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

[invocation]

[Kyouko does not smile back. She only stares from under her hood: eyes narrowed, her hands stuffed in her pockets.] What kinda weird place d'you come from?

[andhishat]

[She takes absolutely zero offense, because yeah, her world is pretty damn weird and she knows it.] One with giant evil floating eyeballs, kill happy talking swords, and zombies who rise from the grave to complain about their funeral arrangements.

[All said with a totally straight face]

[invocation]

Sounds like a videogame. [Which is a surprisingly apt assessment.]

Well, I ain't someone givin' out "quests," or whatever. This is just what I wear.

[andhishat]

A what now? [Very appropriate. However, she has no idea what that word means]

I'm glad, I don't think I could take another expedition to clean rats or kobolds out of someone's kitchen. It is a good look for you though.

[invocation]

[Ah, people from different eras. People or...whatever this lady was supposed to be. She didn’t think elves counted as human.] It’s a game you... [An annoyed sigh.] Never mind.

[She’s not entirely sure if this lady is serious, or just screwing with her. Both seem like viable possibilities.] ...Right, whatever.

[andhishat]

[Eyebrow raise] Games I'm very familiar with. Videos, less so. [Only half-elf actually. Makes her half human.]

[Apparently she's screwing with her by telling the truth.] Well, if you change your mind about giving quests, I'm Reya, mage and adventurer.

[invocation]

I bet there's stuff you can read about it. I ain't interested in explainin'. [In other words, Kyouko is not the best person to ask for information on the mysterious concept of videogames. Or well. Anything.

The introduction makes Kyouko raise an unimpressed eyebrow.] Sure. Okay.

[andhishat]

Reading, I suppose I can do that. [Troll smiling again. She's a mage who grew up in a library, reading is her life]

Drat, I was hoping for at least an eyeroll with that one. [Teenagers are fun]

[invocation]

[That does make her roll her eyes. She stuffs her hands in her pockets, and affects a posture of utter indifference.] Don't you got something better to do, lady?

[Conversation skills are not something Kyouko places much stock in, clearly.]