exsiliumlogs | OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

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

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[trying to keep the skepticism out of his voice, because priests are not typically known for their manly construction skills.]

How much weight can you bear? [as an aside, and mostly because he doesn't want Ashraf to think the whole thing went unnoticed.] That glove is for cooking, by the way.

[ oh god Koltira you just had to comment, didn't you. His mouth presses into a line, but he gives the glove its obligatory glance down. ]

I see.

[ That's all it gets, dammit. Then it's back to Koltira and the subject of building. ]

Some, especially with my magic. But a spare pair of hands is generally not unwelcome.

[grins.] I used to live with a woman who occasionally tried her hand at baking.

[as to the building--] If you'd like to assist, I would welcome it. I plan to start in two days' time, just as soon as I've found everything I need.

[ KOLTIRA WHY WILL YOU JUST NOT DROP IT ]

Of course. Perhaps you ought to purchase it, then. [ and then to be just a sliver of helpful: ] With the hammer and nails I'd seen earlier, two rows down.

[BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY, OBVIOUSLY. He's letting it go though, bowing with a flourish of his hand, like the blood elves do.]

Much appreciated. The crowd's become quite thick, and everything seems rather haphazardly piled together regardless.

[ Well good, much more and he might have been tempted to toss a small jolt of holy light his way. But instead he just brushes past him (almost a shove past him), pausing only to endow them both with a spell of agility. ]

They were this way. I can't imagine clamps will be so easily found, but we may happen upon a saw.

[aw, sweetie. So sensitive. Koltira ain't even bothered, though he appreciates the agility. He trails after Ashraf, hands in his pockets, looking around for anything that might be helpful.]

I can likely improvise what I don't find ... but I thought it couldn't hurt to look.

[ He keeps an eye out as he heads to the earlier-spotted tools, but no luck. Maybe a speed-spell hadn't been the best move for a walk meant for searching, but dammit, when you have the option to move quickly, it's hard to want to walk slowly.

He finds what he'd been looking for, plucking up the goodly-sized tin of nails and hammer to hold them out. ]

You have the building materials, I trust?

[Koltira takes the items from Ashraf after slapping down some marques on the kind citizen's table.] Oh, yes. Don't worry; I only chopped down as many trees as I would need.

[ bro, Ashraf doesn't even know how many trees it takes to make a picnic bench. There's a moment where he considers admitting he knows nothing about building, but that seems like a bad idea. So he only nods. ]

Considering the size of the forest, [ all groups of trees seem like forests to him, a real forest seems enormous ] I doubt over harvesting would be a problem. You're probably welcome to them.

[TO BE HONEST he just expects to be policed on basically everything at this point.] One would hope. Drawing attention is the exact opposite of the plan.

[pause.] I need one more thing ... [mutters.] Hair ties.

[ ...pause... arching a brow, and...

...no, that's pretty legit. Ashraf, after all: never seen without one. ]

I have a supply of them. More than I will go through, I have no doubt.

[he gestures to his frankly ridiculous amount of hair, which has somehow remained thick and lustrous even in death, and which falls to his mid-back, besides.] I would be grateful. Rough work is best done with limited interference.

Naturally. [ That with a little half quirk of a smile, which might be amusement at the irony. Talking about hair styles with a dead man. ]

I'll bring them when we begin, then. Is there anything else I might bring along?

[does he even have to say it?] Alcohol.

Scotch again?

[ Oh look at him, learning his patterns. This one isn't a very difficult one to memorize, though. ]

If you go through a second bottle as quickly as the first, I can't promise very much of a supply.

[WELL DONE SIR. He smiles about as genuinely as he can.] Correct. I'll make it last; you have my word.

[ whoa, has he ever seen a smile like that on him before? He doesn't think so. It's... nice. He returns it, if a little smaller on his side. ]

If you go slowly enough, it might even be stretched between two.

[lightly.] Ah, well, no promises on that account.

[he tucks the tin of nails and the hammer under his arm. The smile remains in place, but then there is just the barest trace of a wince.]

I ought to take my leave now. Thank you for the help, Ashraf. Al diel shala.

[ He catches that wince, of course, and the next comes the twinge of concern, both for Koltira and for those around them. For half a second he wonders if he ought to ask for a translation of that, but — next time. Better that Koltira leave. ]

Until next time, Koltira. [ He casts another blessing and refreshes the spell of agility, and then with a nod of farewell, he's off. ]

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