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

[deadelfwalking]

[he instinctively jerks away from the attempted arm-pat.] Don't. You will not find that experience pleasant.

[his ears twitch, also totally involuntary and slightly embarrassing besides, at Vanadi's mention of them.] --and I am sin'dorei, a blood elf.

[implying]

[ Oh. Well then. He lowers his hand, a little awkwardly. But then there's talk of species, which is much better than a spurned arm-pat, so he latches onto that. ]

A blood elf! Well, that's poetically intimidating. I'm a Kitrite, myself, which has no common translation aside from people. You'd see similar ears if I'd left this mask of mine at home.

[deadelfwalking]

[Similar ears ... well, that is kind of interesting. He never expected to meet anyone elvish or even elf-like in this place. Koltira glances at the awkward withdrawal and sighs.] My apologies, but my skin is not warm to the touch. I mean to save you the trouble.

[there's a pause as he thinks over the comments about their respective races.] The name is not designed to frighten. Our population was driven to near-extinction in a terrible war, and we renamed ourselves in memory of the fallen. [like himself.] I presume Kitrite is the common race of your home, then?

[implying]

[ Not warm? Bariyan hadn't been warm, but he hadn't been freezing. He stores that little curiosity away for later. Maybe he'll slip in a touch somewhere, just to see. ]

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Let me revise that to simply poetic, shall I? As for Kitrites, though— we share the land with quite the number of other species! I would give the humans the award for most common, though. They do tend to breed quite fast.

[deadelfwalking]

[a little smile. Ha ha, humans.]

I suppose that's true no matter where you go, then.

[implying]

It's what I've found so far!

[ He hesitates, then holds out a gloved hand. It's half metal, he figures he stands a pretty good chance against whatever chill Koltira produces. ]

I'm Vanadi, by the way— with quite durable hands, if you'd care to try me.

[deadelfwalking]

[hesitates. Well. All right. Because you're (allegedly) some kind of elf under there.] Koltira Deathweaver. [he takes Vanadi's hand in his own, which is also gloved; the leather mitigates the chill slightly, but it's still like touching ice.]

[implying]

[ It's decently cold, although he can only feel it in two fingers and a thumb. But he gives a wide smile, gripping his hand tightly. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you! Even in— [ He glances around, the smile fading just slightly. ] —A place like this.

[deadelfwalking]

[he's surprised by the grip--and definitely notices a certain strange firmness--but doesn't remark on it.]

I take it that these things are not to your taste.

[implying]

They can't be to yours, surely.

[ He leans back again, nodding the beak of the mask toward a particularly ugly set of bath towels. ]

Truly, only humans could decide these colors are pleasing.

[deadelfwalking]

[it's not that his sense of aesthetics died with him, but it definitely fell down slightly on the priority list. He follows the line of the beak and shakes his head in the usual condescending elf fashion.]

They are a short-lived race, and so tend to craft their items quickly and carelessly.

[implying]

Oh— do blood elves live longer? [ Distracted from bitching about humans! His attention is back on Koltira, the mask cocked curiously. ] Kitrites have about the same lifespan, if not perhaps slightly less.

[deadelfwalking]

[whups. No offense, Vanadi. He shrugs.] Yes; for centuries. I myself am past my seventieth year. [and technically just barely an adult, but look, no one needs to know that.]

[implying]

Seventy! You're looking very good for seventy, my friend. Myself, I'm sitting at a good twenty-three, and I believe I can expect another...

[ Oh, how long can he expect to live? Will his upgrades extend his life? Or decrease it, maybe? This is awkward. ]

Well, I suppose one can never really say.

[deadelfwalking]

[dryly, looking down at his own dead body.] No. One cannot.

[implying]

Ah. [ He shifts, a little awkwardly. ] I'm beginning to see why that's a bit of a sore subject. My apologies— would you prefer I avoid it, in the future?

[deadelfwalking]

[shakes his head.] Do not concern yourself. I have been this way for quite some time, long enough to understand that inquiries are unavoidable. [he is personally wondering about the mask, but it's really not that unusual to see folks going around in full armor on Azeroth.]

[implying]

[ Well, if he's not barring the subject from discussion, then Vanadi will just go ahead and consider it fair game. He leans in, interested. ]

For how long, exactly? And how did you avoid being simply a plain old corpse?

[deadelfwalking]

Over a decade by this point. [he shuts one eye at the 'plain old corpse' comment.] I was killed, and then purposefully reanimated. Not for a good cause.

[implying]

I see. [ And it occurs to him, for the very first time, that maybe he ought to be unnerved by a dead guy brought back for nefarious purposes. Not that he reacts to the thought past having it, of course. ] I don't suppose you're here to kill everyone, are you? That would be a touch awkward.

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira's expression pretty much IMMEDIATELY SOURS. Fuck his unlife. Gritting his teeth.] No, I am not. I'm here to fight a war, presumably, but all we have done so far is waste time.

[implying]

Only checking! [ Both hands raised with that, peaceably. Note to self: don't accuse this guy of villainy. ] How else am I to take that you were brought back for a bad cause?

[deadelfwalking]

[he's just a little sensitive, given the past ... entire time he's been here ... Koltira sighs.]

Again, apologies. I have had a difficult time adjusting to this place.

[discreetly scratching behind his ear.]

Necromancy is rarely for a good cause, at any rate, but it is particularly insidious on my world. All undead are initially controlled by the Lich King--and his designs are the darkest imaginable. But I freed myself of him some time ago.

[implying]

Well, congratulations on that!

[ and man oh man can he empathize. ;~; Not that he'll be mentioning, of course, but his heart definitely goes out to Koltira on that one. ]

Before you arrived here, I take it?

[deadelfwalking]

Far before. The entity that enslaved myself and many others is gone from my world now. I and many others mounted a long, bitter campaign against him ... but we had our revenge in the end. [granted, there's another guy in his place, and Koltira still has some definite enslavement problems waiting for him back home, but ...]