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 for whoever!

[draconic_historian]

[You definitely saw the new dragon land at some point, and you'd think forty feet of flying magical beast wouldn't be hard to keep track of, but he's just totally gone.

There IS, however, some guy looking around with a transport communicator sticking out of his pocket that you've never seen before. He looks faintly disappointed in the selection.]

[blondejokes]

Did you find anything good over here? [ Her arms are empty. She came late to the sale and nothing had really caught her eye yet. ]

[draconic_historian]

[He glances over his shoulder. No one he knows, but she looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps she uses the communicators as well and he's seen her posts.]

Hmm? No, nothing that suits my needs.

[blondejokes]

Same here. [ She hadn't really come with the intention to buy anything, really. While shopping was one of her favorite things to do, she didn't want ... anything here. She had the basic amount of clothing that is acceptable for her in her room and the items that had come in with her in her pouches and pockets. ]

Have you ever been to one of these before?

[draconic_historian]

Why yes. Not here, but I have been to marketplaces before. You can usually find SOMETHING worth having.

Here though, it's all just junk and appliances. And my funds are far more limited than I would prefer.

[blondejokes]

[ Ino nods. ] The prices here don't seem very fair compared to what we are given. And I'm not sure I want to risk my life doing missions for this place just to make extra.

[draconic_historian]

I may have to. I need more treasure.

[blondejokes]

There are other ways to get money here.