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

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!

/WEEPS oh god vanadi stop badtouching cas

[gained_a_level]

[ Look, it's not the first time he's been touched or had another guy slip an arm around his waist, not after spending over a year in Attollo. But generally speaking, people don't just sneak up on him unawares like this, or touch him with so much familiarity. Ever. It's just not a thing that happens to Castiel.

The angel's eyes widen, slowly lift from the device and turn to face the man. You're about to see how well Castiel has learned how to greet people, especially strange masked men as he offers in a deep, growling warning: ]

...Let go. Now.

[implying]

[ Whoa. Not the response he was expecting. It's enough to shock Vanadi into freezing, because in all the time he'd known Castiel in Cittágazze, he'd never used a tone like that with Vanadi.

But a second later he drops his arm, stepping back in a hurry. He looks over the man again, scrutinizing every detail within sight, but — no, it's definitely Castiel. Clean shaven, but that's the only difference Vanadi can spot. ]

I — terribly sorry. I hadn't... intended any offense. [ This is new, not being sure what he's done wrong. Usually he knows exactly what he's done wrong. ] Are you alright, Cas?

[gained_a_level]

[ He wouldn't quite be clean shaven -- but compared to himself in 2014? Might as well be. He sports the light stubble of a man who nears the end of the day, but instead of brushing his teeth and going to bed, pulled on his trenchcoat and stepped out for a quiet walk at night.

Except that... wasn't the kind of walkabout where he'd come back from. ]

I don't know who you are.

[ He begins, somewhat defensively, because that gesture caught him off guard, and its more of a tone meant to rebuke himself for being sloppy and getting too comfortable. He seems to realize this last minute, and softens his tone. This stranger clearly knows him, and for once, Castiel is in the awkward position of not having a clue. ]

...But we have met once before, where?

[implying]

[ And now it makes sense. Castiel is like Miles. The same person that Vanadi remembers (although in this case, the differences between Castiels are already making themselves apparent), but with no memory of Vanadi, and likely not of Cittágazze either.

His shoulders slump a little, the nose of the mask dips just slightly. He can only hope this isn't going to keep happening, because it doesn't hurt any less the second time. ]

Ah. Yes, we had— in a place called Cittágazze. A hub of worlds, of sorts. [ And a little lower: ] It's quite alright that you don't recall your time there, it may well have been a different version of you.

Sorry about the delay!

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel and his future self had some differences, not just in mannerism and dress, but even their personalities seemed remarkably different. ]

Cittágazze. [ That... name doesn't ring any bells whatsoever. ] We were... friends?

no worries!

[implying]

Certainly. [ He smiles with that, canting his head. ] Why, I even visited your world once.

[gained_a_level]

My world? [ Suddenly interested, the angel takes a half step forward. ]

What did you see there?