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

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan lets out a sigh, and pinches the bridge of his nose. ] No need to apologize. It was a mistake. I understand.

[ But with the apology comes relief, anyway. It at least lets him know that Ashraf is not hostile. So when Bariyan starts speaking again, he is a great deal less awkward than before. ]

You should be careful about who you cast your spells on, here. I may not be the only one who could be hurt by your spells.

[healplz]

[ Whoa, hold up. It's one thing to admit he made a mistake in healing in Bariyan, it's quite another to imply his spells are anything but goodly and helpful. His mouth sets into a thin line. ]

My spells are crafted to be beneficial. It's only the... [ MUST... BE POLITE... ] —Anomaly that finds them otherwise.

[stonefaith]

The anomaly. [ That gets a flat stare. Almost like he's offended.... but then it breaks, and Bariyan casts his stare off to the side, reaching up to tug awkwardly at his stitches. Guiltily. ] Right. I suppose I am the anomaly, even here.