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

[totallytrustworthy]

I can find just about anything anywhere. Found a Buddhist relic in the middle of the ocean, on a pirate ship, without a gun to fend off the rest of the pack.

That said, finding you another load of clothes that don't smell like ass might be a more of a challenge.

[trustycrowbar]

[Oh lord help them he's poking through the clothes again... Well okay, those jeans don't look too bad... in a grungy, cyberpunk future-fashion, kind of, uh... well okay, they're groady as hell.]

Yup, the Library of Alexandria is probably easier to find.

[He stops browsing enough to consider...]

...Uh, you haven't actually found the Library of Alexandria yet, have you?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Don't tempt her, Gordon. Don't tempt her.]

Never bothered to look. Now, if I was paid to, that'd be a different story.

[Chloe picks through another batch, her less than pleased expression a sign of just how well this hunt is going.] You so owe me a drink for this.

[trustycrowbar]

Depends on what you find. [No it doesn't.] Oh... what the hell. What do you say on the way back we stop off somewhere?

[A hole-riddled pair of slacks, a frayed belt, a t-shirt that says "I'm just here for the party"... Oh hey, look, one of those fuzzy logging hats with the ear-flaps! Hahah. Nope.]

Unless, of course, you've got something more important to do.

[totallytrustworthy]

Too important to spend a few minutes with you? Can't imagine what would be so pressing.

[She catches a whiff of someone's old, sweat-stained workout shirt and looks about ready to gag.] Ugh. Oh god. I've been near carcasses that smelled better than this.

Can't we just let this one slide and fetch some proper clothes from a store that's not so...disgusting?

[trustycrowbar]

What, no peoples to barter with? No place that desperately needs spelunking?

[He talks big, but he's staring intently at potholders to avoid looking directly at her. He only looks up at her reaction to the bear-carcass workout shirt.]

...You know what? You're right. And I'd have to WEAR anything we fish out of here... [Seriously. Ugh.] Let's get out of here, Somewhere where the pickings are better. But first, I think I definitely owe you a drink now.

[totallytrustworthy]

Sweetheart, if digging through garbage was as entertaining or rewarding as digging through Mayan ruins, my childhood would've been a lot more interesting.

[The bins are pushed away and she wipes the palms of her hands on her pants a few times for good measure.]

Yes. Yes you do.

[trustycrowbar]

Well then! After you, madame.

[He waves her ahead.]

And while we're there--if you get bored of making fun of my fashion sense anyway--you can tell me about how you got off that pirate ship.

[The one with the Buddhist relic, remember?]