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

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha waits for her to pay, since she is interrupting a transaction here and it's the most polite thing she can do. ]

Every time someone steals a bus, it gets blown up. I think I'll wait for something I know how to drive. [ she really misses her father's car, despite everything. she's the designated driver among her friends. if she could come into this place with one thing, it wouldn't be her phone. but as much fun as it is to dwell on what she doesn't have here, she'll focus on what is here - and that's this scooter and this girl. ]

So, it's kind of pointless to say you're going to ride that scooter out of here, yeah?

[studieswaitressing]

...yeah, that's not on the agenda. Having a little transportation doesn't hurt in this place, though.

[She wheels the scooter away soon enough, pleased that it doesn't look like it's going to take petrol or anything like that in it. Once they're out of earshot of the vendor, she smirks.]

Sorry about that. Didn't want the locals wising up yet.