rummage sale 2

[betterhavemammoney]

Video (un: gr€€d)

[There's that second of shaky-cam when Mammon starts up the video and the camera focuses. Once again it's his selection of items, or rather wares: everyday items like knitting needles and typing paper, a typewriter, nail polish, a skein of yarn, something that looked like a metal lacrosse set, a blank book and a pen. There's clothing, several sets in different styles and sizes, a set of men's boots, a large fur cloak made of a single wolf-pelt. There are a few more dangerous items too, bullets and a shotgun, various knives. The camera lingers on each item for a moment, showing it off, as Mammon speaks.]

This worked out so good last time I thought I'd try it again! I'm sellin' all this stuff to anyone who's got somethin' to buy it with. There ain't a lotta cash on board so if you got none, maybe we can trade. Or ya can owe me somethin'.

Oh -- and since space is boring and I'm such a nice guy, I'm rentin' out some of my own stuff. [He pans to another set of items, grouped together on their own: a deck of playing cards, a set of dice, and a handheld game console.] Make me an offer and I'll let you take one of 'em for... I dunno, let's say a day.

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[sinkthe8ball]

[Somehow she missed it the last time Mammon offered to sell his collected shit. She takes one look at the offerings and is immediately headed for his cabin. Did he honestly think he could keep the shotgun from her? Well that and some clothes. Her current outfit was a little tired. The next time they were on a planet she really needed to go shopping.

And if she's entirely honest she doesn't need to broadcast her affairs for the whole ship to see when it comes to personal needs. (Her question about not noticing the pairing process happening was completely legitimate.) And well when you typically argue more with your partner than agree better just to keep it all face to face anyway as much as possible. Not that she's going to give him much choice in dealing with her as she arrives outside his cabin.

She doesn't pause to knock or even give him a heads up just checks to see if the door is unlocked and walks right finding that it is. He'll get used to this, she's not exactly what you'd call respectful of personal space when it comes to a certain type of individual.]

Any partner discounts I should know about?

[She is actively trying not to search out the shotgun. She has a feeling she'll have an easier time getting it if he doesn't know how much she wants it.]

[betterhavemammoney]

Hey, who said you could be in here?! Get out of my room! [He waves her away as if she's an irritating sibling coming in without permission, which is the trespassing case he's most used to. Well, when it happens to him.]

Why would I give you a discount for bein' my partner? Shouldn't you pay me more for that?

[sinkthe8ball]

Door was unlocked. [she doesn't take offense to the being waved off. If anything it amuses her that he even thinks that would work as she wanders further in.]

Why should I pay you to be my partner? [She rolls her eyes at him. Please it's not like she would have picked him anyway if it was left up to her.]

Just wanted to see if there was an incentive to taking some of the extra clothes off your hands. [Not that she's interested in any of them nope. Not at all.]

[betterhavemammoney]

That doesn't mean you can just come in! You have to knock! [Oh, how his brothers would be laughing if they could hear this scumbag now.]

You should pay me more because I'm your partner. [He smirks.] That's stupid, right? Well that's how ya sound askin' for a partner discount. [As if closeness begets generosity! Scoff.]

Sure, the incentive's that you won't be cold. [Yeah, Lady, so not interested that you barged in to check out the merchandise. He knows you're sniffing around.]

[sinkthe8ball]

Would you have let me in if I had? [Come on Mammon they both know he wouldn't have. Barging in was the only option. Is she supposed to feel apologetic about that?]

Wow I'm impressed you actually made a smart argument. [That's all sarcasm she isn't impressed in the least. But yes where she's from closeness does tend to have some benefits.]

You're kind of assuming things there aren't you? [But does he know the clothes are a misdirect?]

[betterhavemammoney]

If you had money. [This is a business, but the shop is by appointment only, thank you. And he doesn't appreciate the sarcasm.]

Keep it up. Every time you call me stupid I'm doubling the price.

No I ain't. You wouldn't be here if you didn't wanna buy. [He doesn't know what she's after but he can tell she wants something.]

[sinkthe8ball]

By that logic, no one is going to be buying anything off you. [Way to cut your legs out from under you with that argument.]

I didn't actually call you stupid. And I was referring to you assuming I was cold. Do I look cold to you? [She'd spin if she thought it would help anything.]

[betterhavemammoney]

Nah, you're not gonna be buyin' anything off me. I can sell these next time we stop somewhere.

[Lady, your clothes are designed around the Rule of Cool.] Yeah, you look really cold.

[sinkthe8ball]

You want to bet that I can't get even one item off you?

[Only when she's hunting and she's typically not cold when hunting. All that running around. Or in this case, stalking closer.] I think you should take a harder look in that case.

[betterhavemammoney]

What're you gonna bet me? If you had money you'd have made an offer by now.

[He's not doing a great job of defending his territory, backing up when she advances, but he's at least keeping himself between her and his merchandise.] Either you're freezing or you ain't human, and I'm pretty sure you are.

audio un:pnwsalex

[11calls]

Maybe we should come up with some sort of library instead of reinventing Blockbuster. I mean, you still wanna borrow my show, right?

[betterhavemammoney]

A library? Eh, libraries don't make any money though...

[11calls]

Maybe not, but they do inspire other people to share things. I've got some books and stuff too that I can add to it. And it does help to have people to play the games with. Do you really want them to need to pay for the privilege?

[betterhavemammoney]

...But I could be makin' money from it. [He sounds puzzled. What else is there to consider?]

[11calls]

Would you rather have the possibility of money or the actuality of someone to play with?

[betterhavemammoney]

[There's a very long pause as Mammon considers this.]

Probably the money. Why?

[11calls]

Even here? What can you spend it on? It's not like it offers companionship and stuff.

[betterhavemammoney]

Well, no... But once I get to a planet I can spend it on anythin' I want!

[11calls]

But how often do we end up on planets though? I mean really?

voice / un: XIII

[crossxstitch]

This stuff is great!! What color is that pen? Do you have any more of them?? I wanna do some drawings!

[betterhavemammoney]

Uhh -- [He uncaps the pen and tests it on one of the journal's pages.] Black! An' I got a bunch more!

[crossxstitch]

Ohhh! [ The excited little coo is enough to show that he is incredibly enthusiastic at the prospect of lots of pens. ] What colors, what colors? Or are they all black?

I don't have much money, buuuut... I have some stuff from home if you wanna do a trade or something!

[betterhavemammoney]

[Yesss, he's got one on the hook! And he's got a huge load of markers after that whole tag thing.] Nope, I got lots of colors! You can pick any one you want!

Yeah, come by and show me what you have. 505 -- and don't forget your money!

Action time!

[crossxstitch]

Maybe it would have been polite to let the stranger know that he was on his way or something. Well, considering what could have been wasn't productive. It took Juuzou a little while to figure out that the rooms were, in fact, ordered by floor number. Who'd have thought?

Five hundred and five, wasn't it? He hoped his memory served him well, because he only knocked once before he peered around the door. "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper... I'm here to browse your waaaares~!" He announced along a little tune. He was also here to feel out just how aware of his stock Mammon actually was, but nobody who was any good at stealing would announce their intentions so blatantly.

[betterhavemammoney]

It might have been helpful, but Mammon was taking this business opportunity seriously and remained close to his wares. Didn't want any of them walking away, did they? Or being strongarmed off of him, if his partner was anything to go by.

"Hey! You're the pen person, right?" He wasn't entirely sure if Juuzou was a boy or a girl but it didn't really matter, money spent the same no matter who you were. Mammon drops two handfulls of multicolored markers onto his bed alongside the journal and pen. "You're in luck. I got just about every color."