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

oh ok ._. /slinks off

[deadelfwalking]

[sadly, the solemnity returns in short order.] That is good to hear. My people have fallen into vapid, arrogant decadence, and I should not like to see them emulated too closely.

no wait come back :c

[implying]

[ Oh. Well. He's certainly been called that a few times. ]

Ah, well, never you fear. I haven't been home in a while, but I'm sure they're doing quite well back there.

[deadelfwalking]

I should hope so. Great trauma pushed my race into its current corruption, trauma I would not wish on any nation. They are rising out of it, but slowly ... [looking at Vanadi carefully. Really wondering what's going on under the mask.] Not every wound is healed by time, after all.

[implying]

[ That close look is just a liiiiittle uncomfortable. It's easier if people outright ask him to take off his mask, because then he can playfully refuse and that's the end of it. It's the ones that don't that make it harder. But he smiles anyway, tone carefully bright. ]

Not every wound, but most. We Kitrites have seen our share of wars and misfortune, and we're doing quite well so far, I would say!

[deadelfwalking]

[turning his attention back to the tables, he picks up a pair of garishly-colored gloves and turns them over in his hands, looking bemused. He just doesn't understand future fashion. He barely understood the fashion in the City. Softly:] I am glad to hear it.

[implying]

[ hey man, he isn't done with you. He slides on over to stand next to him, one elbow nudging at his side as he looks up. (Entirely unbothered by the cold, since it's the left elbow.) ]

Tell me, does a dead man drink?

[deadelfwalking]

[That's a curiously sharp elbow there, Vanadi ... He responds without looking up.]

Deeply, and often.

[implying]

[ sounds like a personal issue. Not that he's complaining! People are always easier to get close to when drunk. ]

Perhaps you'd like some company?

[deadelfwalking]

[glances at him.] If you're offering it.

[implying]

It seems to me that those of us with appreciation for the finer things really ought to stick together.

[deadelfwalking]

I'm afraid my appreciation has dulled somewhat since I was among the living. [you sure do remind him of his own people, though. He shrugs.] But some vestiges do remain.

[implying]

Well, near enough for me! [ SUCH A CHEERFUL SMILE. Talking to the dead guy about being dead is clearly not anything off-putting here. ] Have you been here long enough to lay claim to a favorite bar? Or perhaps you enjoy a drink in private more?

[deadelfwalking]

[he is certainly more than a little surprised by Vanadi's relentless friendliness.] A bar is not the best place for me at present.

[In the interest of the public comfort, he left Byfrost in the apartment, and being away from it for this long already is making him sick. A man can't go without his soul and expect no consequences.]

[implying]

Well, then private drinks it is. I've always preferred that, really. Perhaps at the apartments?

[deadelfwalking]

[turning away from the tables.] If you'd like. I must return there, regardless.

[implying]

[ yep FOLLOWING there's no escaping this friendliness. ]

I would like. I haven't met my roommates yet, but it makes me think they don't spend much time about to be bothersome. Will this evening do it for you?

[deadelfwalking]

[apparently not! He nods.] I shall meet you there, then. Which room is yours?

[implying]

503, across from the stairwell.

[ And he's about to begin his parting words, but pauses. Frowns. ]

Ah— you may do well to bring a drink with you. I'm [ pretty much broke ] low on them.

[deadelfwalking]

No matter. I have plenty enough for the both of us. [outside of this excursion, it's pretty much all he buys.] This evening, then.

[implying]

Excellent! My thanks. Only one last question, then— do you eat as heartily as you drink?

[deadelfwalking]

[he shakes his head.] No. I don't eat at all.

[implying]

Oh. [ And he deflates just a little. Someone he can't woo with his cooking?? That's disheartening. ] Well— I'll be sure to eat beforehand, then.

[deadelfwalking]

[he shrugs.] You may eat while you drink; I simply would not partake. My body has no use for food, and most of it tastes like ash on my tongue, regardless. [unless it's reaalllly really spicy.]

[implying]

[ well guess who cooks like spices are going out of style. But nonetheless he smiles, shakes his head. ]

That would be decidedly rude, I'd think.

[deadelfwalking]

As you like. [he lifts a hand as he goes.] 'Til the evening.