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

[totallytrustworthy]

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.

[deadelfwalking]

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

[totallytrustworthy]

[So shiny.]

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

[deadelfwalking]

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

[totallytrustworthy]

Depends. How much do you have?

[deadelfwalking]

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

[totallytrustworthy]

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

Several hundred, then.

[deadelfwalking]

[his eyes widen.] Ludicrous.

[totallytrustworthy]

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.

[deadelfwalking]

You clearly take me for a fool. A stay at an inn in Azeroth is usually no more than a handful of silver pieces, and that includes a meal and fine wine. I will not give away my savings for someone to help me sort through a clothing rack.

[totallytrustworthy]

Now don't go putting words in my mouth. If I thought you were an idiot I would've just pointed at the sky and snuck my hand in your pocket. I don't, and I didn't, and I rather like this arm and wouldn't want to lose it tangling with someone like you.

One hundred gold pieces. And I can promise you, I'm better company than anything you'll find in an inn.

[deadelfwalking]

Fifty, and no more. [and that's exorbitant, Chloe.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh, all right. Fifty it is. [Chloe's unsatisfied with this agreement, to say the least, and she's already scheming to get the rest, but that can wait...]

[deadelfwalking]

Well? What will you do, then?

[totallytrustworthy]

Gold first, then I'll fetch you that outfit you're after...

[deadelfwalking]

It's not with me. It's in my armor. [there's no room for that kinda weight in a suit :|]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Damn, that puts a damper on things, doesn't it.]

I'd ask for some kind of compensation, but you don't seem the sort to lie. Let's hope I'm not wrong about that.

All right, name what you're after; I'll have it laid out for you in no time.

[deadelfwalking]

[well praise the Light and call him Sally, it's a little fucking trust in this place! He smiles slightly.]

A good suit, much like this one, except ... perhaps a little more in line with the times. Another pair of leather gloves. And sunglasses, if you can find them.

[totallytrustworthy]

You got it, love. Head out, take a breather for a few, do whatever you want. I'll be back in a few.

[And with that she climbs to her feet and saunters off to track down some fashionable duds.]