God, how he loved perusing the ruins of this bygone era. To witness firsthand the myriad ghosts of a former age never ceased to arouse a childlike curiosity in him that very rarely extended itself to such an aged soul as he. What the hell was this thing for? How do you work this colorful contraption? Oh, what a fun little bauble...would that I knew what it was!

Vyvyxx delighted to allow himself this small vacation from the unforgiving wastes every so often. His former tribe would have been bursting at the seams with derision should they have seen him here, giggling like a child at this and that, old as he was, thoroughly amused by the sheer whimsy of it all. By and large, he limited his existence to the "in-between", those wide stretches of voided earth that held little to no trace of their former inhabitants, or in some rare cases had never been inhabited at all. But his search for water had led him here, and he was content to revel in this brief recess from the wilderness for a while. 

Certainly no water was to be found here, one would be remiss not to mention. Or at least none clean. And a significant portion of his better judgement had told him as such from the very outset of his impromptu exploration. But he was never one to shy away from a diversion from his less-than-desirable lifestyle, and he found himself bound by the spectacle of it all; certainly he had done so before, and without doubt would do so again. 

Content that he had unraveled all the mysteries of one particular household (if household it may have been), he placed the shiny, spinning, colorful whatever-the-fuck back on the shelf where he had found it, and ventured once more out into the empty street. Whistling a jaunty tune he had forged and perfected though his decades in the ash, he continued down the avenue, tapping his staff in time, as he often did. His intent had been to continue his journey through the city and plunge himself headlong into the wastes once more; he had his fill of revelry, and it was time to live again. Just before the outskirts of the town, however, a large, brightly painted sign caught his eye. It was a sign he had become very acquainted with in his wanderings, and a sign he had learned he couldn't resist:

[i][b]HALF PRICE BOOKS[/b][/i].

"Well," he chuckled aloud to himself. "A sight for sore eyes indeed. What fresh knowledge have you in store for me today, old friend?"

He ambled casually over to the door way, and was overtaken by a deep sigh. Perhaps he could find water soon, but for now, he had lessons to learn, worlds in which to live that were not his own, and places to see that even had he been alive 200 years earlier would not have held on to their beauty such as those rare, untouched by plague volumes portrayed.

He smiled to himself, opening the door. In a jest he intended purely for his own satisfaction, he called into the dark space:

"Anybody home?"