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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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[ natasha seems relaxed enough as she looks around the yard sale, but those who know her better than that might be able to tell that her attention never quite leaves her surroundings. she's currently having a look at a few pieces of technology -- the data glasses and a bluetooth earpiece, to be specific -- but she's very aware of anything that happens in her pheripheral vision, however occupied she might appear by the items in her hands.

unlike many, she isn't too interested in blinky the fish, and the kitchenware and clothing is only looked through briefly. come bother her, though, broskis! ]

Edited 2012-08-21 01:10 (UTC)

[It's not that Fang's bored, per se, it's just that things like this wear a little thin at the edges when there's not much merchandise to choose from. The environment though, and the people, she's enjoying that well enough to hang around, to linger and take in the sounds of life. It's been a long time since she's heard such a thing, outside of dreams.

She's not too interested in technology (her rudimentary skills keep her away from most gadgets), but the bluetooth devices are at least somewhat familiar, and so she heads over that way.

The woman she recognizes, and something about her posture brings Light to mind, so Fang speaks up.]

Found anything interesting, red?

[ Natasha, herself, is here for a bit of people-watching (although not so much actively watching as she is merely observing what enters her line of sight, gaze falling to face after face in a manner that appears perfectly natural), because there is, admittedly, not too much to purchase. The technology can teach her a thing or two about the development that's happened for the past thousand years, so that is something which is bound to catch her interest, but she isn't looking at it for the reason that she actually needs it.

She lifts her eyes to Fang after a moment, recognizing her voice, and if that was not enough, she most certainly remembers the light bronze shade of her skin, the tattoos that adorn it, her eye-catching jewellery and clothing and her dark hair. ]

Futuristic technology, as opposed to toasters and a second-hand wardrobe.

[ She sets the earpiece back down, shifting (most of) her attention to her company, instead. ]

Has anything caught your eye, so far?

Not much. [Fang's not too impressed by most of what she's seen, and what has caught her attention has been more disturbing (the three-eyed fish), or amusing (the idiot wearing a cape who bought that blue ShamWow thing) than anything else.] I'm looking around for friends. Slim pickings, though.

[She sighs, rubs the back of her neck.] If this is the sort of future in store for this planet, no wonder they're wanting to fix it.

Until now, these things would've typically been stuffed away in a box in somebody's garage. [ Your friends might not have been too intrigued by that idea ... ] Perhaps they weren't in a shopping mood.

[ As for the state of Exsilium, she's not very surprised -- they don't know much about the rest of the future world, other than that it's supposedly ruled with an iron fist, but the people there are likely doing better than the exiled natives. ]

Few people are well-off among the natives, it seems. They have a hard time getting by when cut off from the mainland's resources. [ Hence why they're holding yard sales. ]

[She's not completely up to date on the concept of a "garage," but she gets the gist of it.] Huh. Like they say, one man's trash...

[She's half-listening to Natasha, briefly distracted by the technological knick-knacks — she wonders if Hope'll get any use out of them, if nothing else — but the talk of "the mainland" snaps her attention back.] Have you been there? The mainland.

[ ... is another man's treasure. It looks like that'd be the case, at the very least for Loki. ] I assume that's what they're hoping for.

[ Has she been to the mainland? no. Does she want to go? Possibly. She'd like answers, just like the rest of the Transports -- Natasha has been on missions where intel has been limited, but few times has key information been deliberately kept from her, and she doesn't like it. Who are they really fighting in this war? ]

I don't believe anyone has, aside from a select few from the Initiative. They don't seem to be planning on letting anyone cross the sea any time soon.

[ Naturally, he would attempt to sneak up on her, but this is oh right, Natasha so he doesn't even bother - just shows up walking alongside her at some point. ]

Can you believe some of this crap?

[ she doesn't lift her gaze -- yes, she'd seen him approach and known about his presence even before he spoke up -- until she's put the data glasses back down. hello, tony. ]

Business is flourishing for some, it seems.

[ what a spy. ]

Yeah, like, all the people with the biggest crap. It doesn't even make sense.

[ indeed. ]

Don't yard sales typically hold this kind of merchandise?

I'm pretty sure these are yard sales.

[ moving towards the next table! are you coming? ]

Hence why I'm beginning to question if you've ever been to one.

Edited 2012-09-14 02:07 (UTC)

Why would I have ever been to a hard sale? I already have all the biggest crap.

Your surprise over the items they offer made it quite clear.

Perhaps you should purchase your own spot on the street and sell some of those kitchen appliances you've tinkered with. I'm sure the natives will be fascinated by an overheating toaster and aggressive blender.

Sell Tiberius and Leslie? Are you insane? They're practically part of the family by now.

I seem to recall an attempt to give them away not too long ago.

That was like, at least thirty hours ago. A lot can change faster than that. Leslie's in therapy now anyway; I don't want to be responsible for any backsliding she goes through.

You take awfully good care of your inanimate objects. [ ... at the very least your cars. ] Was Leslie the toaster or the blender?

Blender. Tiberius just has a little bit of a temper, but he's not quite on the 'murderous stabbity' level of things like she is.

I'll make a mental note to be cautious if I ever set foot in your kitchen.

Nah, these are in my lab. Kitchen's safe. I don't want to accidentally maim whoever moves in with me and the cripple.

[ well. ]

Turning tools in the kitchen into potential weapons can't leave many useful for cooking.

'The cripple'?

Like I said, kitchen's safe. I don't mess with those, I think she likes cooking. Maybe. I can't tell yet.

My roommate. Doctor type. I don't know.

It's already one blender and toaster short.

Does she have a name? You must've lived with her for quite a while now. Long enough for introductions.

OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

SHOPPING, YEAH

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i'm so sorry for the lateness sobs omg

it's okay!

♥

how can you not be interested in blinky the fish though

why don't you buy it for her tony

darcy would eat him. and not in the nice way.

don't they have them in pet stores

no blinky is special

blinky can breed with some other fish and hopefully they'll get three eyes. buy her the babies ....

i don't think they'll be quite as special though.

wow you're hurting their feelings

whoops?????

you made three-eyed baby fish cry!!!!

i reiterate, whoops?

soothes them gently

/prepares the grill

DSFJKLADSJAKLSD ARE YOU COMPLETELY HEARTLESS

not completely. /tink, /tink.

i'll protect the baby fish with my life

you have fun with that

are you going to put me on the grill

that's one way to have fun with a grill

sobs

i tried for so long to come up with a bend over + grill lines pun but failed

please don't bend me over the grill that sounds painful and dangerous

yeah see that was why it didn't work

i don't even know what's going on in this subject line conversation anymore

a distinct lack of subtlety