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

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!

[deadelfwalking]

[he lifts his head to frown at this mysterious masked stranger.] I don't mind it, but I am not.

[implying]

Ah, then it must be the suit. It's really quite a nice one.

[ He steps a little closer before coming to a stop, just inside the typical space bubble. He has some examining of this guy to do, after all! ]

Forgive me if this seems forward, but are you of any relation to a man named Bariyan?

[deadelfwalking]

[he doesn't take a step back just yet, but man, is he ready to. What's with this guy.]

Relation? [The question inspires several feelings, most of them, at present, very bitter. He shakes his head, murmurs.] No. We have no relation of any kind.

[implying]

[ Well, at least he knows Bariyan, that's a start. Vanadi considers the answer for a few seconds, wondering if it's rude to point out that a person looks dead. He's still not sure on the etiquette around here. ]

Not even in terms of, ah, history? [ No, that's still a bit vague. ] You only look to be, perhaps, dead, is what I mean. Perhaps I'm wrong.

HEY KOLTIRA, HAVE A CHLOE (and a Flynn, apparently. What are boundaries.)

[totallytrustworthy]

Koltira! Oi, over here!

[Chloe comes trotting up less than a half hour after being commissioned, with a pristine pile of modern (by future standards), classy man-clothes. The pair of gloves Flynn had been toying with are set neatly on top, just next to two pairs of digital shades.]

This ought to do the trick, yeah? [Of course, once she manages to work her way through the crowd towards him, Flynn also comes into view, tagging along just a few steps behind her. Someone buy this man a hint.]

[deadelfwalking]

[he looks over her finds, nods approvingly. Digital shades, though ... what even. He hardly has time to ponder them before he notices Flynn. Irritably:]

Kim'jael.

[flynninomite]

[ Um excuse me, he has plenty of hints. He just doesn't care about your petty wants tyvm. When he notices Koltira he flashes a grin - clearly, he finds their encounters thus far a lot more entertaining than the elf does. He raises a brow at the foreign comment, but it doesn't slow him down for long. ]

Whoa, slow down, mate - not sure we're at pet names just yet.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Petty Wants would be the name of Flynn's garage band, thank you very much.]

Do you...[Chloe looks between them, connecting the invisible dots with a somewhat confused expression. ] Oh god, you two know one another, don't you?

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira scowls as Flynn's RAT FACE draws nearer to him. He hisses under his breath.]

It's not a pet name. It's a description. [to Chloe.] I saved his miserable life.

[hornedomen]

[Koltira was difficult to miss so Ico saw him even in the thick crowd.]

Koltira!

[However, Ico was easy to miss if it were not for his horns. Still, he was short and he had to move carefully to avoid stabbing people as he moved around them.]

Are you feeling better?

[deadelfwalking]

[he quickly moves to stand in front of Ico, so as to prevent further jostling from the crowd.] For a particular definition of 'better', yes. Are you looking for something here?

[hornedomen]

[He smiled appreciatively. There were so many people that he was close to simply putting his hands over his horns.]

I was but I couldn’t find anything. [The toy dog looked interesting but it sounded creepy.]

What are you looking for?

[deadelfwalking]

Unfortunate. I'm not certain I will find everything I need, either ... I'm looking for tools, mainly. Things for building.

[hornedomen]

You mean like a hammer? I saw one before on this end.

[He started walking with the expectation that Koltira would follow.]

What are you building?

[ex_bandai157]

[ Oh hey he never forgets a creepy face. Especially when he glances up from looking at a possibly desirable jacket to see it very nearby after last seeing it on a kind of very worrying feed. ]

I didn't realize you were in the market for suits as well.

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira looks up at the sound of Barnaby's voice, which is similarly familiar to him.]

It seems impractical to go about in my armor at all times. Perhaps even unwise, given its appearance.

[ex_bandai157]

[ Now he's curious what it looks like, but he doesn't quite ask. ]

That's understandable. And this would be as good of a place as any to find something.

[deadelfwalking]

You would think that, and yet I have come up short, as yet. I simply have no eye for modern clothing. [frowning thoughtfully at the array of items on the rack.] Particularly not this modern.

[ex_bandai157]

I usually find that it's preferable to find a couple of items that you really like rather than buying a whole wardrobe of things you don't feel as comfortable wearing.

i'm very sorry lsmkdf

[ex_symbioses706]

[ What if there's a small girl just kind of not-so-stealthily looking at you from behind a rack or something. It's not that she's overly weirded out that he looks...pretty non-human so much as she's wondering if he's then an alien, and if he's an alien maybe he'd know someone she knows or...something?

Also the long shiny hair is a little familiar and a lot distracting. ]

no apologies <3

[deadelfwalking]

[As soon as he feels unfamiliar eyes on him, Koltira looks up and around, his mouth a thin line of agitation. When he catches sight of the girl, his posture relaxes--nominally.]

Yes? Do you need something?

[ex_symbioses706]

[ CAUGHT. She actually does jump a little, hair doing a gravity-defying trick of jumping upwards as well, and she sheepishly emerges from behind a hat stand or whatever. ]

Um! Well, actually...I was wondering! [ She pauses, in part because the more she looks at him the less he looks like any Zentradi she's ever seen. It's not too hard to see that she's getting up the nerve to continue before she goes on. ] If - if maybe you knew anyone from Macross Frontier, or Galaxy, or any of the others, or maybe one of the outposts?

[deadelfwalking]

[YEP THAT WAS ALL GIBBERISH TO HIM. He shakes his head.] Apologies, my lady, but this is a case of mistaken identity. None of those terms are familiar to me.