The Sale is Open

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Under the shade of the Millennium Falcon a veritable treasure trove lies waiting for shoppers.

In the far northwest corner, four hastily welded racks hold clothing. One is designated "Male," one "Female," one "Non-Bipedal" and one "Indeterminate." Most are priced at $3.

Just south of this is a tarp with tools laid out neatly on it. Hydrospanners, sonic screwdrives, a rather prosaic hammer looking quite alien amid the fluidics tools, doid parts. A sign says "Tools: $2 each or 6 for 10"

Crates are stacked neatly, a sign saying "$2 each, indestructable under normal use."

Closer to the ship, there is a table with various jewelry, mostly costume, some of it not designed for human anatomy. Each piece is labeled, starting at $5.

Belts, boots and accessories are under the cockpit. There is a dazzling array of sizes and colors and leathers. Some are obviously women's shoes, some are men's, some are unisex. A big sign reads "Belts $3 or 4 for $10. Boots and shoes $2/pair or 3 pair for $5"

Odd bits of camping gear, dishes, flasks, ship parts and such round out the sale. A few holocubes and obviously well-used hand-held players are marked "Player $10, cubes $3 each"


Solo himself sits in the shade, a moneybox under his chair, a drink beside him and an adventure movie playing on his holoprojector.

[ooc: posted early and post-dated as mun has much to do Saturday morning]]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders wanders around the tarps, muttering to himself and pausing often to squint at various items. He stops at the tools for a long while and picks up a hydrospanner, hefting it experimentally.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Best thing around for fixing alluviel dampners.

Also, those pack a whallop in a fight.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::walks up, holding a poster (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/20758.html) he found::

Hey kid... this looks kinda old... you still got vacancies?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Still have the single. Prof. Beeblebrox has the double.

The single is $175/month. You get your own 'fresher, a cabinet in the galley and use of the autovalet and gameboard.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::grabs a flask::

Throw this in, and you got yourself a boarder.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Sure. You do know it's empty, right?

I expect Mac over at the Sheldon Place can fill it up for you. His stuff'll run that chainsaw too.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: This is post Army of Darkness Ash, so he's got the metal hand.]

::looks down at the chainsaw strapped to his bag of belongings::

Me and that chainshaw have been through a lot together.

::reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and slams down $350::

Pleasure doing business with ya. How do I get to my room?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Up the ramp. Take a left in the ring corridor. Third hatch after the lounge. Chewie will be by later with a lease.

Make yourself at home, Professor Ash.


[[ooc: What am I doing? Renting to 2 professors? I am dead if I put a toe out of line.]]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Zaphod's one of those professors, though. He'll be the first one over the line and it won't be with his toe.]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Professor, ha! I'm just a coach, kid. You can call me Ash around here; but you sure as hell better call me coach during Wrestling Club, got it?

Left, three hatches after the longue, got it. ::goes up the ramp, and goes to settle in::

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna wanders by and stops by the curious display.

Erm, do you have candles?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*finds three candles, a funny shade of brown with a strong but pleasantly spicy odor*

$5 for the lot. And don't burn them all in one place at a time. They aren't just scented LIKE Kessel Spice if you know what I mean.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sir.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*comes around and quietly browses racks of clothes*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*watches, enjoying every second*

How's the assignment coming?

*pulls something off the rack*

You have a cape yet?

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

Cape? *definitely interested*

*hangs back up something billowy and orange that he had in his hands*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Orange ain't your color, darlin'.

Try this.

*swings a short bright scarlet cape with thick gold trim at the hem around Bagaos, pausing just a little too long to enjoy the feel his arms around the boy.*

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*takes a step back and turns, modeling it*

Look like Space Pirate?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

No, but you sure look like the Captain's prize.
swears a little that he's only the navigator...for now

I thought you had to dress your partners, not yourselves.

*picks up a pair of boots, also scarlet, with an odd pattern to the leather*

These are grinl skin from Sliventia. They'll adjust size to the feet of the wearer.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

My partner disappear. I see if I get credit for dressing myself.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Prof. Beeblebrox does seem pretty easy there.

Here

*Takes strip of netting and wraps it around Bagaos' waist*

Usually this stuff keeps you from hitting the ceiling if the gravity goes out. But it has a lot of other fun uses too.

*wink*

It's guaranteed genuine space-pirate bondage material.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*sly smile* I keep this around then... for later.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

That a promise?

*wants to kiss Bagaos, but can't. Middle of the afternoon, too many people.*

You take those, and scoot home before Satine worries about you.
I'll see you tonight.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Would you like to go to the movies tonight?

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*nods, smiling*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

When's good? 7 or 10?


[[ooc: the mun is going to be out until about 8 or 9 central tonight.]]

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

10. Sneak out without Mistress catching me.

((OOC: Also gone, working from 5-9:30 eastern))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

See you then, babe.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Also, start a thread on the fandomtownies for the movie. Just to stay clear. Btw: real-life mate of mun is getting jealous of you. 8)]]

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Crichton strolls over and browses through the things.

You don't happen to have anything weapong like, do you?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Nothing working. If you just want a prop for the bondage space pirate costume, I've got a few nonworking blasters and rifles over there.

*points to another tarp.*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*goes check them out* Is there a way that they can be made to work?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

If there was, I would have managed it by now.

Sure, just tinker a lot.

*Most of the weaponry starts at 10, but there is what looks like a portable ion cannon with tripod labeled $50*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*rummages through the weapons and gets out a handgun, studying it closely*

You sure I'll be able to fix this?

[(Anonymous)]

That's your basic Old Republic blaster.
Hunh, didn't know we had any of those antiques around.

They're pretty sturdy and made to work under all conditions.

*examines*

Oh, yeah, I think this just needs some wiring fixed, and a new powerpac.

Only thing is, the bolts tend to go plasmatic at about 10 meters, so you gotta be in close to your target.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, call it $7.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

That's good enough for now. You don't happen to have a powerpack, do you?

((Is it a real blaster or a fake too?))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Real. And no, we're outta powerpacs.

I wouldn't suggest taking it on campus with a live 'pac. When the rover bounces you, I hear you can't breathe until he gets you where you're going.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*looks disturbed at the mention of Rover* I'm not planning on taking it into the school.

Okay, I'll take it and if you have any way on getting a new powerpac, I'll take that too. *gets out wallet*

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova strolls through, does a double take at the sight of the portable ion cannon. After a long moment, she absently wipes a very unladylike dribble of drool from her mouth and begins digging for money.

"Hey, Solo! I want that one!"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

You got it, doll.

I'll throw the tripod in for free.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thanks, darling. I'm sure Mac can get it running and fix us up with some sort of gun turret . . . *trundles back towards the house, happy at the thought of having something that goes boom*

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

*Tick wanders past the assorted droid parts.* Ooh. Shiny.

*Tick grabs as many parts as he can carry - and that's a LOT - and walks over to pay for them.*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Look, take the rest, and I'll throw a tarp in.
Call it $30.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Keen! Thanks!

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

*strolls through to observe. This is not something she would have ever seen back home, although there were sometimes fairs and things for sale in booths at those fairs, but this is all new to her. Looks bemused. Sees leather that her sister Fiona would love. Pointedly does not buy it for her sister. Thinks to self that her riding leathers are perfectly serviceable and why would she need to buy anything more... but perhaps there is something lovely in black and silver that she would use, this does support the local economy afterall, and a fellow student. Observes said student making googley eyes at another rather sweet young thing. Looks bemused again. Dworkin would approve, she thinks, after all, he had rather interesting tastes...*

*Doesn't want to interrupt the puppylove, so continues to browse.*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet picks up a sonic screwdriver and tests its weight. He tests it out, surpised to see sparks come out. He grabs that and a couple oddly shaped droid parts and brings them up to the money box.*

I'll take these.

And are these, er, 'holocubes' recordable?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

The cubes are commercial (or bootleg). The players don't have a record function.

But I do have some porn if you're interested.