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

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Comments

[dracobin]

Why--of course.

[Which is to say he has never had it, and has only heard of it in passing (what is it it sounds French), but it would never do to come off as backward, or ignorant.

Maneuvering the glass out of Bruce's hand is even trickier than shaking it, but he manages, after a fashion, and pokes a forked tongue out to lap the champagne up with a cautiously optimistic air.]

Oh, it has bubbles! [And promptly looks a little embarrassed after that excited outburst. Good job, Temeraire, you were almost classy for about five seconds.]

[cowled]

[It's characteristic of 'Bruce Wayne' to laugh at such a thing, but he can't quite bring himself to do it. After everything he's seen, everything he's done, certain creatures still hold a sense of magic for him. Dragons, oddly, are one of them. And he's been chewed on by his fair share of them.]

Would you prefer a sort without bubbles? I'm sure I can track something down.

[dracobin]

What? Oh, no--I like it very well; it is very interesting.

[The jig is up, anyway, so he might as well confess:] It is difficult to find, in Dover, and we are on the move so often that even if we might track it down, we should probably be away before it even arrived.

[cowled]

My geography's a little on the fuzzy side, but isn't Dover in Kent?

[It's like Earth, but with dragons!]

[dracobin]

Yes, that is right: you have heard of its very lovely cliffs, perhaps, and the battle which was fought there, when Napoleon tried to invade England?

[Not in anyone else's timeline, Temeraire.]

[cowled]

[That gets Bruce to give the dragon a rather quizzical look.]

I'm afraid I'm... not familiar with that particular historical event.

[It's a polite way of saying 'um, wat.' Then again, Temeraire is apparently from a world full of dragons. So maybe it's a dragon thing. It'd hardly be the first time Bruce has encountered a world slightly different than his own with only small circumstances altered. There's a universe out there where Barack Obama is Superman, okay.]

[dracobin]

[A puzzled stare, the effect of which is slightly lost as he snakes his tongue out again to lap at the champagne.]

It rather sounds as if no-one else here is, either. I suppose you are fortunate in that; the battle was a long one, and it was only with great difficulty that we turned him back.

[cowled]

Dragons fighting Napoleon. Excuse me, but it must be quite the world you're from. I mean, Metropolis has Superman and Star City the Flash, but I don't think any of the superheroes from the world I'm from have ever met a dragon.

[Bruce smiles broadly at Temeraire, and his glance turns speculatively inquisitive.]

So forgive my asking-- but can you fly? Carry passengers? You must have been involved in the battle itself to talk about it as you have.

[dracobin]

Is it truly so strange? We have no superheroes in my world, for one: it should be very interesting to live in a world where people might fly, or control the weather.

[He brightens a little at the question; he is always happy to talk about his own world.] Yes, of course; I am in the Royal Aerial Corps, and I have a full crew of near on thirty. Of course I can carry a great many more people than that, but there are other considerations, when one is fighting--ammunition, and cargo, and that sort of thing.

[cowled]

Well, we have dragons in stories, of course, but the reality of the thing is-- hmm. You don't have a propensity for hoarding incredible amounts of gold, do you?

[Excuse you, Temeraire, you're getting a bit of a skeptical look as Bruce equates 'thirty' with... well, the size of him. This is rather like the look someone would give to a minivan somehow holding an entire peewee basketball team.]

Are they... very small people?

[dracobin]

If I knew where to find an incredible amount of gold, I should certainly like to hoard it; I have heard it is very comfortable to sleep on.

[He draws himself up under the scrutiny--not precisely indignant, but a little nettled, all the same, that someone might doubt him.] They are not; whatever magic brought me here shrank me, as well. I am not even half the size I was before I arrived.

[cowled]

[Okay, that mental image is adorable enough it can even cause a slight melting of the heart of the Batman, okay? Bruce's mouth quirks into a smile, not the one he wears for show but one that's small and the slightest bit genuine. Dragons and gold, gosh.]

I'm sorry, I hardly meant to offend. I wasn't aware that there was any sort of... 'resize' in play here. I suppose it's because you were so big to begin with? This city is hardly designed for people of your true dimensions.

[dracobin]

[Grudgingly:] I suppose it is true; British dragons are not usually permitted in cities, unless the cities in question are under attack, and it has been very pleasant, to be able to fit in the streets, and explore Keeliai as any person might. And the apartments are exceeding comfortable, besides; I should like to see them built in London, and Dover, perhaps, for the smaller dragons.

[cowled]

Have you ever given any thought to asking the Emperor to put you in a human body?

[He rubs at his chin speculatively.]</small. On a temporary basis, obviously. But it doesn't strike me as being something outside her power, if she can bring us all here, no?

[dracobin]

[He blinks once, a little startled by the question, before lowering his head and giving the matter a little more thought.]

Do you think she might? Of course, I should not like to be a human all the time, but it would be very interesting to be one, for a little while. It is very difficult to enter certain book-shops at present, for one, and I cannot quite fit into some of the smaller alleys, for another.

[A pause, and then he hurriedly adds:] Not that there is anything wrong with being a human, you understand.

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[cowled]

I don't see why she wouldn't, honestly. She can bring us here, it seems a simple matter to turn you briefly into a human.

[His smile is a little bland.]

There's nothing wrong with being human, but I can hardly fault you for being partial to the form you're accustomed to. I don't think any creature would want to give up flying.