exsiliumlogs | OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

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

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[Well that's a vast improvement from the last time she saw you, buddy. Chloe looks up at him from the rim of her coffee cup, eyes giving him a thorough scan as she takes in his street clothes. ~~Is that your RP set for Stormwind, sir?~~]

What can I say? I'm a hard customer.

Glad to see you're looking a bit less...[Don't say dead.] ill. Manage to get everything sorted out, then?

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[He's always going to look dead, honey. Koltira shrugs.]

As well as it can be, for the present. [he glances back towards the sale, which is rapidly gathering a crowd.] What's your plan, then? Silent observation?

Mmm. That's the idea. [She huffs out an exaggerated sigh.] I'm just not built to wrestle with the more aggressive shoppers.

But what about you? You're dressed a bit too nicely for this party.

[You look pretty built to him, Chloe. He smooths his suit's collar, as though brushing invisible dust from it.] I'm simply wearing what's comfortable. I hope to find more like it, among other things.

What, here? That's unlikely. Clothes like that are hard to come by, I doubt anyone would just be tossing them out for a few pennies.

I'm not expecting to pay pennies. I have a decent store of their 'marques', though I do wonder if anyone here still values pure gold. [cos he has that, too.]

[Did you say 'gold'? You did, didn't you.]

Oh now wait just a moment. Where did you manage to dig up something like that around here?

[he raises an eyebrow at her.] Nowhere. I had it on my person when I was taken from Azeroth. Gold is our primary currency.

You know, I think I might just know where to find clothes that are exactly your type.

[THE EYEBROW REMAINS IN PLACE.] Really.

Really.

[She takes another long sip of her coffee.] It might work best if we shop together. Just for a little while.

Oh? I thought you didn't care for anything here.

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I know, right? Absolutely amazing how quickly my attention can be purchased.

[STARE.]

[flatly.] You are not getting the gold.

Well that's a bit rude. I was only trying to help.

Out of the goodness of your heart, eh?

Mostly.

[She shrugs with an angelic little smile.] I'm a treasure hunter, love. What do you expect?

Besides, I need to get paid for some of my good deeds every now and then. Bills don't pay themselves.

There's no guarantee that my gold is worth anything in this city. [gurl you just want it because it's shiny.]

[So shiny.]

All the more reason to let it go in exchange for a pair of very, very keen eyes.

[in consternation.] And how much were you thinking of, precisely?

Depends. How much do you have?

[he is, unfortunately, a generally honest man.] Several hundred, close to a thousand.

[Koltira, you are too darling to be having this conversation.]

Several hundred, then.

[his eyes widen.] Ludicrous.

Come on, it's not as of you'll need it stuck out here.

I'll even take you out for coffee afterwards. Or something stronger. Your call.

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