{ Promotion Mission } Babysitting

[Zoobey]

Thankfully, Aisle B was almost directly in front of the trainees as they entered Super Mart, not one, but several people in shopping carts passing by, stopping for a second to boggle at the trainees, and then continue onwards. A couple of them took photos from their phones, sniggering.

And even more thankfully, Aisle B, row three was really not too far of a stretch of imagination off, just exactly halfway between baby products and masculine shaving cream. It read: Feminine products.

Unfortunately, that was only the beginning of the trainer's ordeal. A burly middle-aged lady was stocking the shelves at that exactly location, covering pretty much all of row three. She was shoveling rows and rows of President's Choice Maxi Pads into a small crammed space, singing a rendition of God Knows What as she worked, back turned towards the trainees.

The second complication was this text:

 

[prolixity]

" ... yeah, but who do you have to ask?" Jordan inquired, likewise feeling his face reddening slightly. With his luck, it'd be someone cute. And already taken. All the more embarrassing. He shrugged a little in response to Marcus's apologetic look. Living in a house with his cousins - all female, all teenaged - had somewhat inured him to the occasional embarrassing female request. Somewhat. It was still something he'd avoided whenever possible.

He really, really doubted that the woman in the aisle was an agent. It was possible, but ... well. Sorry Marcus; he had nothing to add that would make this task any more palatable.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

"Oh." Reading between the lines was such a b***h sometimes. "Uh, good to know Marc."

Now the only question was if they had all the sizes available, however asking Marcus about that was not going to happen. One awkward moments of sharing info per mission please. he was however glad that since it was Marcus's mission, he had to ask for the ..... Extra heavy stuff.

And the chucking scoff that he let out was not properly covered up by his giant hand. "Yeah, he's been getting horrible cramps as of late."

Even if it was a mission, the boxer still looked around the aisle of pads and tampons, the scent was atrocious in bulk, but even more important was trying to find the security cameras in the place, just in case that grab and go scenario had to be used.  

[Zoobey]

Finally, halfway between lyrics that sounded similar to "Baby, baby baby, oh", the lady turned around, a box still in one hand, and stared at the three men. Three men wearing the most atrocious, dated white coats ever - oh well, beggars could not be choosers, and cute-looking men were rather cute. Unless they were of course, gay, which was really not a far stretch of imagination: only gay men would actually consider buying or even touching feminine products from a super mart.

"Hun," she began, one hand on her hip, "You're going to have to specify. Extra heavy comfort what?"  

[Bloodlust Dante]

"HEY JORDAN, COME LOOK AT THIS AWESOME SHAVING GEL OVER HERE!"

Leon was so not going to bail marcus's a** out.  

[prolixity]

Marcus's pride was taking a severe beating. Jordan sympathized. This hurt just to listen to. "Hey, man, did she tell you what kind?" he asked Marcus. "I mean, I know she's a b***h and a half when she's uh - yeah, but ... maybe you better get both? Just a minute, Leon, you really want him to get bitched out when he gets home?" he yelled back. C'mon guys, pick up on it.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

that spoilsport. Who invited the voice of reason on this mission.

WAS THIS EVEN A MISSION?
It took leon a moment but he managed to control his laughter in the wee hours of the morning and wandered back over to the duo and patted the swordsman's back. "Alright alright, sorry." and after another short chuckle it was Leon's serious face time.

:'|

now that the stockperson wasn't singing some horrible prepubescent tune, they were finally able to start to pick her brain. "You mean there's more than one item that has the phrase 'Extra heavy comfort' in front of it?"

Who would send a guy to buy these things when there were girls available who knew more about this?

Apparently Julie.  

[Zoobey]

At this point the three of them were causing enough ruckus to attract quite a number of additional visitors, several of them entirely just morbidly curious.

The lady however, did not seem to notice the additional attraction and simply gave a sage nod. "Oh I see, Julie is it?" Did she know her? Did she not know her? "Well, since you men are so cute I'll see what I can do." She hummed, she hawwed, and finally pulled out the largest package she could find. It had to have at least five thousand pads in there: both her burly arms around the exterior could not even contain its extra heavy comfort goodies inside. Well, at least they were guaranteed to be extra heavy comfort, as written in bright red letters on a smiling cheerful background of some lady's face: "JOHNSON'S EXTRA HEAVY COMFORT MAXI PADS, GUARANTEED TO LAST".

And with a thump, she dropped the entire package right in front of Marcus.  

[prolixity]

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Ferros was laughing hysterically. Jordan stared at the box with dismay. "I didn't know they made boxes in this kind of quantity," he muttered. Right, focus on the trivialities to avoid thinking about what they were about to have to do. He was pretty sure his face was about the same color as his hair right now.

All right, stoneface time. He took one corner of the box with as much dignity as he could muster.

At least they were all in good shape for running for it.

Wait a minute. "You know," he said under his breath. "One of us could go get his wallet."  

[Bloodlust Dante]

This......thing

It was not two bags worth. that had to be something akin to a lifetime supply. Or would that be a up to menopause supply? Whatever, big pack was big. Leon just stoop there agape at the size of the container, there was no way in hell that the average sized female could even carry such a thing, but the product was for them. It just didn't make sense to the boxer turned feminine product errandboy.

"Dude, this is a horrible idea." he said in the middle of their powwow and hissed back at the supposed leader. "We are going to be running out with a box of pads, you realize this, right?" not to mention take it back to the compound from the lighthouse. "3 guys, 1 giant period pad container." he said, waving the fingers in the hunters face.

Poor Jordan, he was turning into a tomato at the sight of it. "Swear to everything holy, if one of you two fall, I'm not turning back."