Event | Yard Sale!

[ironwood]

Characters: Come one, come all!
Date: July 21st - July 27th
Location: The City of Keeliai
Situation: The rationing is officially lifted and the kedan are celebrating by conducting one citywide yard sale! Think big! Think small! Think tribbles! Think all!
Warnings/Rating: Tribbles. Lots of tribbles. Please indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

The morning of the 21st kicks off with heralds roving about the city of Keeliai to declare that the rationing edict has been lifted and that citizens no longer have to contribute one-fifth of their productions (juulan or physical goods) to the communal stores maintained by the police force. These announcements trigger a state of celebration across the city as kedan drag months worth of hoarded items to the street to sell, steal, or trade in a wave of mercantile goodness that stretches for nearly a week. Not even the rising tide of tribbles seems to dampen their spirit, with kedan citywide finding new and inventive uses for the fuzzy paperweights.

Characters are free to do as they will during this event, with police oversight relaxed in the aftermath of the long rationing and strained relations. Impromptu sales out of suites will rarely be inspected and purchase made elsewhere are no longer monitored. Everyone is taking a breath of fresh air, so to speak, and most do not want their first fun in months to be ruined.

OOC: See the OOC announcement for details and this post for subheaders in which you may wreak havoc celebrate the lifting of the rationing. Feel free to start your own thread header if you like! <3

Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector | Other

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FIRE SECTOR

[ironwood]

[The luxuries of Keeliai are broken out first, with fine bottles of wine and carefully secreted boxes of chocolate laid out on offer beside gold inlaid jewellery cases and the finest tapestries that money can buy. These kedan have been most discerning about what they retained and their fine tastes are reflected in the deals that they tender with each new passerby.Meanwhile, the lucious services of the Fire Sector have taken to the streets, spreading invitations to the brothels and bars for discounted dates and drinks.

Tribbles here are, by far and large, served en flambé and en masse, with the flames barely able to keep up with the tender delicacies. Oh, and tender they are! Wine-marinated tribbles become a thing as a the week goes on, as well as some fashionable tribble-toupees made from shaven specimens and pieced together for this new fashion statement. Live ones are tossed and traded in shows of entertainment, but let us not forget the bath house at the far north corner of this sector that offers a tribble-sponge bath at the hands of their lovely kedan staff.]

Pepper Potts

[the_other_eight]

[Pepper is, of course, taking particular care in what she buys. She'll put away several fine bottles of wine for the day (if)when Tony returns. She knows she needs to always have the apartment stocked properly even if he isn't there. Looking over the other wares in the hopes that she can find a few small gifts for friends. She'll be sure to pick up a few very nice but also sensible hairpins for The Archive. Something she knows that she herself might like. After all, the girl is living with her for the time being, it's only right to bring something back for her.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She wasn't exactly looking for wine, per say, but Zatanna just happened to be in the area when she caught sight of Pepper.]

Stocking up?

Lord Henry | OPEN

[epigrammatical]

[That the controls on luxury goods have been relaxed is both good news and bad news for Henry; on one hand, getting a decent bottle of wine is no longer a near impossibility, but on the other, a sideline that had been proving pleasantly lucrative is on the way out, and keeping himself in the manner to which he's become accustomed will be more difficult. He will retain an advantage for a little while yet, since the tobacco market has not yet returned to its pre-rationing state, but once it does—well. Something will have to be done.

Meanwhile, though, he's enjoying the festival atmosphere, bargaining for the things that he finds charming and chatting with acquaintances as he makes his way through the fire sector.

He has not yet, however, acquired a taste for roast tribble, and is in no hurry to do so.]

[dustonmyfeet]

[He may not have yet acquired a taste for roast tribble, but that does not mean that the tribbles will not come to him. A deep brown tribble sails out of the blue, bouncing neatly off Lord Henry's pate.]

[Most undignified!]

[Toph is probably somewhere nearby in order to hear the reaction, but who blames the innocent blind girl?]

[candystriped]

[ Someone's in an almost-astoundingly bright mood today and seeing Henry on the street decides to head over to him. ]

Hello!

Re: Lord Henry | OPEN

[structuraldefect]

[He's just an average, humble looking priest, so what Kirei's doing browsing the wine collections is a bit of a mystery. He's something of a collector, himself, although given recent circumstances named Gilgamesh he feels he may find himself low on supplies. Best to stock up early, in this case.]

Excuse me, do you have any recommendations?

[He says to Henry near one of the stalls.] I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. [Sheepish sounding.]

[depicted]

[Good food and drink is everything. Since the start of the start of the rationing, Dorian has been painfully reminded of just how much he hated the food restrictions during World War II. Now? Now he is going to devour everything available. This has nothing to do with sustenance and everything to do with the sensory as he samples chocolate, tribble delicacies, and all the best wine. Friends will be encouraged to join him in this tribute to his long-neglected sense of taste.]

[raptorcanaria]

[Food! Food that is delicious! Dinah is doing much the same as Dorian, flitting from sampler to sampler, putting all the things in her mouth. She catches sight of him just as she's tasting a Tribble delicacy that tastes something like peanut.

Not knowing him, but wanting to share the experience with the first foreigner she sees, she waves him over.]

Try this.

[cowled]

[There are few things that Bruce can't forgive, socially. Dorian's mercurial tantrum isn't the sort of thing that could inspire Bruce to eschew his company entirely, although some level of distance would likely be expected of his alter ego. A playboy with a bruised ego.

Pretending to be one thing pretending to be another has always been an interesting challenge. Acting didn't come naturally to Bruce, that was Alfred's hand in his training. When he was young and gallivanting across the world to learn the skillset that would eventually turn him into the Batman, he often chose cover stories that he now finds laughable or completely transparent. How many people, he wonders, knew him for what he was then? Too many. Wildcat was oblivious until they were pitted against each other in the arena. Small favour. Ducard always did. And Zatara.

But not Dorian. Bruce isn't sure if that's a testament to his own abilities, or to Dorian's tendencies to be self-absorbed. Either way it necessitates a balancing act. To maintain distance, but just enough. Because despite everything, Bruce does enjoy his company. It's no doubt a product of all the time he's spent around immortals, exacerbated by the fact that Dorian's damned charming.

So Bruce reaches out for something off the same tray Dorian's sampling, and he offers a smile that contains a little of that expectedly bruised ego.]

Dorian, I didn't expect to see you here today. How've you been?

Tarrlok // Open

[disfavored]

[Since he'd gotten here, he hadn't exactly been living in luxury; the fact that his suite was nice was about his only consolation, but his lifestyle was a huge step down from what he'd enjoyed at home. And, unfortunately, he didn't anticipate ever reaching his former level of glory again, now that he'd confessed to his wrongdoings and especially since so many people were sympathetic to his brother's cause.

But, that didn't mean he couldn't indulge himself once in a while, and the end of the rationing seemed like a good time to do it. He didn't have a huge amount of money saved up yet, but he could at least get a few things that might make him seem affluent to others. He stood alone, examining a few pieces of jewelry.]

[trainwrecked]

[Bucky's mostly fine, by now. And, after so long of hostility, he's just glad to be out and about without getting glares from the kedan. Even if another memory is - fresh in his mind, right now.]

[But, mostly, he's cheerfully mulling around, looking at the wares offered... and not, for the moment, keeping an eye out for tribbles. Which is why he practically slips on one that rolled under his foot.]

[The loss of balance only lasts a moment, but he reaches out a hand to steady himself - against somebody's arm. Then he lets go, looking over to apologize.]

Hey, I'm sorry, didn't mean to jostle you-- oh. Hey!

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack recognizes Tarrlok from the couple of times they've spoken on the network, remembering that the man had once mentioned a council for Foreigners. Rather ironic given all that had occurred in recent weeks. ]

Looking for something in particular?

Hayley Stark → for Lex Luthor (CLOSED)

[everylittlegirl]

[Hayley has been up since fairly early for a teenage girl and immediately set out to wander the streets. She looks a little tired as a result, but still moves with the same confidence and energy as always. For once, she has ditched her red jacket and instead wanders around in simple jeans and a gray tank-top, her messenger bag slung across her chest.

By late morning, she has made her way to the Fire Sector, her bag showing signs of items acquired with its weight and slightly lumpy shape, but the girl shows no signs of slowing. She's stopped at a stall to admire a bottle of wine, the kedan commenting that she's underage and Hayley insisting it's for a friend, trying to purchase the damn thing.]

[ihope]

[He told himself he had to get to learn the locals if he wanted to get their juulan some day, granted he doesn't soon find a way back home. So he dresses up in the casual Keeliain wear he scoured for on his first day here, not to say it isn't still a step above what most would consider market wear. The Fire Sector's caught his interest and kept it since the first introductory tour. He figures that if there's anything he'll want to grab it will be from there-- walking there from where he'd been contracting certain tribble extermination services in the Metal Sector, he eyes a car or two and wishes for his Porsche.]

[But the alien goods here are fine enough to get his mind off of it. The qualities are different from what he knows- textures are different, measures are strange, and Lex can't help but feel even a little bit patronized when the inevitable vendor comes up and feels the need to inform him of how well are his wares. Sparks of irritability are easy to shrug off in the celebratory atmosphere. Speaking of celebrations, there's a distinct something his tongue had been missing since he arrived on the turtleback. He wanders from stall to stall, almost pausing at none until he finds himself almost making a beeline for-]

[and, well, won't you look at that.]

He's right. You are too young. [Not that he knows by heart or by any extent the laws of the shapeshifting blobs, but Lex offers the vendor a disarming smile all the same- turns to Hayley and the smile becomes almost playful. But scolding. Somewhat. Funny how that works, but she is being stupid in thinking she could get away with buying the bottle with that excuse. He wonders vaguely what's bulging in her bag, if she's done this successfully elsewhere. Well, kudos to her if she has but he's not her keeper. He takes the bottle into his hands, earning him a wary look from the kedan and Lex assures him he won't buy it for her.]

So who exactly were you trying to buy this wine for? I'll take it. [That last bit is directed to the vendor, of course. Of course.] I'll be shocked if you say it's for a boyfriend.

Open!

[insecrets]

[Finnick's not entirely interested in the wares being broken out for this occasion. He's not much of a drinker as it is, and he doesn't particularly have anyone to shower expensive gifts with. Katniss isn't really classy, after all. It'd be a waste of juulan.

The invitation to come to a brothel is... tempting, though, and he stops to speak with a few of the kedan who offer them to him. One even offers to hire him, to which he laughs at, seemingly unbothered by it.

The bath house, though. Now that's something that sounds like a worthy endeavor, even if he's pretty sure that he doesn't want one of the tribbles being rubbed all over him.]

[candystriped]

[ Finnick wasn't the only one that the enterprising kedan were trying to hire, as a pair of them seemed quite enthusiastic about her hair and the fact that she's already dressed like a ruffle fetishist's dream. ]

I said no already, so fuck off!

Temeraire | OPEN

[dracobin]

[The rich fabrics and gleaming jewellery of his home sector glitter in the sunlight, and Temeraire is drawn to them, as ever, like a moth to flame. It is easier to push the darker thoughts from his mind out in the day, surrounded by beautiful and expensive things, even if he knows perfectly well he cannot afford most of it.

At present he is perusing a table laden with chocolates, a skewer containing nearly a dozen spiced and roasted tribbles clutched in his claws.]

open!

[loveandloyalty]

[Good wine. Ah, how Renly has missed good wine. He's accustomed to a cup of Arbor red with supper, a luxury he and Loras haven't had since their arrival, and though he's trying to manage their money sensibly, he thinks a bottle of wine would cheer them both up a little and let them momentarily forget that one of their realm's enemies has showed her face here again, and might possibly have her dragon.

So, while he's troubled, he's determined not to show it, and can be found at a wine stall, successfully fending off being ripped off simply because he knows a lot about wine.] No, no, that red is cheap, sour swill, pawn it off on someone with less discerning tastes. I am looking for something sweeter, perhaps with cherry notes.

Open!

[dustonmyfeet]

[There is wealth to be had in the Fire Sector . . . and Toph aims to claim some of it.]

[It's an old game; she's done it before . . . but old fascinations die hard, and the lure of fooling idiots out to fool others is strong. Toph seeks out the darker corners of the yard sale -- places where the kedan bet horded wealth in the hopes to horde even more, gambling at games of dice and shells. There she plays at what others so easily judge her to be: A little girl, tiny and frail and blind (and therefore innocent and gullible), hiding shyly among the crowds of larger kedan to listen to their games.]

[Her timing is right; the kedan are jovial in the wake of Malicant's defeat, so puffed up, confident, and open enough to foreigners that the tiny girl is not considered a threat whatsoever. Laughingly, they invite her to join their dice game, cracking jokes.]

[Blinking and wide-eyed, she kneels, gropes for the dice, tossing off a couple rudimentary questions about how she should even play. She's good at the innocence; they laugh louder, offer to spot her a juulan or two. Cupping the dice in her palm, she rolls. Tosses. The dice spin through the air.]

( open: ) Gilgamesh

[effulge]

[ If he is not to be known by sight, then he will be known by how he presents himself, now.

In the advent of his abilities returning, Gilgamesh spent no time reclaiming his usual appearances, and there is no doubt upon this day that the King is entirely foreign. Whether it is marked at a glance at his clothing, or the wear of his jewelry – his manner and posture, all variables indicated a way of upbringing that had no reflection in any district. Even still, he appears to search through the offered wares with unquestionable authority. His tastes are discerning, immensely so, and every now and again his fingers deign to skim the gilded surfaces of jewelry boxes or the slim necks of wine bottles.

When he purchases an object, it is rare. Where the coin has arisen from is uncertain, but there is little doubt that this man has always lived lavishly; any who would later know him, of course, would assume immediately it was never of his personal stores. After all, when all is his to spend, he will not allot his treasury upon what is scattered at his feet. Not when he need not have to. There are many other means to summon up the required amounts - and there are many means to achieve those amounts, through exchanges wholly undetermined by most.

But, in the flourishing of restricted goods comes the realization that (upon this day) he is bound to be less profitable than he would care for. He knows still little of how much the residents possess of the previously illicit goods, but the numbers indicate a drop - and turn his mind toward potentialities and inevitability. Even when he permits a merchant here and there conversation (though, decidedly remotely), he appears occupied.

But, perhaps, not occupied enough when he roughly toes the newer irritants - a kind of pest, are they? - out of his way with a smart tap with the toe of his shoe. ]

Midii Une

[unetrustworthy]

[It was almost surreal, how frivilous and lavish everything suddenly was. Fine wine. Candies. Jewelry. Decorations. Midii had only ever seen these kinds of things on television sets in her home town. Heard about the lives that the wealthy led while she and her kind were forced to scrounge for what passed for a decent meal.]

[She almost got angry. Then she started wondering how much of it she could bring back with her, to Papa and the boys. Of course, that was assuming she could go home.]

[For a time, the eleven-year-old will be found hanging back. Watching. Taking note of the roasting tribbles over the open flames. Of the people passing. Everything.]

Stocking | Open

[candystriped]

[ Stocking certainly looks to be in her element if the stack of bags next to her and the beamingly wide smile are any indication as she takes a break to enjoy one of those chocolate stashes she purchased. The abundance of pedestrian traffic means that seating areas are at a premium and she's holding down a sizable table by herself. For those who are used to getting her cranky and snark on the consoles, this might be a time to actually hold a real conversation with her? ]

[funkindofwicked]

[She's been flying around since she got her powers back, but Tea had not bothered until now to just walk through the sector where she lived. It's weirder than she thought and so far the only nice thing is the smell of all that cooked tribble meat. She's shut out a lot of her super hearing, trying to avoid listening to the things as they coo and make noises that must be some form of hypnosis to be fucking with her emotions as they have been. She's still going around, getting food, looking at jewelry that she doesn't have the money to buy because why not?

That doesn't stop her from being shocked when someone comes up to her and offers her an invitation to one of the brothels, which in her mood--that she will never admit is lighter and happier than she usually is--she mistakes as something else entirely.] Did you just offer me a job at a sex house? You guys recruit out in the open like this?

[What is wrong with this place? Someone might want to step in before she punches a kedan out of sheer confusion.]

JASON 'LATE TO THE PARTY' TODD | open

[redjay]

[He is so not eating tribble meat. It's just wrong, man. It feels wrong. It's like eating a cat, and he had a cat once. And by had, he means there was a stray and he kinda fed it on Fridays when he could. Jason is not wearing his way too distinguished red hoodie for once and sporting the local fashion. He also hasn't shaved in a few days, ew.

Besides side eyeing the tribble meat vendors, Jason can be found doing one of the things he likes doing sometimes because it's fun to get away with it.

Pickpocketing! Advanced pickpocketing takes skills and incredible need. Or boredom. His is a bit of both. He's picking out kedan with certain sharp things in their pockets and taking them for his own. Is that a knife sneaked in the back of that kedan's waistband? Yoink. He won't be needing that. Feel free to catch him and call him out on it, or maybe learn from him.]