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

[ladyspitfire]

[Oh, OH, he's being spoken about. He likes that. He bounds over and hops around in front of the girl in the wheelchair, his small tail wagging so hard that his entire rear end is wobbling. He's a sight; well-muscled and looking like the fighting dog he is, he's an absolute mush when it comes to new, kind people who might indulge him.

His bonded master, of course, just grins at the display.]

He's a Mabari war hound from my home. You'd never guess it from how he parades himself around, but he doesn't hesitate to take someone's arm off.

He won't hurt you, of course.

[She looks the girl over.]

...Might I ask what you're sitting in?

[whatsupcroc]

[ Collette's trying to rub the fur on the dog's head as soon as he wiggles in reach, amazed at his sheer size. Hearing he can take an arm off doesn't seem remotely out of the question. ]

He's a big bear of a dog! Hey boy, do you like ear scratching? I bet you do.

[ Collette's happy to indulge the dog, as long as he's within reach. She grins up at Elissa, one hand patting her armrest with familiarity. ]

This thing? Something borrowed, as well as something new. All I need is something blue, and I'm set!

[ ... To get married. She wrinkles her nose. Hanging out with Lym is making her thoughts go all weird. ]

It's called a wheelchair.