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

[flynninomite]

[ Oh, so she does care then. Good to know. Flynn, of course, is slightly startled by the bullet hitting the table right next to his hand, but when he turns around he's wearing a shit-eating grin. ]

Really, love, you've got to watch that temper of yours - someone could get hurt. [ What he means to say is "there's our girl", but the artificial follow-up to Koltira's chastising works about as well. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

[ The defender's gone in the blink of an eye, arms folded neatly-- innocently-- behind her back. The fuss from the noise of it all doesn't concern her, she's standing next to that ridiculously massive death machine named Koltira; if someone's going to get suspicious, she's not the one that'll be getting the first glance.]

Yeah. Shame that one didn't. Might've evened out the asshole ratio.

[deadelfwalking]

[goddammit, Chloe, he is trying to operate on the down-low here!]

You will not do that again.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe's about to protest when she remembers that Koltira is the one keeping a pile of gold with her name on it. A client's a client, and the last thing she wants is to blow this without getting her reward for a job well done while having to shoulder the howler monkey named Harry Flynn.

She lifts her hand, eyeing the tips of her fingernails as if they're suddenly the most interesting thing in her life.]

All right, all right. Next time I'll use a knife instead.

[flynninomite]

[ General threats and bodily harm, he can handle - it's the personal remarks that get under his skin. Chloe shooting at him? That's just fun. ]

Oh, I hope that's a promise. You know I could never say no to your knife tricks.

[ That probably means exactly what you think it means. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira doesn't have an inherent bias against humans, but goddamn you two are making him cultivate one!]

The apartments are nearby. Perhaps you two should adjourn to them.

[totallytrustworthy]

Not a chance.

[Even Koltira gets a glare for that comment. JFC elfman, she just wants her money, she did you a FAVOR. One that was more trouble than it should've been, by the way.] Focus. Focus here for two seconds, all right? Payment. When can I expect it.

[flynninomite]

[ Flynn just winks at Koltira as if to say 'she loves it' and oh my god sometimes it is actually painful to write such horrific douchebaggery ANYWAY, Flynn perks up a bit at the mention of payment. Now that's definitely familiar territory. ]

Well now, you certainly don't waste time. Already working angles in the brave new world? [ Implication: he wants in, lady. He would kill for a job or two to keep busy. ]

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[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe's expression can only be described as utterly indignant after someone has the nerve to ask for a job just after belittling her in front of a fucking client.

That face-- you know the one that Bert makes on those Sesame Street reaction gifs? Yeah, he's getting that look.]

Was trying to, yeah. Thanks for noticing.