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The Awesomeporium is Open for Business! [Open]
Lash couldn't complain about her life on the ship. In fact, if asked, she might have regarded it as 'pretty good'. In the time she had been there, she had become a Power Ranger (in the brightest of yellow colors), become friends with a rather colorful cast (not that she'd admit it out loud) and even really, really liked a guy (not that she'd admit that out loud either).
During the attack on Galilee, Lash and Zetta had used the distraction to go around and steal--er prolong borrowed some of the items in the nearby shopping mall. It was only fair, considering what they had been put through! Not that neither really cared about morals anyway.
After taking their share, they found themselves with a rather large amount of items and strange knicknacks that might interest the rest of of the ship's fine citizens. Maybe not enough clothing to dress everyone up or to give them a pair of fitting shoes, but she was sure someone could appreciate a new shirt or two, or use them for rags or other creative uses they could find. Therefore their next part of the plan came into motion; if they built it, the others would come.
One of the city's many abandon buildings had been getting fixed and patched up the last few days since their arrival, an old store getting a second lease on life. Only, you know, this one involved demons and afro girls and stolen merchandise. But it was okay! This wasn't going to be a purchasing store, but a bartering one. In between their talks, meets and crashing a prom in the best of ways, they'd managed to get a very crude and badly painted "THE AWESOMEMPORIUM" in dripping red paint over the building front. One of the windows also had the rules, also painted with the same brushstrokes;
1) Find stuff you like
2) Exchange it to us for stuff and service you have
3) We have the right to refuse any deals
4) No Zedds allowed
Truthfully, both Wunderkind and Overlord had very little use of extra materials they might get in return, being people of simple needs. However, just giving items away would label them as being too nice. Turning stolen goods into a store and hiding behind a bartering system? Now that was much more devious. Besides, maybe they'd end up with some pretty cool items and tools in exchange, or having half of the ship owe them favors. Both were prospects interesting enough to follow.
Inside, the store was brightly lit thanks to Lash's repairing skills and Zetta's Merchant Minions (which Lash fondly liked to call Sonja Jr's) walked around the shop, tending to to the shelves and making sure everything looked presentable. Everything was in sections, with the same red paint just put on the shelves (lacking proper materials for labeling) so people would know what they were exchanging for.
Most of the time, Dog, Lash's alien green caterpillar dog was in the store, being lazy behind the counter. Dog was looking abnormally fat lately, barely moving around. The counter sometimes had Lash standing there working on fixing an item, a book lazying around, sometimes the both of them, or sometimes just a merchant minion standing there when neither of them where available. Rest assured, they'd find out what you traded when they were gone.
And just to make sure it could easily be found, one of Galilee's fabulous floating fountains now stood in front, hovering for no real reason that it was built that way. Sometimes you could find Lash was riding in it on a good day or early in the morning.
[[OOC info - this is the list of things that Lash and Zetta have available (one item is slightly unsafe for work). The list will be constantly updated depending on what your characters want and what they exchange for it. Sometimes the bartered stuff might end up on the list if neither of them have use for it.]]
During the attack on Galilee, Lash and Zetta had used the distraction to go around and steal--er prolong borrowed some of the items in the nearby shopping mall. It was only fair, considering what they had been put through! Not that neither really cared about morals anyway.
After taking their share, they found themselves with a rather large amount of items and strange knicknacks that might interest the rest of of the ship's fine citizens. Maybe not enough clothing to dress everyone up or to give them a pair of fitting shoes, but she was sure someone could appreciate a new shirt or two, or use them for rags or other creative uses they could find. Therefore their next part of the plan came into motion; if they built it, the others would come.
One of the city's many abandon buildings had been getting fixed and patched up the last few days since their arrival, an old store getting a second lease on life. Only, you know, this one involved demons and afro girls and stolen merchandise. But it was okay! This wasn't going to be a purchasing store, but a bartering one. In between their talks, meets and crashing a prom in the best of ways, they'd managed to get a very crude and badly painted "THE AWESOMEMPORIUM" in dripping red paint over the building front. One of the windows also had the rules, also painted with the same brushstrokes;
1) Find stuff you like
2) Exchange it to us for stuff and service you have
3) We have the right to refuse any deals
4) No Zedds allowed
Truthfully, both Wunderkind and Overlord had very little use of extra materials they might get in return, being people of simple needs. However, just giving items away would label them as being too nice. Turning stolen goods into a store and hiding behind a bartering system? Now that was much more devious. Besides, maybe they'd end up with some pretty cool items and tools in exchange, or having half of the ship owe them favors. Both were prospects interesting enough to follow.
Inside, the store was brightly lit thanks to Lash's repairing skills and Zetta's Merchant Minions (which Lash fondly liked to call Sonja Jr's) walked around the shop, tending to to the shelves and making sure everything looked presentable. Everything was in sections, with the same red paint just put on the shelves (lacking proper materials for labeling) so people would know what they were exchanging for.
Most of the time, Dog, Lash's alien green caterpillar dog was in the store, being lazy behind the counter. Dog was looking abnormally fat lately, barely moving around. The counter sometimes had Lash standing there working on fixing an item, a book lazying around, sometimes the both of them, or sometimes just a merchant minion standing there when neither of them where available. Rest assured, they'd find out what you traded when they were gone.
And just to make sure it could easily be found, one of Galilee's fabulous floating fountains now stood in front, hovering for no real reason that it was built that way. Sometimes you could find Lash was riding in it on a good day or early in the morning.
[[OOC info - this is the list of things that Lash and Zetta have available (one item is slightly unsafe for work). The list will be constantly updated depending on what your characters want and what they exchange for it. Sometimes the bartered stuff might end up on the list if neither of them have use for it.]]
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"'The Awesomeemporium'? You sure you didn't want 'Needful Things'?"
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"What do you think?"
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But this was a good idea, one of the best on the ship even. She had popped over, reading the sign and snickering about the "no Zedds" part.
"Ok, so what do you need as payment? Some of this stuff I might actually want."
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Hanging upside down and noticing the sign, he couldn't help but cock an eyebrow at one of the rules.
"Uh... you do realize that he'll see that and he'll complain, right?" he said. "Okay, frankly, I'd do the same thing, but, well..."
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She snickered.
"Plus he is pretty funny with the goggly eyes, tee hee hee!"
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And, oh, right, candy.
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Really, though, the name Awesomeporium itself was enough to gain his interest to go check out.
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Sakura stared at it, expression difficult to read.
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"Depends what you have!" Honestly, she has no idea.
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Apparently, everyday items that one would only be lucky enough to come across on this bloody ship. That was more than enough reason for Henry to stay.
"Do you accept services in exchange for products? I don't really have anything else that I can trade."
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"It would be pretty self-defeating if we didn't!" the book snickered. "What's your offer"
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Once she saw the list, she had immediately made her way to the store. It was incredibly hard to find any in her size, and even tho she always had them bound, now that she'd been using more dresses, it was sort of unsightly to wear them with her bindings... And there was no bra in sight that could hold her... well... ummm assets....
Once inside, she moved to the area with said clothing items and smiled at the variety. Grabbing a few cute ones and a couple of more simple ones she started to make her way to the exchange, but turned around and grabbed a couple more intimate ones.
Now came the hardest part ever...
How was she going to make the exchange when she knew who owned the store...
With a very very VERY red face, she approached the exchange counter and placed her items on the table, avoiding eye contact as if her life depended on it.
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At first she was honestly wondering if she was going to take two coconuts and use them in that sized bra to hit a boar, but the wunderkind simply wasn't used to that size. That's how SHE'D use them, anyway. But you know, ladies having back support was somewhat acceptable too. Not that Lash would know.
She stood leaning on the bar, her feet moving in the air from her seat.
"So...what are you hoping to give us in exchange for all this stuff?"
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"Nice fountain," she said, looking around at the shelves with their eclectic mix of merchandise. "How did you ever find time to fight this many store owners - or was it a warehouse owner?"
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What a silly question!
Jinx could almost feel her fingers twitching to slip things into her pockets as she browsed the store casually. The only thing that held her back was the reputation of Lash. It was never wise to have a mad scientist against you...and Jinx had worked hand in hand with many of them.
Unfortunately she didn't have anything to trade with, other then her plant suit and the hair ties she didn't have anything to call her own yet. Just a few random pieces of junk she's scavenged from the city stashed in her "Safe House".
There were pieces of luxury that she admired, and more practical tools. Every thief needed some good tools to work with, even if Jinx could count on her powers for alot.
And then there were the clothes, so many clothes! She loved dressing up even if when she worked she preferred her traditional uniform (Which Rarity was supposed to be working on for her.)
At the end of the day window shopping was just not satisfying. It made her long for things even more.
Greed, one of her favorite sins.
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Not that he had anything to really trade for, other than some of the stuff he had bought during that shore leave, but hey, he could figure things out later.
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She walked up to Lash with one of the hunting knives in hand, giving it a twirl. "You've got a pretty nice selection here. Can I barter with services instead of goods?"
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She was getting better at this. Somewhat. There was just that new found challenge of seeing what she could get out of everything added now.
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"You know, a girl with your kind of 'fro could probably stand some nice, scented conditioner. It smells like motor oil. I've tried it." Tasted it, actually. Probably not the intended purpose.
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God she laughed terribly when she did it on purpose like that. Tee hee hee truly was her call to life.
"Where did you get shampoo that smells like motor oil anyway."
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"I've got a salvage yard full of things you can look through."
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"Really? Where'd you get that?" Lash asked peeking from
Zettaher book.