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

[pantyraid]

Yeah, it doesn't really look 'you'. [ bright colors and Kyouko just don't seem to mix. ] But does it seem 'me'? This is really important, just so you know! It's going to be my civilian disguise.

[invocation]

[Her head tilts; her eyebrow raises. Civilian disguise?] A disguise? All that ugly thing's gonna do is make you stick out even more.

[pantyraid]

U—Ugly?! [ her taste is.. ugly? ] Is it really that bad?

[ as a magician, she was only good at picking out the tackiest of things.. ]

[invocation]

It's bad. Looks like somethin' some old lady would wear.

[Kyouko is the best at being polite!]

[pantyraid]

Not even a fashionable old lady?

[ Trucy looks back at it, disappointed. She then sets it back down on the counter. ]

Tell me about your style, then. If you wanted a disguise, what would you buy?

[invocation]

[Even hidden beneath her hood, Kyouko’s facial expression gives away how unenthused she is to be taking part in a conversation about fashion, of all things. But she’s been bored lately, restless, and the lack of the constant battling she was accustomed to has relaxed her a little, at least enough to hold just-barely civil conversations with strangers.]

If it’s a disguise, do you really wanna wear somethin’ like that? I’d pick a thing that didn’t make me stick out.

[pantyraid]

Something that doesn't make you stick out..

[ huh. where could she find something like that...

oh. Kyouko's wearing it. ]

Hm, sorta like your hoodie, then! I barely even saw you standing there until just now, actually! Where'd you get it? [ her face turns determined, and she clenches her fists. ] I must know! For the sake of my secret identity!

[invocation]

[The excitable behavior reminds her, in a vague and not fully-formed way, of Sayaka. However, Kyouko's just about as helpful and friendly as always — that being, not so much. She wordlessly jerks a thumb in the direction of the box she found her new (old...) hoodie in.]

Over there. [And finally, despite herself, her curiosity wins over:] What are you supposed to be, anyway?

[pantyraid]

Oh, thanks! You're a life saver.. or, well, an identity saver.

[ Trucy smiles coyly, reaches behind her back, and pulls out a baton, twirling it between her fingers. ]

Trucy Wright, Ace Magician! Nice to meet you. [ she stops twirling suddenly, placing her hand next to her mouth. ] But don't tell anyone that, okay? I'm incognito.

[invocation]

Magician? [The word is repeated with a dull sort of skepticism. Kyouko knows about magicians — parlor tricks and illusions, kids' birthday parties. She is far more jaded about the concept of magic than most though, and so snorts, glances away.]

Eh. Betcha can't do real magic. [Way to make friends, Kyouko!]

[pantyraid]

How much you want to bet?

[ it's a simple question, but backed by a certain confidence. Trucy bounces on her heels a bit. ]

[invocation]

[Kyouko is not going to actually bet anything material - she is too much of a cheapass for that - but she does straighten up a little, decide to pay more attention.]

Show me it then.

[pantyraid]

[ Trucy does nothing but point behind Kyouko. When she turns, she will find an ace of spades levitating in front of her face. ]