Who are you and what have your planet's people done with the real Shen?

[nomen_est_numen]

[action]

[Anyone who's known Shen for more than, oh, say, thirty seconds, would never expect to see him doing what he's doing, now.

He's in a perfume store. That isn't the strange bit. The strange bit is that he's assembling shelves. He's been sweeping and assembling shelves and re-stocking merchandise all day. Y'see, someone spotted that that giant bird EVO was him--kind of hard not to, with that colour scheme--and called him out on it. And he agreed to fix whatever he could fix.

One might wonder if he's feeling well or got another blow to the head or if someone's holding his feather-conditioning powder hostage.

One could ask...]

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[nomen_est_numen]

Why, d'you honestly think you have sufficient imagination to freestyle this sort of thing? Or d'you plan to let the numbers do the talking for you?

[trustycrowbar]

[His lunch is well and truly forgotten by now. He leans back again, crossing an ankle over a knee.]

Welp, you got me! That's the whole extent of my plan! It'll be the two of us, murmuring equations at each other over candlelight.

[nomen_est_numen]

I'm just going to assume that that's exactly what you're going to do and proceed on my merry way toward winn--

"Ey! EY! Monsieur le Paon!"

[Shen breaks off in mid-sentence, beak open, feather-finger in the air. He turns to regard the small, irate Frenchwoman stomping across the ruined street]

Madam, you are interrupting an important exchange! There are dire things at stake heeeaaaaaagh...

[This last occurs because she reaches out and grabs his feather crest, pulling him back toward the shop.]

"Oiseau paresseux! You 'ave feeneesh when I say you 'ave feeneesh! You can argeu over le fille later!"

[Shen makes a definite 'this isn't over' gesture at Gordon before he's pulled back into the building.]

[trustycrowbar]

[He watches the exchange, and snickers before he calls after the retreating peacock.]

--don't worry, Shen! We'll continue this later! Hell, drop enough boxes of perfume on your head and YOU MIGHT EVEN GET A CLUE!

[Then he sits back... and starts on a long meandering path in figuring out just what the hell he's gotten himself into.]