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

[flynninomite]

[ oh. He wasn't really expecting that. Despite his best efforts at remaining casual, it's clear the news catches him off guard - enough so that he stays silent for a beat, taking a moment to rally a response. ]

... time passing in the blink of an eye, not so much just a saying anymore. I suppose that means you really have settled down with a new hero, then?

[ He isn't saying it just to be an asshole anymore - now he's actually just wanting to know. ]

Just, please, for the love of all that's holy, don't tell me it's Nate. [ okay there is the asshole part again ]

[totallytrustworthy]

[That little glimmer of vulnerability causes her to ease off the throttle; beneath everything else, he was just as trapped as she was in Lazarevic's grip, and she can't help but feel some amount of sympathy for him.

...And then he opens his mouth again.]

Jesus Christ.

For the record, Harry, [ The gloves are forcefully yanked out of his grasp.] not everything is about you or Nate.

[flynninomite]

Yeah, I more or less noticed that towards the end. Certainly wasn't about me, at any rate. [ Still slightly bitter about the whole leaving him to the wolves thing, then. Not that he hadn't started that one - or, let's be honest, like he wasn't one of them. If she was hoping for a Flynn who'd taken time to think back on past mistakes, she obviously wasn't going to get one. The whole repetitive betrayal and violent death thing was still forefront in his mind; things like hindsight and accountability, not so much.

He lets her take the gloves without further fuss, meeting her eyes for the first time since their reunion. There's not as much anger in them as his constant hassling would imply - in fact, he looks awfully guarded for someone throwing his spite around so freely. ]

What have you been up to, then? Same old tricks?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Stop it, Flynn. Just stop it.

Chloe's not about to forget the past, either, but she's got a clear enough head on her shoulders to remind herself that they're stuck here together until they either die or get sent home; bringing up old wounds won't do anyone any good. She folds the clothes and tries to focus on smoothing out the newly collected wrinkles.]

More or less. And so have you, at least in your not-yet-happened future. [Sure, it's a lie, but it's better than knowing you die, right?]

[flynninomite]

[ Whoa whoa whoa - hold up a second with that. Flynn looks genuinely surprised, eyes flicking down and to the side as he considers that new bit of (TOTALLY FAKE OH MY GOD CHLOE HOW DARE YOU) information. ]

... you sure about that? I assumed a bright future wasn't in the cards. You know, stab wounds and grenades and all that.

[ He's putting on a skeptical face, but underneath the questioning he sounds more hopeful than anything. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe regrets very little in her life, another weight on the scale hardly matters at this point. She nods casually, her eyes meeting his as if to reinforce the idea that she's being completely honest.]

Sunshine pulled through, and you had her there with you at ground zero. For once in your life you were damn lucky.

[flynninomite]

[ ... Elena saved him? Even after his parting words? He still seems skeptical, but there's a good dose of genuine surprise in there too. ]

Well, she always was an idiot. Guess I'll owe her one if I ever see her again - maybe save a kitten on her behalf, should break about even according to her view of the world.

[ Some part of him probably knows this is a healthy serving of bullshit, but the part of him that doesn't want to be dead in some other timeline - and that's a damn big part of him - is grasping on to the rope Chloe's offered, logic be damned. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

You'd better believe it. God knows after everything else she certainly didn't have to help save your ass.

[Chloe gathers the little pile of items she's assembled, dropping a few marques in exchange-- forget haggling, she can't manage a thing with Flynn lurking over her shoulder-- and turning to head off in Koltira's direction. ] Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a job that needs doing.