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

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.

[selfloyalty]

And what does it matter to you?

[She frowns at his comment, folding up yet another pair of shorts in annoyance. She does, however, cast a glance over at the clothing he unearthed.]

[onemoredeath]

I think a lady of your bearing wearing a bubblegum pink Barbie shorts would look rather like a child pretending to be hip.

[ A simple check at the seams for wear, and a glance at the label and then he smiled at the seller, turning on a little of that deep throat purr that made him a hit in the club scenes back home. ]

This really doesn't seem too worn... How much?

Oh it's a nice set, got it for a couple legal matters and didn't have the heart to tear them up. Oh, about ten?

[ And he glanced at Anora, placing them on top of the shorts she just set aside and asked about a couple pencil skirts of soft wool and silk. ]

[selfloyalty]

Assuming I was planning on wearing these monstrosities. You would be pleased to know that I was not.

[She takes the clothes he placed on top of the shorts she had cast aside, looking up at the seller. She makes a humming sound as she turns it over in her hands, examining the outfit herself.]

I am certain I can find a similar outfit for a far more reasonable price.

[She's playing the haggling game.]

In a better colour, too.

[onemoredeath]

Assuming that you might want to tease a man or two with such things, actually.

[ The skirts were flipped up to set next to the suit - they looked like they had been made around the same time and by the same person. ]

I don't know... The color isn't too off, is it?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe's been biding her time, keeping tabs on most everything that's passed in front of her. There've been more than a few familiar faces, but Anora is by far the most...interesting.

A lovely face, yes, with an undeniably lovely wardrobe that has her thinking back on more than a few princess dolls that she'd admired in shop windows as a kid, but more than that it's what that face is managing to do.

There's a way to win people over, and Anora is managing it as if she were a bloody angel descending from heaven to bargain hunt.

Chloe slips up behind her, brow furrowed in confusion.]

All right, how the hell are you doing that?

[selfloyalty]

[She's wrapped up another haggle successfully, having paid below the minimum amount that the woman she was bargaining with had placed for the item. Any other person would attribute this to sheer luck, but Anora's a woman with a trick or two up her sleeves.

She's busy folding the purple coat that had caught her eye when a familiar voice creeps up behind her. Anora's not familiar enough with Morrigan to be familiar with the Witch of the Wilds' speech pattern, but she knows enough that this isn't the Warden's companion and is instead another woman she had made the acquaintance of.

There's a light, satisfied smirk as she tucks the coat away into a bag.]

Doing what?

[She's being coy.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[That face is absolutely believable, but logic still tells Chloe there's more here than meets the eye.] Uh-uh. Don't even try that with me, sweetheart. There's something weird going on here: no one would let you bargain your way into a price like that without...I don't know....an angle.

Are you conning someone?

[selfloyalty]

Conning?

[Her surprise at the accusation is legitimate, but it smooths over as she moves over to look at another table, this time admiring some eye-catching jewelry.]

Not at all. I was raised into politics, I simply know the right words to say.

[totallytrustworthy]

...[Chloe narrows her eyes a bit. THINKING.]

You're blackmailing them, aren't you?

[whatsupcroc]

That last pair looked like it'd work. Whatcha looking for?

[ Collette herself was here scoping out cheap sportswear, since that was her general preference in personal decoration. She had to be careful, sticking to the clear pathways through people's things. Her manual wheelchair wasn't up for handling going over stuff that could get caught up in the wheels themselves. ]

I think the next table over has some decent looking sweats. Oh, and those might be jeans!

[selfloyalty]

[She looks over at the stranger, doing a double-take as she did so. Anora had seen these wheeled contraptions being used in public on occasion (and saw signs with symbols resembling them on various doorways), so the initial culture shock had worn off some time ago.

Nevertheless, it still took her by surprise, but she makes nothing of it, instead raising her eyebrow.]

Not these abominations.

[She tossed another pair of shorts off to the side sob booty shorts.

"Decent looking sweats" catch her off-guard for she still is not entirely accustomed to the names of certain articles of clothing.]

...I certainly hope you are not talking about actual sweat.

[whatsupcroc]

[ Collette finds herself laughing at the idea, covering her mouth with her hands. ]

No! No way, that's just crazy! How gross would wearing other people's sweat be? Sweatpants are loose, softer material pants that are perfect for wearing just about anywhere. See, look at the stuff on that table!

[ She points to a flimsy card table a few feet away. ]

[searched]

[ Serah's looking through clothes nearby - out of curiosity, mostly, just to see what the style's like in this place. So far, only some of it's to her tastes. Though admittedly she can't really talk.

She notices Anora sifting through the pile of clothes as she starts looking through some other clothes nearby, and smiles in friendly solidarity. ]

Having trouble finding something?