. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ lay your weary feet to rest ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

you have been cruising through the vast expanse of space for what feels like an eternity. far off in the distance, tucked away amongst the stars, you can see a tiny blue dot. it grows with your approach, and you can discern a little detail... it seems to be some kind of space station? it looks empty, but that's nothing new this far out.
either way you could use some fresh recirculated air, and your legs could use a stretch.

you moor your craft to the only dock that actually seems to be working. stepping out onto the landing bay you notice a short green creature running towards you...

"welcome to the stupitorium!" it says. "that's a word i made up! it's kind of like an emporium, but for stupid things. since most of the stuff i make is stupid, i thought it would make sense to call this place the stupitorium! you can find the stupid stuff here! at the stupitorium!"

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ about me ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

"you can call me seejie, ceegee, cali, or anything really (as long as it's not rude!)
i'm a 24yr old space thing! i make a whole load of stuff, all of which i dare to call art."

the strange creature punches you in the gut.

"i use they/them pronouns!"

reeling from the blow, you look up - the creature is smiling. kind of cute, actually!

"i was born on a small planetoid far beyond any documented sectors.
it was called the yookae if i recall correctly. it's been an awful long time since i called that dirty little rock my home, though. you see, on my 18th birthday (that's 1800 in earth-years) they blasted me out of a cannon for being... obnoxious or something?
i wasn't really paying attention.
regardless, i was sent hurtling through the void at break-neck speeds... see!"

the creature grabs at its head with two weird little hands and proceeds to twist it around and around and around and around and around...

"anyway, that's how i found this place! not from having my neck broken by the force of being launched out of a cannon, i meant what i was talking about before, about flying through space. i think this used to be a gas station or a bodega or something. it looked pretty deserted, and my mouth was getting pretty dry, so i thought i might as well drop anchor and set up shop!"

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ navigation ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

the creature gently takes your hand and ushers you inside...

"nice and warm in here, huh? well, as warm as you can be in space... i'm actually gonna go put on a sweater. feel free to look around on your own, though!
¡mi gasolinera es tu gasolinera!"

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ scroll up, dumbass ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.