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

[implying]

Ah, no, I'd thought as much.

[ He puts the scarf down, but now he's eying Jericho curiously, sidelong. (Another benefit of the mask—  it's terribly misleading, if he isn't looking straight ahead.) That was awfully communicative, for lacking any sort of words. ]

Well, then what would you suggest? It's bound to get cold eventually, I'll be needing some kind of scarf!

[eyecontact]

[he blinks as he's prompted, his shoulders dropping out of the sheepish shrug. all fooling around aside, then! Jericho glances down at the picked-through mess of fabric and patterns. there wasn't much there that wasn't frumpy, but...hm.

he shoots a quick glance up at the man (mask, rather) before sifting through and pulling out something...not much of an improvement, but.

he taps at a stripe of gold, looking back at Vanadi with his eyebrows lifted. something gold, he thinks?]

[implying]

[ He considers it for a few seconds, but... no, that's pretty bad too. He shakes his head, making a face. Well, seeming to, if the set of his jaw is any indication. ]

Ah, no. It's decent, and good find on the gold, but... well, thank you for the try, I do appreciate that much!

[eyecontact]

[his smile tugs, a little embarrassed, and shrugs when he nods. the selection can't really be helped; it's old lady central down this table.]

KEEPIN THIS HEIGHT SHIT VAGUE BECAUSE I'M IMPATIENT ignore it if he's taller than 5'4

[implying]

Quite alright, I understand that there isn't much here to pick from. You've done the best you could!

[ He leans down just enough to put their faces on a level, head cocked curiously. ]

And how would you answer if I asked your name, I wonder?

S'COOL W ME

[eyecontact]

[ah, at that...he looks a shade more embarrassed and shy, quickly rummaging for the notebook he kept on his person for just such a thing. and, considering it's such an in-demand answer, all he has to do is flip to an older page and show it off:

My name is Jericho.]

[implying]

Ah, you're used to it, I see!

[ He smiles, straightening and holding out a gloved hand to shake. ]

I'm Vanadi.

[eyecontact]

[the hand is shaken with little hesitation, this kid smiling very pleasantly and giving a nod. hello!]