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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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[In the days where Gran Pulse had been rich, teeming with wildlife and people, there had been market days like this in the bigger cities, the merchants calling out the names of their wares in sing-song voices, high and harmonious. Those days, the people had been skilled at haggling, and although this yard sale as Fang had been told it was, was a poor substitute, a ghost of those days, she had to admit that the folks selling were giving it their all.

It's almost a little too noisy. Her time in crystal sleep has left her a little more sluggish than usual, somewhere caught between dream and awake, and she hasn't shaken off the grogginess just yet. But she imagines it'll pass, in time. She's stopped to look at the glass trinkets, and taps one of the light catchers, smiling at the tinkling sound of it.]

Looks like something Vanille might like.

[There's a loud, warbling cry consisting of only the word "Shamwow!" and her head tilts in that direction. It's exorbitantly priced, for what looks like a piece of blue cloth. She knows better than to equate price with value, but she's curious, and so she heads that way. The light catchers will have to wait, it seems.]

[Kyouko was not, perhaps, the most conscientious with her money (there was food to buy, after all), but she's got enough left over to head to this yard sale. It's a piss poor yard sale, as far as she's concerned, but she supposes in a post-apocalyptic dystopia, beggars can't be choosers.

It was something to do at least, and even in sparse sales, there were bargains to be found. She's doing her best imitation of teenage street punk today: hands stuffed in the pockets of her hoodie, the hood pulled over her head. The effect is somewhat ruined by the pocky stick in her mouth, but details.

She's poking around near the clothing out of idle interest, in the dim hope she might be able to find another hoodie. The one she's wearing will only last so long.]

[ Garage sales were vital to magicians! Or at least, they were to Trucy. She was constantly trying to find new, innovative ways to do what she does. In truth, magic tricks could be kind of repetitive. At least, the easy stuff was. So flashy ways to present the same, hashed trick over and over were necessary.

She's not exactly rich yet, though, so here she is over at the junk table. And this was already a junk sale, so we're talking about some serious compost pile trash. One man's trash is another magician's prop, they always say! She would just have to steer clear of the ShamWow table, no matter how magical she heard it was, it wasn't worth losing her life.. ]

Hmm.. I wonder if I could get a frozen chicken to fit in this toaster..

[ It got kind of annoying, wearing such flashy clothes all the time - but since Trucy had arrived, she hadn't been able to buy anything new and nice. As such, she'd been running around in her gaudy, over the top magician's outfit. Which she really didn't mind so much, but considering she was going to start performing soon, it was vital to find some civvies to Clark Kent in.

Still, Trucy had an eye for the histrionic clothing. She holds up a fuchsia cardigan with tiny bears on it, turning to the nearest person - a rather grungy looking.. girl? around her age. ]

Hey! What do you think about this?

[ Sayaka doesn't have any real reason to be here, but when the alternatives are the same things she's been doing for weeks now (training, more training, and sitting in her apartment) somehow a yard sale manages to seem pretty inviting. The expensive stuff is well out of her reach right now, even if she hasn't been spending a whole lot of money, but there's no harm in checking things out.

She can be generally be found looking at lightcatchers, browsing through the clothing, or side-eyeing the hell out of (and later having a staring contest with) poor Blinky. Apparently she can't get her head around the fact there's a three-eyed fish, even with all the other weird things that have happened so far. ]

[Something about the words 'garage sale' paints the image in Chloe's head of a lovely little suburban town with white picket fences and cheery neighbors selling off the sort of dull, worn out goods that no one in their right mind would let live another wretched, mothball infested day. It's the sort of image that makes her nose crinkle in disgust-- not entirely for the picture-perfect childhood she lacked, but more the idea of buying anyone's trash when there's always the option of just taking it instead. (Or even waiting a month or so until they drop it off on the street corner with the rest of the stuff they're so desperate to forget.)

It's all a bit too naive, a bit too absurd for her tastes.

Still, in a city like this it's no wonder people will take what they can get. And Chloe, ever the opportunist, is here to take what she can get. Not money, or a new coffee table decoration, but information in all its splendid, numerous forms.

She's set herself up a cozy little spot just at the edge of things with a hot cup of coffee and her netbook, but anyone with a well-trained eye not entirely fixated on the various trinkets set out for sale can see she's not really sitting around, browsing the newsfeed.]

[Oh, hey, it's that woman from that post he made where he was totally losing his fucking mind! Well, she had said to let her know how it went ... He approaches her, dressed again in his suit and gloves rather than the armor she saw on the video feed. He pulls down his sunglasses slightly as he speaks.]

Nothing of interest, my lady?

[ Castiel is turning an iPad in his hands, frowning at the tablet as he experiments his way toward understanding the device. This isn't the first time he's handled an unfamiliar piece of technology, and he cradles the thing like it's made of blown glass. Eventually, he gets the hang of it, slender fingers sweeping across the screen as he navigates the network.

Hmm. Sam might find something as portable as this tablet very useful. ]

[Well that's a vast improvement from the last time she saw you, buddy. Chloe looks up at him from the rim of her coffee cup, eyes giving him a thorough scan as she takes in his street clothes. ~~Is that your RP set for Stormwind, sir?~~]

What can I say? I'm a hard customer.

Glad to see you're looking a bit less...[Don't say dead.] ill. Manage to get everything sorted out, then?

Edited 2012-08-20 14:22 (UTC)

[He's always going to look dead, honey. Koltira shrugs.]

As well as it can be, for the present. [he glances back towards the sale, which is rapidly gathering a crowd.] What's your plan, then? Silent observation?

Mmm. That's the idea. [She huffs out an exaggerated sigh.] I'm just not built to wrestle with the more aggressive shoppers.

But what about you? You're dressed a bit too nicely for this party.

[You look pretty built to him, Chloe. He smooths his suit's collar, as though brushing invisible dust from it.] I'm simply wearing what's comfortable. I hope to find more like it, among other things.

What, here? That's unlikely. Clothes like that are hard to come by, I doubt anyone would just be tossing them out for a few pennies.

[As a consequence of having no physical needs or desires outside of alcohol, Koltira has plenty of money.

He's spent the last several days chopping down trees in the forest, and it took him about that long to realize that he has no hammers, nails, or basically any other tool required to actually make use of that lumber. Besides which, he needs some more clothes that aren't plate armor forged from the blood of the old gods.

He'll be wandering around throughout the sale, looking for these things and anything else that might look interesting when set upon a table in a remote log cabin. Presently he's riffling through the clothing racks, hoping to find something about on par with the suit he's currently wearing. Some new shades and a second pair of leather gloves would also be nice.

Muttering:]

There must be something of use in here.

I'm not expecting to pay pennies. I have a decent store of their 'marques', though I do wonder if anyone here still values pure gold. [cos he has that, too.]

[Did you say 'gold'? You did, didn't you.]

Oh now wait just a moment. Where did you manage to dig up something like that around here?

[All he wants is that acoustic guitar, and he's going to get it. He hurries to the table it's sitting against once the shiny wood catches his eye, and immediately asks after the price. Gosh, that's steep. But maybe he can haggle a little bit.]

I can definitely help you around your house. I'm strong, see?

[he picks up the entire table of goods with one hand, then sets it back down gently.] --so. How about it?

[ Sayaka's looking at the glass things in much the same way when the cry goes up - there's enough of the light catchers that she isn't too worried about missing out, so curiosity wins and she heads towards the unassuming blue cloth. After a minute of just staring skeptically, she realizes there's someone standing next to her, and turns to question Fang to confirm she's really seeing this. ]

It's just a piece of cloth, right? [ What is being subtle. ] Do they seriously think someone's gonna pay that much for it?

[ Little do they know... ]

[he raises an eyebrow at her.] Nowhere. I had it on my person when I was taken from Azeroth. Gold is our primary currency.

You know, I think I might just know where to find clothes that are exactly your type.

[THE EYEBROW REMAINS IN PLACE.] Really.

[This was as good an opportunity as any to finally make use of the currency she'd been given. In fact, she'd already spotted out a few items she was willing to purchase! It was an unusual feeling, honestly, being able to spend so much on herself. But she would've been quite the fool indeed to have passed on such an opportunity.

Additional clothing went without saying, and she was also eyeing a lone kitchen knife.

No other kitchenware, just the knife.

In fact, she picked up it and ran her index finger along the edge, taking an awful long time with just looking and taking note of each detail.

Clothing and questionable interest in sharp objects was all well and good, but there was one more thing that had caught Alice's attention:

That tea set.]

Edited 2012-08-20 15:23 (UTC)

Really.

[She takes another long sip of her coffee.] It might work best if we shop together. Just for a little while.

Oh? I thought you didn't care for anything here.

Edited 2012-08-20 15:26 (UTC)

I know, right? Absolutely amazing how quickly my attention can be purchased.

[STARE.]

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OPEN: get in the car we're going shopping

fang! open, all over the place! (also, a+++ for the mean girls quote)

kyouko, open

trucy, open!

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sayaka, open

Party crasher Chloe, totally open and judging you.

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Castiel, open to all!

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Koltira Deathweaver, open

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Zelgadis, open

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Alice Liddell, open to all

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