ACTION for GENESSIA CITY: THE COMMONS

[spaceroach]

[Or, specifically, inside the walls of the commons, occasionally visible in whatever apartment he's managed to scuttle into.

Yes, while Zim could, technically, get a perfectly good job as an engineer (technically) and make more than enough money for an apartment of his own, there's at least three barriers between himself and that sweet, sweet science money.

One: He's very dumb.

Two: Because he's very dumb, he's decided the easiest option here is, clearly, living inside the fucking walls of the commons and stealing shit to stay alive.

And three: The whole... technically not... an adult thing. Neither technically being one or being seen as one and really there's only so many times you can be asked by the receptionist at every institute you show up in where your parents are before you decide everyone is stupid except you, and moving off the grid.

... Technically moving off the grid. Does it count as moving off the grid when you're just stealing shit? Whatever.

Regardless, some poor fucks are going to be encountering a rather jarring scene in their kitchens today inside the commons, as Zim has invited himself in via any means necessary to steal all their shit.

TL;DR: Enjoy a three foot tall bug-man raiding your pantry and fridge.]

Comments

[petergraham]

[Hearing a noise inside, Peter very cautiously turns a corner to see the strange sight. He's partially relieved it wasn't something else... but then... what is it? Then it strikes him how weird this being looks and he just stares in shock.]

[spaceroach]

[Well... The prolonged silence just means it takes Zim a few solid minutes longer to notice there's anyone there, openly chugging chocolate syrup from the bottle as he stuffs a bottle of maple syrup into his pak.

Frankly, the only reason he even seems to notice Peter standing there is mere happenstance.

He turns the hell around to leave with all his ill gotten sugary gains and of course, immediately spots Peter.

And.

Well.]

... YOU HAVE SEEN NOTHING, DIRT MONKEY!!!

[Prepare to duck, because this shitty little space baby just hurled a gallon of milk like Babe Ruth at the world championship.]

[petergraham]

[Peter's eyes widen as he sees the milk coming his way and moves a little too late as it clips him on the side of the arm. He winces and clutches it.]

H-hey.... What are you doing in my room? What are you?

[spaceroach]

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

[Were things not freaky enough? Was this a little too normal? Don't worry, we're about to fix that, as the pak lets out a pneumatic hiss, and four long, spindly metal spider legs slide out, Zim clambering out of the fridge and using them to reach for the drop ceiling that he used to get in here.]

If you tell anyone you saw me I'll... I don't know, I'll come back put worms in your brain.

Keep your mouth shut!

[petergraham]

[Staggering back with a yelp, Peter looks suitably frightened. This must be another nightmare, he tells himself, shaking his head. It's possible that this action may be taken the wrong way, as if to say: no, he wasn't going to keep quiet about it.]

[jengas]

[ Vax isn't sure what he expects upon returning to his room in the commons, but let's take a wild guess and say that it's definitely not a green-skinned child-thing raiding the fridge that uh, honestly? Doesn't have much in it, save for whatever comes with the apartment upon arrival.

Perpetually in stealth mode, he doesn't make a sound as he enters though; and lingers just in the doorway, watching, before he finally speaks. ]

What the hell are you doing, kid?

[spaceroach]

Ugh there's nothing even in here!

[As if this offends him that some stranger in this apartment complex could possibly fail to have anything good to steal.

... It does offended him. He's livid, really. There's really nothing fucking good in here at all that Zim cares about, a few useless bottles of off brand condiments scattered all over the floor, Zim literally inside the goddamn fridge as he shakes a bag of mixed veggies like it was the neck of some reviled nemesis.]

Who even eats this crap? Is it so much to ask that someone here have actually good fo-

[oh shit

oh no.

oh no he fucked up, there's someone here. Zim only freezes in absolute mortified panic for a split second, before with a SHRIEK, he whips around, a jar of mayo in hand]

YOUR COLD AND FROZEN FOOD CONTAINMENT UNIT IS ZIM'S, FILTHY EARTH BEAST!