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initiates NPCs ([personal profile] initiatesnpc) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-08-20 07:26 am

OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

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
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[personal profile] andhishat 2012-08-23 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadly I can understand the mentality.

[She smiles, a little wistful, running her fingers over one stone. They'd look better on the woman she is talking to, regal and strong, unlike a too short too thin mage with pointy ears]

You never know when you might need something, so you always hesitate to throw it away, in the process piling up a lot of junk.

[She looks down and smiles at the huge dog next to Elissa. She'd always wanted a familiar, but could never find the time or the right scroll]