exsiliumlogs | 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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It's already one blender and toaster short.

Does she have a name? You must've lived with her for quite a while now. Long enough for introductions.

They weren't from the kitchen. Mostly.

Dr. Gordon. Actually one of two that I know here, which is kind of weird. I'm always either surrounded by doctors or Gordons, apparently.

Edited 2012-10-14 00:04 (UTC)

I'm thinking you mean they simply weren't from your kitchen.

I can't say I've met her. Or any other Gordon, for that matter.

Well, probably, but I also mean they were only partially from my kitchen. I can't help it if nobody else knows how to make appliances efficiently.

Maybe the Initiative likes Gordons.

I wouldn't call a murderous blender 'efficient', unless its intended purpose was something other than making smoothies.

It seems they like doctors, too.

I don't know - smoothie in twelve seconds flat is pretty efficient.

Yeah, not as happy about that.

I prefer waiting an additional fifteen and keeping all of my fingers intact.

But you're happy about the Gordons?

Maybe I enjoy my appliances to have multiple, applications. Diversity is the word of the decade.

Gordons I can leave or take. Doctors tend to follow you around.

OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

are you going to put me on the grill

that's one way to have fun with a grill

sobs

i tried for so long to come up with a bend over + grill lines pun but failed

please don't bend me over the grill that sounds painful and dangerous

yeah see that was why it didn't work

i don't even know what's going on in this subject line conversation anymore

a distinct lack of subtlety