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Hey folks, real life is getting real unruly real quick, so I'm sad to say but I gotta withdraw from this RP.

Thanks for having me, and I hope that everyone has a great time!
Find someone who loves you like Kurt loves dinosaurs.
Kurt Nichols - Wednesday Afternoon - Old Sol Museum


Kurt couldn't help but have a spring in his step as he headed towards DinoSol. When he was little, Kurt had an almost obsessive love of the giant lizards. Bed sheets, toys, books, clothes, movies: if it even tangentially related to dinosaurs Kurt had to do everything in his power to get his grubby child hands on it. Until late high school Kurt fully intended to be a paleontologist, but the cost of college and dire job prospects caused that dream to come crashing down. However none of that mattered now. Now he felt that childlike wonder welling up inside him as he approached the entrance to the exhibit. "DINOSOL - WHERE PAST MEETS PRESENT" decorated a large archway leading into a large domed room. Children and adults alike crowded around skeletons of theropod dinosaurs, with a large Allosaurus dominating the middle of the space. Kurt hypothesized that the room must have been a planetarium at some point in the past, with the large dome that once allowed room for model planets now housing the bones of long-dead giant lizards. Kurt couldn't help but walk around in slack-jawed awe at the exhibit. The museum boasted several nearly complete skeletons of small dinosaurs: a velociraptor with a lengthy description of how the raptors from Jurassic Park looked nothing like their real-world counterparts, a protoceratops guarding it's nest of fossilized eggs against an oviraptor, and even more exhibits ranging from Tyrannosaurus teeth you could hold to plesiosaurs hanging from the ceiling in a facsimile of swimming. All of this was only the entry room, the exhibit snaked through a majority of the rear half of the East Wing. Kurt was in heaven and set off to get his fill of big ol' lizards.

Kurt spent nearly an hour and a half milling around DinoSol. For a fleeting moment he was a child again, running around full of awe and excitement. For a fleeting moment he forgot about work, about rent, about still not finding a solid friend group in Sol, about the dull ache in his heart that has been consistent since his mother passed. However as he walked away from the remains of towering beasts he felt these thoughts and feelings beginning to creep back in. Kurt, however, found another way to keep these feelings away. The Old Sol Museum Gift Shop. After checking the time he began to mill around the postcards, snow globes, model planes, and other museum accoutrement. That's when Kurt spotted him. He was sitting near the back, in the "buy it before it's gone" section. Kurt thought he was perfect in every way, dumbfounded that anyone had let such a specimen stay unclaimed for so long. Kurt simply had to had him.

It was a plush of Kurt's favorite dinosaur: the therizinosaurus. These large theropod dinosaurs where herbivorous, and used their large sickle shaped claws for both protection and maneuvering plant matter closer to what Kurt affectionately referred to as "their big dumb face". Kurt slowly made his way towards his prize, pretending to look at various other wares along the way. It was all a ruse though, as his one goal was the stuffed dinosaur. After what seemed like an eternity Kurt had the plush in his hands and made a bee-line for the check outs. He quickly paid the casheer, placed the stuffed dinosaur into a bag, and headed out of the museum.

After exiting Kurt realized that he still had a majority of the evening to enjoy for himself. Getting off work early was powerful magic indeed. Once again the feeling of having no clue what to do set in as Kurt felt the near infinite possibilities stretch before him. "I could grab a cup of coffee...", Kurt mused to himself, "Nah, coffee doesn't sound good. And besides, I get paid to sit around and drink coffee at work, why would I wanna do it in my free time?" Kurt felt the weight of his yet-to-be-named plush dinosaur in the bag that hung loosely from his hand. That's when it hit him: why should his nostalgia trip stop here? Kurt had heard of an arcade near by. An honest to God arcade. He hadn't been to one since the one near his hometown closed in elementary school. With the rest of his evening planned and a smile spreading across his face, Kurt set off towards the Nova Wave Arcade.
First post is up!

Kurt gonna look at them big ol' lizard bones.
Wednesday Morning


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Kurt absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the counter that he manned. The book store he had been working at since arriving in Sol City wasn't particularly busy. It specialized in used books, but also rented out used textbooks for the students at the university. Even then though, Kurt wondered how the place managed to turn a profit. His eyes drifted lazily from shelf to shelf: various novels of an even wider range in quality, a large stock of non-fiction works, and a meager collection of textbook. With a small sigh he walked out from behind the counter and picked up today's paper from the small reading area that the store offered. Kurt skimmed the paper, not so much reading as merely occupying time. There was a baby rhino at the zoo. "Oh...look at that little guy..." he muttered at the snapshot of the infant rhino. The zoo was even holding a contest to name the new rhino. "Doesn't that just warm the cockles of your heart."

The rest of the morning and early evening was just as uneventful. An elderly woman came in and donated some romance novels, and a student from the university came in and turned in a textbook that had rented earlier in the semester. Beyond these there was the occasional person who would walk in, quietly browse the shelves without giving Kurt so much as a second glance. He didn't mind though. His job was incredibly peaceful and he appreciated it. The years working as a case manager didn't help with his anxiety and his mother's passing only worsened it further. Since coming to Sol City he had felt at ease for the first time in years. The weather, the people, the businesses. It was everything he craved while in the middle of nowhere. He smiled from behind the counter, grateful for the situation he found himself in.

Wednesday Afternoon


With a text from the book shop's owner Kurt was allowed to close the shop several hours early. The shop was situated on the very far end of Light Lane, what Kurt jokingly referred to "Just a Lane" as the nicer shops and the ornate lighting ended roughly a block before where the small book store was located. With the early closing Kurt would have some free time to.....some time to.....to... Kurt stopped in his tracks, right in the middle of the sidewalk. He hadn't been free this early in the afternoon in what felt like ages. Normally it was late enough that by the time he walked the length of Light Lane the city's bustling night life was in full effect. But today he could savor parts of the city that he normally couldn't. All of the places that normally had their doors closed so their employees could enjoy their own slice of Sol City's night life. Kurt did a quick mental checklist of the things in town that he hadn't quite made it out to yet. Finally he settled on finally making the pilgrimage to the Old Sol Museum. He hustled to a bus stop and eager awaited the beginning of his day trip.

The bus let Kurt off almost directly in front of the museum. He was immediately in awe of the building in front of him. The building's golden dome gleamed in the afternoon light, and the bright colors seemed to glow with a life of their own. Two men in historical uniforms stood "guard" on either side of a tall iron fence. A few people milled about taking photos of the building, and entering the exiting the building. According to the schedule that Kurt found online he still had a few hours before the museum closed. He walked up the sidewalk towards the entrance, still in awe of the building before him. When he entered the building he was immediately greeted by the skeleton of a large sauropod dinosaur. A tour guide, who seemed to be about Kurt's age addressed a group of school-aged children nearby. "As I'm sure you noticed when you came in, the main hall of our museum is the home to our very own Diplodocus skeleton! Not just any skeleton though. This is a replica of Dippy, who used to be in the main hall of the London Natural History Museum. That museum moved Dippy a bit further into their building, but we think that our Dippy belongs right here! That way she can greet everyone who visits the Old Sol Museum! You can see more dinos like Dippy in the DinoSol exhibit, in the rear East wing." Kurt stood away from the tour group, not wanting to make his eavesdropping obvious. He had intended on looking at exhibits that pertained to local history, but a sense of child-like wonder told him that the dinosaur skeletons should be his first stop. After taking in Dippy for a few more seconds, he set off towards DinoSol.
I'm stoked to see the IC is up! I'm also kinda swamped with the holiday weekend here in the states, plus my youngest bro's birthday. I'll definitely have a post up by Monday night, Tuesday morning at the latest.

Hello!

I sent a PM to @PrinceAlexus yesterday asking if the RP was full, but would like to show my interest in a more official capacity. Even brought a character for consideration!

Thanks!


In case anyone needed any clarification, the RP is officially dead.

I had a really good time with everyone, feel free to contact me here any time.

Hope life treats everyone well.
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