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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-07-21 10:49 pm

Event | Yard Sale!

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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dracobin: (pleased)

[personal profile] dracobin 2013-07-31 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Temeraire is totally oblivious to any apparent stalkage. The streets are crowded, after all, and he is far too busy enjoying the chocolate sample he has just been offered. Delicious.]

I will take three boxes of the stuff--you may deliver it to FI-3B, at your earliest convenience.

[And then he is off again, making his way through the crowds, stopping occasionally to nibble at his giant skewer of tribbles or ooh over a particularly colorful piece of pottery or bolt of cloth.]
monstrous: (071)

[personal profile] monstrous 2013-08-04 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[chocolate eating, tribble skewering dragon. Does the world get any better?]

[the next time Temeraire stops at a vendor (if he does stop again and looks ready to pay for something), Toby is going to attempt to be smooth and swoop in, smiling at the vendor before Temeraire can pay]


I've got this one. Sorry, I wasn't quite sure how to break the ice, I figured this could be the marketplace equivalent of "can I buy you a drink?" Hopefully not too forward? [Toby doesn't even care how lame he might seem right now, he's talking to a dragon. Best day.]
dracobin: (pleased)

[personal profile] dracobin 2013-08-06 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Temeraire rumbles a little in surprise, glancing uncertainly from the vendor (who is holding an almost eye-searingly colorful tapestry) to the unfamiliar person who has suddenly intervened.

Well, he decides after a moment, there are certainly worse ways to go about making friends, when one is speaking to a dragon, and in any case the man has not been at all impolite, so it is not as if he is trying to make up for a hypothetical fault in character.]


Why, thank you; that is uncommon kind of you, although one might very well have said 'hallo,' or something similar: that is how it is done in England, you see.
monstrous: (071)

[personal profile] monstrous 2013-08-07 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it might've changed a bit since you were in England. I can't say I've seen many dragons around there in my lifetime.
dracobin: (uncertain)

[personal profile] dracobin 2013-08-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[A faintly disgruntled rumble, though it is not precisely directed at Toby. The shopkeeper, to his credit, doesn't even blink, indicating with an impatient hand that either party should fork over the juulan and move: the dragon is blocking traffic to his stall.]

It is very disheartening to hear of all these Englands, which have not even got a single dragon. What on earth have you all got, then, in place of an Aerial Corps?