fandomtownies | The streets of Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

Admittedly, the first thing Roland thought when he saw the gun vending machines was "ugh, America."

He wasn't proud.

Now that it was obvious that this wasn't, in fact, a second amendment rights thing, but rather something to do with the folks who took over Mooby and managed to make it slightly more sketchy in the process, he felt both better and worse about what was going on in his little adopted town. On the one hand, the federal government of the country he was currently living in wasn't authorizing deadly weapons on sale via automated machine in a town full of teenagers. On the other, some faceless corporate entity that liked to call itself "Handsome Jack" and sounded remarkably slimy and dark on the radio was authorizing deadly weapons on sale via automated machine in a town full of teenagers, and the only thing worse than government bureaucracy run amuck was a faceless corporation run amuck.

Hence the sixties era protest music he'd chosen for today's busking. Though he was steering as clear as he could from the spots around town where the automated purchases of deadly weapons were happening. Just in case.

[ooc: as open as can be]