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

[healplz]

[ 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.

[deadelfwalking]

[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.

AW LOOKIT THAT ICON

[healplz]

[ 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. ]