a laborator-'

The leather couch creaked as soon as Dorothy stepped into Oz. Velma bit her lip. She would feel a tad bad to see she woke up Shaggy. This time of year the sun hadn't risen yet. It was only 4:00. And Shaggy had been sleeping exhaustedly since seven last night. Velma let him lay there a bit before presuming typing.

'-atory'

She looked up and paused to see if she could hear him shift. No movement except for the quiet singing of instruments as Dorothy gawked at what her world had become. Regardless, other then that it was quiet for three more seconds before the defiant springs creaked at Shaggy's movements. Which this time didn't soothe; because now he was sitting up. He stretched and moaned out a long yet subtle yawn then turned to face Velma, who was still a few feet away. He waved hey before bending his arms and stretching as he leaned backwards to crack his spine. Despite it being dark, Velma could see everything quite decently as she witnessed his chest barely covered by a wrinkled wife beater. Hair poking out on his chest and arms as she felt uneasy and focused her energy on her screen yet just cause she felt uneasy, she acknowledged that looking didn't feel entirely wrong either.

"Did I wake you?" Velma asked as she pretended as if she never peaked over her screen. "Nah, I've been up for an hour." he sighed. "I love this movie. S'why I didn't feel like drifting off..." He admitted as he pushed the blanket off him and carefully walked around Scooby. He was wearing pajama bottoms that had a tartan red pattern. Very loose and relaxed, extremely fitting for the hipster stoner. He sat himself besides Velma and peaked at her screen while sitting criss cross applesauce like a preschooler. "So what cha workin on?" He asked in some dialect he usually talked in. "Somethin to help th com-" Velma paused and corrected herself. "SomeTHING to help THE community," Shaggy snorted. "What are we gonna do with the movie theater?" Shaggy asked. "Perhaps a storage room. Why?" Velma responded. "Well I just think if generations are going to be thriving here children should know recorded history in our media," Shaggy commented surprisingly intellectually sounding.

"All energy should be focused on the greater good till we got all of Albany under our control, Norville. Leisure is a thing that can wait,"

Shaggy couldn't believe what he heard. "Energy?" He asked. Velma faced him and met eye contact. She gestured towards her screen and explained herself. "Spare time is a thing of the past simply put, its harsh, but its how the world is just gonna have to work now," she laid her arms down on her lap and shrugged her shoulders. Shaggy however was far from nonchalant. "What about the joys in life? Surviving solely isn't living at all..." Shaggy started. Velma was about to continue but was unknowingly interrupted before she began. "What about laughter, love, and connection? Sex, freedom, and room to breathe?" He added slightly louder as he raised his hands and motioned them open. However Velma caught herself more in thought as to what the point of sex will be. "Speaking of which maybe we should keep condoms in supply till we have proper barricades. Maybe we should find a way to make more somehow in the future to keep aids at bay. But what if a woman gets herself pregnant and doesn't want to be? Should abortion be abolished until we grow more...?" Velma put a hand on her chin as she hunched over. Shaggy noticed how she missed the point as he furrowed his brow. Gazing upon her profile till he saw just how messy she looked.

Velma was wearing pajamas, but it was hard to tell if she had ever even gotten any sleep last night. Her hair was a mess and the bags under her eyes looked darker then normal. Shaggy understood why Velma was in this mindset. She was stressed. That had to be it! There's no way she could oppose the leisurely moments and deny that to any human who made it to the mall. But no way was he just gonna tell her to go to bed or attempt to seduce her into sleeping with him (as he knew her well enough to know his advancements would earn a hard smack across his jaw), instead he was gonna have to prove his point while getting her to tucker out and hopefully get some rest.

"How about-since niether of us can seem to fall asleep it seems-we go out and take a look at the full mall itself and dictate if we have enough space to build something fun to do?" He questioned this as Velma looked confused. "If you keep someone trapped for long enough in one space, they're gonna go crazy, Velm. We have to have something fun to do. Or else people are gonna kill each other!" Shaggy exclaimed. Velma put a finger to his mouth as his eyes crossed to stare at it. "Slippery slope fallacy, Shag. Your argument failed." She teased, but kept her soulless seeming attitude that looked as though she probably wasn't kidding.

She however was just thinking in reality. Her mind racing as she was trying to dictate if exploring the mall were a good idea. She could get a closer look at the shops and assets. Perhaps they would find non perishables to keep for later? Maybe find a more suitable furniture store so that Daisy wasn't sleeping on a model hammock and Cliffy wasn't in a top bunk bed, leaving Daphne and Fred sharing a bed way too far from the rest of the group? Perhaps some more gear could be used for the elements...? Snow boots? Umbrellas? Coats? It was a legitimate sounding idea. So Velma removed her finger from Shaggy's lips and sighed.

"Alright, we can explore together. But we can't wander too far and you're taking your gun with you." she whispered. "Now go get dressed."

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