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

[eyecontact]

[blinkblink. huh?

there's a beat, then he folds his arms a little, tilting his head and having a better look. stuff jump out of? stuff jumps out of toasters all the time (hopefully bread)...

his expression gets a little dubious, mouth tugged down on one side as his shoulders lift in an indecisive way. he unfolds his arms enough to let his hand point toward the umbrella. he's sure he would never expect anything to pop out of an umbrella...]

[pantyraid]

[ ... well, she was certainly expecting a verbal response, but at least she got a response. It couldn't have anything to do with how jarringly enthusiastic she was about kitchen appliances and other assorted knick knacks, nope.

Her eyes shift to the umbrella. ]

You really think so? Hm.. Let's see! [ she closes the umbrella, twirls around with it, then, with an "Alakazam!", she opens it, and out rains some playing cards. ] .. How was that?

[eyecontact]

[he jumps a little, eyes big. just the right response, right?

still surprised, there's a delay, but...he does give her a bit of applause, starting to smile. so not just a costume for fun, huh...!]

[pantyraid]

[ Trucy bows. She always aims to please her audience! ]

So definitely the umbrella, then, huh?

[eyecontact]

[he nods, grinning and giving her a thumbs up. definitely! it surprised him, for sure.]

[pantyraid]

[ Trucy bows!! ]

Thank you, thank you! I'm glad you liked it. [ and she'll be passing him a card, with her name and 'contact info' on it. ] Trucy Wright, Ace Magician! Nice to meet you.

[eyecontact]

[he accepts the card with a little hesitation – he's never been offered a business card before! – but no less kindness. he grins back at her, nodding. a pleasure! magicians are pretty cool, he thinks.

(at least the ones that aren't also evil...)

a beat.

oh! as for himself, no cards, but he does lift a notebook out of his belt, flipping to a page already written on:

I'm called Jericho.]

[pantyraid]

Jericho! [ so he really can't talk. ] Do you have strep throat, Jericho? You should see if they're selling cough syrup. It'll just be the generic kind, but it's basically the same thing! I should know, I read the labels! [ a satisfied smile. ] You've got to be thrifty when you have a dad like mine!

[eyecontact]

[sheepish, he holds up his free hand and waves in a negative, passing kind of way. no, no...that's alright! cough syrup isn't going to do much good.

he points at his throat, then makes a kind of director's cut motion, shaking his head. NG – no good. his shoulder shrug up, giving a wincing, apologetic smile.]

[pantyraid]

Oh.. I'm sorry. [ something was wrong, then. ] I didn't mean to offend you. I think you do pretty well at expressing yourself, though, for what it's worth!