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

[eyecontact]

[with or without the box?

the lid of the box, in Jericho's hand, is settled over top of the toy, back where it was supposed to be. the picture of the thing seemed too weird to be real, so he wanted to have a peek...

he does a bit of a double-take, surprised, and steps away a step to give the more-interested party space. it's almost a triple-take when it clicks: another troll!

man, these guys are everywhere, aren't they?]

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Upon spotting the other, Eridan gives the box a bit of a tug and holds it to one side with both hands, quirking a brow.

Pause.

Pause.

Staring.

Pause.

...]

Hands off, pal. This here's mine.

[eyecontact]

[he stares back in that lapse of time



slow blink.


and then a couple quicker ones at the demand. both hands go up in an "i surrender!" way, shaking them a bit along with his head. sure thing, whatever you say! no contest here!]

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Oh, well. Good. He continues holding the box to the side for a few more seconds before relaxing a little, tucking it under his arm instead.]

...Well, that was...easy.

What's your deal.

[eyecontact]

[deal? Jericho blinks, head tilting out of impulse. his hand goes up, about to point at himself to confirm, but that would be silly, so it goes to rub the back of his neck, growing embarrassed. the other hand makes a quick, sweeping motion isolated at the wrist – a kind of no problem, go on! gesture. no sneaky strings attached, honest!]

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Weird.

YOU KNOW WHAT SOMETHING ELSE IS GETTING AT HIM NOW HE'S EVEN MORE SUSPICIOUS

GODDAMN JERICHO YOU ARE JUST SUSPICIOUS]

Why the fuck ain't you said nothin' this entire time.

[eyecontact]

[well that just makes his face redden right up. his face scrunches up with embarrassment and apology, trying to tug more of a smile there, but having a hard time of it.

he points at his throat and shakes his head. no voice!]