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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WOOD SECTOR

[ironwood]

[There are more books and blank journals available here than any other sector, with many kedan offering charcoal pencils alongside parchments that they sell to the curious Foreigners. The subjects vary from crude poetry to elegant histories of the kedan in Keeliai to simple recipe books -- including a few hastily scribbled ones that outline early and best cooking tips for the tribbles that haunt the turtle at the moment.

Speaking of... Tribble pie is the newest luxury in the Wood Sector, made with smoked tribble meat and succulent vegetables harvested and hoarded with care. Smoked tribble, in general, has taken the sector by storm and a variety of restaurants are offering it in dozens of different forms and flavours. Pelts can be seen stretched over small frames and many kedan share plans to make slippers and sleek gloves from the pelts once they are cured.]

[neverginger]

[If there's one thing the Doctor loves to do, it's explore. He's been around the Wood Sector, and some of the others, but he hasn't really been able to do as much as he'd like. He plans to go out, but instead finds himself in the middle of a block party sort of thing.]

Well, that's fun, isn't it?

[It's more to himself than anyone else, but he grins as he looks around at all the activity around him. Looks like he'll get his adventure after all.]

[the_other_eight]

[Pepper is looking through notebooks, having decided to pick up a few extras. With the lack of technology here she's been going through a disturbing amount of notebooks since her arrival. She's been keeping everything in a hard copy and filing it away. It's almost become habit at this point.

When she hears the low toned comment from The Doctor she can't help turning to look. She knows that he's talking to himself. There's no one around that he would clearly be talking to, but that doesn't mean that she can't answer.]

Is this your first time in the markets?

[It's not accusatory, just slightly curious in her soft toned sort of way. Pepper is dressed down today and looks far less fierce then normal. She's in a pair of simple pants and a dress shirt. Her hair is down over her shoulders.]

[refusing]

[Rose is so very grateful for the opportunity all this provides, to explore and have things be almost like they're used to. It provides a welcome distraction from everything that's gone on around them, and it puts her more at ease and into feeling just like her old self. So she's a ball of radiant energy as she approaches the Doctor, her little pet tribble on a makeshift leash harness as it rests on her shoulder. Yep. It gets to go out for walks with them. ]

It's just perfect, isn't it?

[Her eyes are on a nearby vendor with notebooks and pencils, and she glances up at the Doctor with a grin as she takes hold of his hand and drags him on over with her.]

OTA!!

[excessivehubris]

[Charles had started in the Water Sector, laughing and enjoying the gaiety exhibited by the kedan. The food and drink had been quite welcome and Charles had carefully avoided the attempts to unclog drains of tribbles but he'd enjoyed watching!

The songs lifted the spirits and he had casually ghosted his mind along the kedan, just taking a quick peek and confirming that the outward expression of exultation was genuine. It was good to see, especially after the past weeks of fear and distrust.

Eventually, cane in hand to lean upon, Charles' travels had taken him from Water towards Wood. He'd picked up comments (both spoken and mental) of books to be found in this sector and he was definitely curious.

Not long after passing through the first couple of stalls, Charles wished he'd have a knapsack or some similar bag to store books in. He began to pick up book, after book, poetry and history mostly, eventually he had to set his purchases down with a friendly stall owner while he went to find and purchase a bag.

The saying, beggars can't be choosers? Well, that is how Charles came to be sporting a hand knitted bag done in bright pink, orange and more pink yarns. It most certainly stood out and he was quite easy to spot but it was also quite serviceable as he continued to fill it with books and journals.]

[escarabajo]

[Wow, you could see that bag from space.

[correction, JAIME REYES: human optical capabilities insufficient; object could not be seen outside of the range of EARTH's atmosphere]

...Man, Scarab, you really need to work on learning your figures of speech.

Idle thoughts about the fashion choices of passersby aside, Jaime's poking around the shops looking for books. Now that the kedan are far more welcoming to the foreigners, he's hoping to score something a bit more substantial than the cheesy book of poetry he'd bought his first day here. And, er, maybe someone kind enough to help him actually read it, but that's another story. Jaime casts another glance at that ridiculous bag over his shoulder before turning back to the shelf of books he's perusing. It's rude to stare, after all, and he's got more important stuff to do than people watch.]

found you!

[witchnotwarlock]

[He'd been wandering around, looking at everything. Occasionally eating. He sometimes wanted to ask them if some of the tribble treats were kosher compliant, but obviously that would be a joke only one would laugh at.

But his brother was living in the Wood sector, while Billy was in Fire, so he wanted to see where he was living. Or, at least see what the sector was like. But in the Wood sector, they were selling books. And books. And more books.

Billy didn't think he'd find comic books around here, but he could use something to read/look at. And he wanted to get a journal as well, something for him to write in. But maybe he needed a bag eventually.]

That's a really interesting bag. [Billy commented when he was standing next to the other man, giving him a grin. Maybe not that bag.]

[littlecousin]

[Nita's wings haven't grown back enough to manage more than slowing a fall, but her endurance has returned to the point where she has no problem wandering around the city, barefoot, getting herself lost, and cheerfully hemorrhaging money.]

Hey, Professor, do you need a hand?

[She's come prepared, and has slung over one shoulder an enormous canvas tote bag with bits of brightly-colored fabric sticking out the top, plus a purse on the other side, into which she's in the process of stuffing a book even as she approaches him. Shopping is something she's very good at.]

[constants]

[ Ivy runs into him while gathering books herself. She's got a significant armful, and doesn't seem to be stopping either. Normally she'd give no more than a nod at any other Foreigner, but she decides to actually stop and say hello to him. Plus that's a sort of cute bag. ]

Hello, Charles. I like your bag.

[heartofgraces]

[Asbel's searching for specific things, between Wood and Earth sector; Flower seeds. He speaks to Kedan, tells them what he's trying to achieve, buy seeds and takes advice from those who seem interested in his idea, and at least one Kedan misunderstands terribly and saddles him with a ridiculously oversized bouquet and orders to tell him 'how it goes'.

Which leaves Asbel wandering through wood sector with an armful of flowers. He is more than willing to hand them over to any passerby. Maybe even insistent. Please help.]

[escarabajo]

[...Is that a bouquet with a pair of legs.

Jaime, back from helping out at the mechanic's, comes across Asbel-- or, rather, goes around Asbel so as not to cause a minor flower avalanche-- and tries to peer around the mass of blooms in his arms.]

Uh, are you okay holding all of those by yourself?

[raptorcanaria]

Asbel?

[Dinah noticed the flowers first of course. But when she recognizes the person carrying them, she backs up a couple of steps to stop him.]

Did you buy a florist's?

[loveandloyalty]

[Renly is out browsing through the books, looking for anything that isn't too stuffy and boring (books are for maesters, but he does enjoy the occasional bit of poetry, and the recipe books are highly welcome considering the only dish he's mastered is scrambled eggs). He's already sporting a linen bag with some nice pieces of clothing and a few little trinkets neatly tucked inside; no matter how wary he was about leaving the house with a Targaryen about, some things just needed to be picked up for the suite.

He's idly flipping through a small recipe book when he spots... what seems to be a walking armful of flowers, and pauses curiously. As soon as there's an indication that Asbel is underneath it, though, he laughs and sets the book down, weaving his way through the crowd toward him.] If I did not know better, I would say a meadow has come alive to walk amongst us. You look as if you could use some help. What in the world are all those flowers for?

[depicted]

[Dorian is not one to pass up sales of pencil and parchment. Given what he tends to do with his spare time, he is snapping up piles both of blank journals and the most charming of the kedan texts. He juggles that in one arm (there is a distinct risk of falling books if he is caught off-guard or crashed into) and if Dorian knows you, he may attempt to convince you that you really want to help him carry these back to his suite, please?]

[oathwalk]

[None of these recipe books are Cooking For Dirty Feudalists but Richard is doing his best. He searches out one with more simple recipes. Also, every book that mentions anything about cooking with natto.

This time, he is also accompanied by a . . . well, some kind of pack beast, with a swan-like neck, lizard frills behind its head, and toes from which it hisses whenever someone gets too close. It snatches up stray tribbles to eat whenever Richard isn't looking its way, and it gives the stink-eye to anyone who starts talking to Richard. Given the wares on its back, it is clear why Richard brought the beast (Uzmek) along.]

closed to kaldur'ahm

[relentlesstide]

[With the atmosphere lightened and powers slowly coming back (he can tell they aren't 100% yet, but Arthur and Mera have actually been able to go back to sleep in the pool and breathe water fairly normally, so things are getting better), Arthur decides to check out what the other Sectors have to offer with his young protege. Neither of them have ever really been to a 'yard sale', after all, and Arthur never passes up the chance to spend time with his youngest Aqualad. So Wood Sector it was, and the tables and blankets covered in goods both new and second-hand alike are oddly fascinating.]

They certainly don't have anything like this in Atlantis.

Courfeyrac | ota

[lecentre]

[Courfeyrac's had a terrible time as of late with being social. This was never really a problem for him in the past, but for some reason it's grown increasingly difficult here in the present. With the air of a man who has kept himself holed in his apartment for far too long, ignoring the communication devices and being decidedly anti-social, he made his way around the stalls to see what was being offered and what he could indulge himself in.]

OTA

[saved7]

[Miria has found a new role in life: killing and gathering tribbles from areas where they're pests and redistributing them to restaurants and pelt vendors. She can be found in full armor walking through the crowds with a sack of corpses over her shoulder, stopping at kedan she knows and selling them off.

It's not exactly saving people from yoma, but it's still putting her sword to use.]

[fdaterminator]

[Upon discovering that people are finding actual uses for all of these damn tribbles, Colby got to work trying to get rid of some of the tribbles he had been storing by selling or trading them off to vendors.

At one particular vendor he stops to look over their art supplies--he wasn't the biggest artist but he did enjoy doodling far more than he should, and he found that he was missing that small sense of normalcy. He spends an awful lot of time going over each of the different supplies, partially out of boredom, partially because he's never actually bought real art supplies before. All the while the satchel across his chest bounces around as the tribbles stuffed inside get restless.]

open like woah

[constants]

[ The Archive is taking advantage of the yard sale to buy books. Lots of books. Too many books, perhaps. Her pile keeps growing and at some point a kind kedan took pity and tied one stack up with twine, but that only served to enable her. So the Archive is wandering around with one (fairly sizable) stack of books tied up for ease of transport and another loose stack that she can barely see over. And on top of that, she shows no signs of stopping.

Oops? Someone want to give her a hand? ]

Hayley Stark (OPEN)

[everylittlegirl]

[By the second day, Hayley and Lex's tribble venture is in full swing. Or, at the very least, they have a booth set up and a couple kedan continually bringing new product. The girl still isn't entirely sure what to think about Lex, but, at the very least, he's a man with resources who knows how to run a business and that's enough for her.

Like any good teenager, she gladly accepted the retail position because it allows her a large portion of the profits and takes very little commitment. With all the various varieties of tribble product they have available to sell - mostly dead varieties - it's hardly work to be rid of them. The kedan seem to love these things and, despite the many other stalls doing the same, there seems to be something about the foreigner appeal, even if it comes with a few insults here and there.]

Open!

[fatedchaos]

[Vanessa's been all over, but for the moment, she's sticking close to home, going over the books. She's already gotten blank journals - one for herself, and another for Catty. It's not as good as a sketch book, but she figures her friend can use it anyway, especially with the charcoal pencils. - and a couple of the history books.

Now she's just browsing through recipe books, hoping to maybe get better at that whole cooking thing. Or to give to Catty, at the very least.

The smells of tribble delicacies in the air has her stomach growling, though. Part of her is completely unsure about eating the creatures, but still...]

Zatanna ⟡ Open

[backwordscompatible]

[She stood. Staring. Blinking twice to make sure she was reading the ingredients list correctly. Tribble pie. Made from real tribbles!]

...they can't be serious.

[kvarterskommissarie]

[ Johan has never needed much and it was curiosity rather than need that spurred him to explore this impromptu city-wide market. He could use some new journals though, while he's here. Stock up on pencils. It couldn't hurt, right?

He will however stay clear of the tribble delicacies. Sudden invasions of little furry critters is not a good thing in his experience (we still remember the last plague outbreak, thank you very much) and although they seem perfectly harmless, they unnerve him. Eating them would just be pushing it. ]

Clara | OTA

[parallels]

[Well. Someone has been making rounds to all of the book sales.

Clara is walking down the center of the street with her arms filled with books; a stack that goes higher than her head. So she's trying to dodge everyone on the street, not drop her pile, and not walk into anything. It's getting a little complicated.

Maybe, in her haste to dodge someone else on the street, she walks right into you?]