OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: 8/21-8/23 daytime
Location: Outside a civilian residential apt building
Characters: BIG SPENDERS or anyone really just tag your butts in and go to town
Summary: Yard saaaale. In the street. Because what is a yard in the future.
Warnings: Blood spilled over ShamWow??


What had begun as the idea of two became the realization of at least seven — all landlord approved and with nods of approval from neighboring apartment buildings. It didn't even take up a full block, but it was full enough to attract attention of passers-by on the morning hustle to work, saddling them up with something worth spreading to others along the grapevine throughout the day.

Mostly clothes and household items easily given up, but here and there a few gems. A would-be Initiative member had no need for old board games or a guitar or two, and there would be no time to take care of a pet, even one so curious and darling as Blinky. Now and then, its soon-to-be-ex-owner cast a sorrowful glance its way, only to get a slow, out-of-synch blink in response.

Oh, Blinky.

Parting woes aside, business wasn't bad! With the shabby state of affairs in Exsilium, the chance for something new, even a hand-me-down, always sparked interest. And with so many strange, new recruits, there was bound to be someone curious enough to drop down the cash for the most absorbent fabric ever made (those Germans made good stuff)...

And so, after the work buses left the area, the tables went up and the wares were put out until the workday would come to a close and force the tables out of the street. Someone was bound to score something worthwhile in that time over those three days...!


REFERENCE: Stuff for sale

Comments

fang! open, all over the place! (also, a+++ for the mean girls quote)

[transgressed]

[In the days where Gran Pulse had been rich, teeming with wildlife and people, there had been market days like this in the bigger cities, the merchants calling out the names of their wares in sing-song voices, high and harmonious. Those days, the people had been skilled at haggling, and although this yard sale as Fang had been told it was, was a poor substitute, a ghost of those days, she had to admit that the folks selling were giving it their all.

It's almost a little too noisy. Her time in crystal sleep has left her a little more sluggish than usual, somewhere caught between dream and awake, and she hasn't shaken off the grogginess just yet. But she imagines it'll pass, in time. She's stopped to look at the glass trinkets, and taps one of the light catchers, smiling at the tinkling sound of it.]

Looks like something Vanille might like.

[There's a loud, warbling cry consisting of only the word "Shamwow!" and her head tilts in that direction. It's exorbitantly priced, for what looks like a piece of blue cloth. She knows better than to equate price with value, but she's curious, and so she heads that way. The light catchers will have to wait, it seems.]

[fortissimos]

[ Sayaka's looking at the glass things in much the same way when the cry goes up - there's enough of the light catchers that she isn't too worried about missing out, so curiosity wins and she heads towards the unassuming blue cloth. After a minute of just staring skeptically, she realizes there's someone standing next to her, and turns to question Fang to confirm she's really seeing this. ]

It's just a piece of cloth, right? [ What is being subtle. ] Do they seriously think someone's gonna pay that much for it?

[ Little do they know... ]

kyouko, open

[invocation]

[Kyouko was not, perhaps, the most conscientious with her money (there was food to buy, after all), but she's got enough left over to head to this yard sale. It's a piss poor yard sale, as far as she's concerned, but she supposes in a post-apocalyptic dystopia, beggars can't be choosers.

It was something to do at least, and even in sparse sales, there were bargains to be found. She's doing her best imitation of teenage street punk today: hands stuffed in the pockets of her hoodie, the hood pulled over her head. The effect is somewhat ruined by the pocky stick in her mouth, but details.

She's poking around near the clothing out of idle interest, in the dim hope she might be able to find another hoodie. The one she's wearing will only last so long.]

[pantyraid]

[ It got kind of annoying, wearing such flashy clothes all the time - but since Trucy had arrived, she hadn't been able to buy anything new and nice. As such, she'd been running around in her gaudy, over the top magician's outfit. Which she really didn't mind so much, but considering she was going to start performing soon, it was vital to find some civvies to Clark Kent in.

Still, Trucy had an eye for the histrionic clothing. She holds up a fuchsia cardigan with tiny bears on it, turning to the nearest person - a rather grungy looking.. girl? around her age. ]

Hey! What do you think about this?

trucy, open!

[pantyraid]

[ Garage sales were vital to magicians! Or at least, they were to Trucy. She was constantly trying to find new, innovative ways to do what she does. In truth, magic tricks could be kind of repetitive. At least, the easy stuff was. So flashy ways to present the same, hashed trick over and over were necessary.

She's not exactly rich yet, though, so here she is over at the junk table. And this was already a junk sale, so we're talking about some serious compost pile trash. One man's trash is another magician's prop, they always say! She would just have to steer clear of the ShamWow table, no matter how magical she heard it was, it wasn't worth losing her life.. ]

Hmm.. I wonder if I could get a frozen chicken to fit in this toaster..

[eyecontact]

[the comment was so odd, Jericho can't help but glance over his shoulder and look for the source.

the source was...a magician? or a really big fan of one...

he blinks, instantly curious and abandoning his (as far as he's concerned) futile search.]

sayaka, open

[fortissimos]

[ Sayaka doesn't have any real reason to be here, but when the alternatives are the same things she's been doing for weeks now (training, more training, and sitting in her apartment) somehow a yard sale manages to seem pretty inviting. The expensive stuff is well out of her reach right now, even if she hasn't been spending a whole lot of money, but there's no harm in checking things out.

She can be generally be found looking at lightcatchers, browsing through the clothing, or side-eyeing the hell out of (and later having a staring contest with) poor Blinky. Apparently she can't get her head around the fact there's a three-eyed fish, even with all the other weird things that have happened so far. ]

[bittertears]

Ah, Miss Sayaka. Come to see what's being sold today?

[Alice notices the other is already looking at something else, so naturally, she decides to look as well!]

What is it that's managed to catch your attention so-

[and then she sees Blinky.]

Oh.

Party crasher Chloe, totally open and judging you.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Something about the words 'garage sale' paints the image in Chloe's head of a lovely little suburban town with white picket fences and cheery neighbors selling off the sort of dull, worn out goods that no one in their right mind would let live another wretched, mothball infested day. It's the sort of image that makes her nose crinkle in disgust-- not entirely for the picture-perfect childhood she lacked, but more the idea of buying anyone's trash when there's always the option of just taking it instead. (Or even waiting a month or so until they drop it off on the street corner with the rest of the stuff they're so desperate to forget.)

It's all a bit too naive, a bit too absurd for her tastes.

Still, in a city like this it's no wonder people will take what they can get. And Chloe, ever the opportunist, is here to take what she can get. Not money, or a new coffee table decoration, but information in all its splendid, numerous forms.

She's set herself up a cozy little spot just at the edge of things with a hot cup of coffee and her netbook, but anyone with a well-trained eye not entirely fixated on the various trinkets set out for sale can see she's not really sitting around, browsing the newsfeed.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Oh, hey, it's that woman from that post he made where he was totally losing his fucking mind! Well, she had said to let her know how it went ... He approaches her, dressed again in his suit and gloves rather than the armor she saw on the video feed. He pulls down his sunglasses slightly as he speaks.]

Nothing of interest, my lady?

Castiel, open to all!

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel is turning an iPad in his hands, frowning at the tablet as he experiments his way toward understanding the device. This isn't the first time he's handled an unfamiliar piece of technology, and he cradles the thing like it's made of blown glass. Eventually, he gets the hang of it, slender fingers sweeping across the screen as he navigates the network.

Hmm. Sam might find something as portable as this tablet very useful. ]

YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, REMEMBER

[implying]

[ Castiel might not have been looking for company, but company has arrived! Actually, company had a mild heart attack spotting Castiel from across a field of hideous knicknacks, and had promptly begun a hurried stride to make it over to him. When he arrives, slipping in from the side, it's with a wide, broad smile, and one arm slides familiarly around Castiel's waist.

Because that's what you do to say hello to someone you've never met before, right? ]

You look quite good clean shaven, my dear!

Koltira Deathweaver, open

[deadelfwalking]

[As a consequence of having no physical needs or desires outside of alcohol, Koltira has plenty of money.

He's spent the last several days chopping down trees in the forest, and it took him about that long to realize that he has no hammers, nails, or basically any other tool required to actually make use of that lumber. Besides which, he needs some more clothes that aren't plate armor forged from the blood of the old gods.

He'll be wandering around throughout the sale, looking for these things and anything else that might look interesting when set upon a table in a remote log cabin. Presently he's riffling through the clothing racks, hoping to find something about on par with the suit he's currently wearing. Some new shades and a second pair of leather gloves would also be nice.

Muttering:]

There must be something of use in here.

[implying]

[ Wow, that is one decently dressed deathly looking guy. Vanadi can't help but be reminded of Bariyan! He spends a few seconds wondering if he has red eyes behind those sunglasses too, before sauntering over in time to catch that mutter. ]

There was a charming guitar back that way, if you're musically inclined. You look a bit like you might be, if you don't mind my saying!

Zelgadis, open

[hardbody]

[All he wants is that acoustic guitar, and he's going to get it. He hurries to the table it's sitting against once the shiny wood catches his eye, and immediately asks after the price. Gosh, that's steep. But maybe he can haggle a little bit.]

I can definitely help you around your house. I'm strong, see?

[he picks up the entire table of goods with one hand, then sets it back down gently.] --so. How about it?

[uncalled_for]

[The sight of someone picking up a whole table certainly can get a person's attention. Fiona was just walking by and about on her merry way when she sees the strength display.

She'll stand from a small distance and watch a bit more though. Because why in the world would you pick up a table at a market? What's more astounding is that no one bothered to stop the display.]

Alice Liddell, open to all

[bittertears]

[This was as good an opportunity as any to finally make use of the currency she'd been given. In fact, she'd already spotted out a few items she was willing to purchase! It was an unusual feeling, honestly, being able to spend so much on herself. But she would've been quite the fool indeed to have passed on such an opportunity.

Additional clothing went without saying, and she was also eyeing a lone kitchen knife.

No other kitchenware, just the knife.

In fact, she picked up it and ran her index finger along the edge, taking an awful long time with just looking and taking note of each detail.

Clothing and questionable interest in sharp objects was all well and good, but there was one more thing that had caught Alice's attention:

That tea set.]

[onemoredeath]

Not sharp enough.

[ He doesn't even need to run his finger along the edge to tell. Smiling a little, Takegami picked up another one of the knives, turning the blade slightly so the light catches along the blade. ]

This one too. I suppose they would do a decent enough job for some things but I cannot think of them as being good for real... meat.

[ That pause there was not because of the language differences. It was almost like he was going to say something else but then remembered there was an audience. Even if the audience is not as stable as the rest tried to be. ]

A pity, though the tea sets look decent.

OTA doggie toooooyyyyyyyy

[neveraskedforthis]

[ man those iPads are so last millenium

Even so, it's by far the most interesting item that's being offered right now; much more handy and convenient than those netbooks. Given his own... equipment, Adam has no use for the earpiece, and the glasses... yeah, no dice.

He's tempted to just retreat again after checking out the assorted goods--and getting himself an iPad and a couple ebooks, easily talking down the price somewhat, CASIE be praised--but this might be a good opportunity to find more cheap junk, and there...

Robot dog toy. When Adam takes it, turning it around in his own mechanical-but-gloved hands, someone quickly explains to him that it's so cheap because it's voice speaker is busted.

Which is perfect, actually. It's not something he's attempted to fix before, mostly working with clocks and the like, but it would definitely give him something to do. ]

[implying]

[ Hello Adam, did you call for one long, pointed beak of a nose sliding around your shoulder to check out that sweet robot dog? No? Well, here it is anyway, on the house. Vanadi's already grinning, mostly at how comically awful the thing is. ]

Oh, charming. Are you going to take it and give it a good home, my friend?

Ota blinky times

[itase]

[darcy poked around a bit, here and there. Until she saw what she had be called here for, the new cuddly animal in need of saving- and a dramatic renaming. Blinky.

She all but pressed her face against his little tank, here voice going up an octave as she started in with the baby talk tone.]

Helloooooo.

[fintastic]

[ Make that two faces pressed up against the tank. ]

Glub glub!

Fiona haggling for a toaster... [Open]

[uncalled_for]

[Fiona's been a stingy saver with her money thus far, because let's face it - what elf isn't. But why not take this opportunity? She'll be walking by the stalls casually until she passes by a toaster. She has no idea what it is so why not investigate, she'll be holding it and judging its weight.]

What's this piece do?

[Reasonable enough of a question. The seller seems mildly humored by the question and explains 'it toasts bread'.]

And that's it? That's a bit of a waste... How much is it then?

[The seller answers and Fiona snorts in response.]

I don't think so. How about a cheaper price?

[Boy, she is on a roll...]

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha's lingering because she's started to become one of those people who lurk. she's interested in knowing why this woman wants a toaster, of all things. for alisha, being in an alternate world still hasn't sunk in. another man's junk is another man's treasure, after all. she can't help but voice her curiosity. if anything, she'd expect people to buy stuff that would be of use in getting them out of here. ]

You're seriously going to spend money on a toaster?

open!!!

[healplz]

[ He's not sure that he's going to find anything of value here, and on top of that, the Church's creed of living a simple life with few possessions keeps reminding him that, no, he really doesn't need that spatula, and hold his horses, he already has a tea pot.

So mostly he wanders to look, now and then being jostled in the crowd. Each person, whether they acknowledge him or not, leaves with a revitalizing blessing from Ashraf, because he may as well be useful somehow today, right? ]

stealth -1 check

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan is actually not certain how he wound up here.

He'd spent the last few days hanging out in the subway tunnels again, trying to dig through one of the blocked-off branches. He'd gotten through. He'd emerged about two blocks away from quite a busy crowd and felt obligated to at least go and investigate. He's been investigating for about half an hour and still not certain what's going on.

But when he turns away from a table of cards to see Ashraf -- he can recognize those robes, even with the man's back turned to him -- he decides it's probably high time to leave again. He frowns, shoved his hands into his pockets, and starts to sidle past the priest. He just has to get past....

Unfortunately, someone jostles his shoulder, leading him to accidentally step on Ashraf's heel. Hard.

Bariyan swears. ]

open!

[implying]

[ There's something really very wrong about the human design aesthetic. Vanadi eyes a painting of what appears to be a sick goat with something that falls just short of horror, and hurries on from it. True, there are certainly interesting things to be found here, but have humans never heard of mixing function with aesthetic design? Certainly the toaster fills its purpose, but where are the gently curving lines, the soft textures and colors?

Humans. Really.

Vanadi, short, masked, and covered from chin to toe in stylish clothing, pauses at a display of fancy plates. The downward curve of his mouth below the mask at least hints at displeasure, but the mask steals most of the vague abhorrence. How do people live like this? ]

[eyecontact]

[one more table without the thing he's looking for...

Jericho rounds the corner and starts down the next aisle and stops, blinking. he's not a stranger to identity-hiding masks and things, but...that's a pretty strange one! not strange-bad, but...strange!

without thinking, his head tilts to a side, curious.]

OPEN

[selfloyalty]

[Anora's no stranger to this sort of set-up, seeing as she did occasionally pay visits to Denerim's Market District both to keep up appearances for the public as well as to do some shopping on her own (she only trusted Erlina so much).

She's not exactly interested in many of the supplies (though a tea set does catch her eye and she contemplates going back for it). However, she's in desperate need for a new wardrobe.

There's a decent selection of clothing she finds on one table, and she's sifting through it. She's still in her noblewear, but perhaps she'll attempt to purchase something a bit more...informal.

Like pants.

It would help if she could find a suitable pair, seeing as she keeps accidentally picking up shorts that are far too short in confusion before placing them off to the side so as to not mix them up.]

OOC NOTE: ANORA'S WEAPON IS A NECKLACE (which she is wearing) THAT HELPS TO UP HER PERSUASION/COERCION. it works pretty well again npcs so she's basically really ace at haggling for really good prices. unfortunately she can't help with the non-negotiable items.

[onemoredeath]

And what would a lady be wanting with common clothing?

[ Takegami found this so very amusing. He wasn't one to actually buy too many things from a yard sale - though he always had an eye for jewelry - he did enjoy seeing what others were looking through. It was almost like getting an idea of their mentality, watching what draws them in and makes them look.

He flipped over a whole pile of pants and unearthed some more business-like clothing. ]

Unless you wish to look guady in them.

OPEN (Especially to the more gullible)

[gamblinman]

Nick had managed to find a good tailor within the city, someone who knew how to make a proper suit. Unfortunately, no matter how much smooth-talking he'd done, the shopkeeper had refused to accept the large wad of dollars that he'd had on his person when he'd been transported here.

The pittance the Initiative had given him wasn't nearly enough to cover buying anything decent, and the clothes at this sale were frankly horrifying. Time for him to make some money.

And since he had no interest in doing anything that could be considered work, he'd managed to procure a pack of playing cards and had set up shop on a nearby crate. Anybody passing by can see him shuffling the cards artfully, looking around him with interest.

Anyone up for gambling with one of Exsilium's most talented con-men?

Did somebody say gullible

[woahwoahawkward]

Alistair has just finished overpaying for an armful of Hawaiian shirts, speaking of horrifying clothing.

He doesn't actually have much money left from the amount he'd taken with him for the sale, but Nick doesn't need to know that just yet. He slides over to the crate with a raised eyebrow, watching Nick play with the cards.

"Is this a game of wits, or a game of chance?"

[bombsaway]

[holy shit.

this fish with three eyes. she must have this fish. there are other pretty neat things that may have parts she could use, but...a girl deserves a bit of indulgence in the odds and ends of this world, right?! right.

so she's just going to press her face against the glass and stare at it, blinking along with its out-of-sync blinking, entranced by its "totally weird weirdness!"]

Oooooooooh!

[eyecontact]

[there's a tapping on her shoulder not long after that awed sound, and a smiling, waving roommate behind it not a beat after.]

Open for whoever!

[draconic_historian]

[You definitely saw the new dragon land at some point, and you'd think forty feet of flying magical beast wouldn't be hard to keep track of, but he's just totally gone.

There IS, however, some guy looking around with a transport communicator sticking out of his pocket that you've never seen before. He looks faintly disappointed in the selection.]

[blondejokes]

Did you find anything good over here? [ Her arms are empty. She came late to the sale and nothing had really caught her eye yet. ]

open!

[ex_bandai157]

[ Barnaby isn't particularly interested in buying anything, but he ends up showing up just the same and can be found hanging back or, sometimes, investigating a particularly interesting knickknack or other ("interesting" by his own sometimes questionable taste, anyway). ]

[whatsupcroc]

Hey! Barnaby! Are you any good at growing things?

Noel || Open!

[toprotect]

[Nothing he'd experienced so far, not even the streets of Academia could have prepared him for something like this. Sure city streets were noisy, but this was a whole new level. Sure they had things something like this back when he was still too young to participate, but it was all handmade, the kind you would give your most precious family. They all pretty much were family, and they would trade things they made for things someone else made.

But this? This was nothing like that. Some things here looked pretty interesting, and there had to be some handmade things. At least the jewelry looked it...but none of it had the same care put into it.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to buy, though. The question was 'where to look first'. He figured he could start with the clothes. That was a safe place to start. Maybe.

Hopefully.]

[transgressed]

[Tribal clothing from Gran Pulse sticks out like a sore thumb, especially in this drab, colorless place, and Fang guess it has to be the new kid, Noel.

She doesn't know him, not in the sense that she knows Light and Hope and the others, even Serah, but he's all tangled up in their family now, so she figures they're going to get acquainted with one another sooner or later. Might as well be sooner.

She picks up a hideously loud Hawaiian style shirt from the pile of clothing, and holds it up, giving it and Noel a critical, assessing eye.] Brings out your eyes, don't it?

[It is totally a joke and not a Prada reference at all no...]

BATTLESHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ota

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Eridan's unimpressed(surprise surprise) with a lot of the stuff here. In fact, he doesn't even show a hint of interest for poor old blinky, only disdain. ALL THE DISDAIN. Except it doesn't really consist of much aside a quick passing glance that is, for a moment, a sneer.

BUT WAIT. What's this? He eyes a particular war-themed game involving battleships and all of a sudden he's curious. Real curious.

Then interested.

HE MUST HAVE IT.]

[eyecontact]

[with or without the box?

the lid of the box, in Jericho's hand, is settled over top of the toy, back where it was supposed to be. the picture of the thing seemed too weird to be real, so he wanted to have a peek...

he does a bit of a double-take, surprised, and steps away a step to give the more-interested party space. it's almost a triple-take when it clicks: another troll!

man, these guys are everywhere, aren't they?]

Aileen | Open~

[seamend]

[Aileen came down giving into curiosity to see... just what sort of things the humans here would have for sale. Its worth a smile to find out its not all that different from home, and while she passes right by the robot dog and clothing, the storage containers catch her eye.

Organizing is a certain hobby of hers, and while the worn plastics with their scratched and skewed walls aren't anything to write home about that's hardly a bother for her. Now, will they HOLD and LAST? That's a better question.

She sets her purse down and starts going through the containers in stacks.

...
Does she even have enough stuff to warrant buying a bunch of these?! Nope.
But boy is that not going to stop her.]

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha's been wandering around, looking at all the shit everyone seems to be interested in. a few things have caught her eye, but she's of the opinon that if she isn't going to be here for long she won't need any of this junk. that doesn't stop her from looking around, though.

and aileen catches her eye, going through the storage containers. she glances at one of them, wondering what she owns here that could fill one of these to the brim. the answer: she doesn't have enough. ]

Does anyone around here have enough stuff to fill one of these?

Futuristic moped, ahoy!

[studieswaitressing]

[People that know her won't strictly recognize her. Raven is browsing around the sale, looking for a deal -- but she figures that maybe they'll want to give a better deal to another local girl a better deal than a Transport.

She's sporting a sweet-faced brunette who's home with the flu today, but who might be feeling well enough to come out of the house for a short time to get the scooter she's been keeping her eye on for months now.

Raven's got it all worked out -- she's just going to say the girl sold it to her for a profit. Everybody wins, right?

Sure.

She walks over to the scooter, placing a small hand on it and then curling in on herself to cough.]

Jeeze, it sure is in good shape...

[aphrodisiacs]

Too bad it's not going to get us out of here.

[ she can't help but overhear raven's comment. it's probably one that was meant to be heard, but, either way, alisha's listening. she's usually not the person on alert and hyperaware, but being brought into a strange place has caused her to take on skills she'd rather leave for someone else.

alisha's lingering around, as she has for the entire day. she passed the scooter without much of a thought. it's not a car. she wants a car to drive her and simon the fuck out of here. a scooter isn't going to do. ]

Elissa Cousland | OPEN

[ladyspitfire]

[Elissa isn't interested in herself, not really. She has some clothes in her room, can easily access food (as she's discovered the joy of buffets) and she can't want for much else. Even her mabari hound at her side is more interested in sniffing around than anything that's there.]

Hey, stay close, you.

[He barks happily and trots along while she looks at some of the tables, stopping in front of the sun-catchers and admiring them. There's some jewelry there too, shiny things that she has to stop and look at.

They remind her of the small baubles she'd find and give to Leliana and Morrigan and it makes her smile wistfully.

Well, she knows what she's getting.]

[andhishat]

[Over the years Reya has amassed a fortune in jewelry, and had to sell off every single non-magical piece she's ever owned to finance one expedition or another to save some town or prisoner or druid grove or bauble. There's very little for her to call her own, and for the most part she's okay with this.

Just sometimes, when she sees a mother buying a nice necklace for her daughter, there's a part of her that aches a little.

Shaking that off, she sees another woman in garb similar to hers standing at the same table, though her clothes lack the bright primary colors whoever had designed her magical robe had decided to give it. Some days she worried being a wizard made you colorblind.]

Amazing what people just give away sometimes.

SHOPPING, YEAH

[chelicerata]

[ natasha seems relaxed enough as she looks around the yard sale, but those who know her better than that might be able to tell that her attention never quite leaves her surroundings. she's currently having a look at a few pieces of technology -- the data glasses and a bluetooth earpiece, to be specific -- but she's very aware of anything that happens in her pheripheral vision, however occupied she might appear by the items in her hands.

unlike many, she isn't too interested in blinky the fish, and the kitchenware and clothing is only looked through briefly. come bother her, though, broskis! ]

[transgressed]

[It's not that Fang's bored, per se, it's just that things like this wear a little thin at the edges when there's not much merchandise to choose from. The environment though, and the people, she's enjoying that well enough to hang around, to linger and take in the sounds of life. It's been a long time since she's heard such a thing, outside of dreams.

She's not too interested in technology (her rudimentary skills keep her away from most gadgets), but the bluetooth devices are at least somewhat familiar, and so she heads over that way.

The woman she recognizes, and something about her posture brings Light to mind, so Fang speaks up.]

Found anything interesting, red?