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[ohshitsweetflips]

Who: Taako, otawg (open to all w goods)
What: 'i can't believe Taako invented wal-mart'--Zero
When: 8/16 and on? if you want the full inventory
Where: The ruins
Warnings: Spicy



The meeting with the shitty god-rabbit had clarified not a whole lot, if Taako is being honest. But one thing is clear, they (this entire island of randos) are in it for awhile, so they (Taako and Lup) need to be in it to win it. And on this island, winning it means selling anything you can get your hands on for anything that might be useful. Their ice cream social had been moderately successful, and the horrible hustle elves are doubling down on their established niche, now that they realize the full stakes.

To that end, you can peruse an up-to-date inventory here. During daylight hours, there is a very good chance you can find a makeshift setup of warez, with the tired but socially effervescent elf responsible close by. There's existing stock, in very limited quantities, of small things. There's a list with everything else. The wood sign just says 'Got Stuff?' as kind of a preliminary; the argument re: naming convention is ongoing and bloodshed may be imminent. Bring your A-game hagglewise, and remember that a neutral feedback is the same as a negative.

[I should clarify, you can thread with both twins but the default setting is Taako unless otherwise specified! Up 2 you! Not fussy!]

Comments

[hyperlit]

The Drifter does, indeed, got stuff. They got multiple stuff, and much of it is personal - though some of it isn't. The dried fruit and much of their equipment isn't for sale, but the cloth, sickle, and rubbing alcohol all very much are. They don't have a terribly large use for either.

Blue of skin and dark of eye, the Drifter peers at the wares for perusal uncertainly. None of these look like gun, sword, or dash upgrades - leaving them all in all rather lost.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Boy, they're really gonna get all types, aren't they. Taako readies all the non-magical charm at his disposal. This one doesn't look quite hooked enough to reel in. "Hey, nice cloak! Lookin for anything in particular?" He'd like to cherry pick something for this customer, but uh. He may need more to go on. "Do you, uh...eat?"

[hyperlit]

The Drifter lowers their head in a brief, solemn nod. Yes, they do, but preferably not where people watch them. The sprite at their shoulder chimes gently to preface the issuing of a text-based, semi-transparent HUD upon which they project a line of text:

health kits?

[ohshitsweetflips]

Dang, this dude has got like a whole deal. That's pretty neat. Unfortunately, Taako does not even begin to know what would need to be in this person's health kits. That stinks, a stumper right off the bat. "Oof, sorry buddy, I'm strictly DPS. Could hook you up with a stitching kit maybe, but that sounds a little analog for you. How 'bout a gathering basket? Some beach lamb, maybe?" Taako smiles apologetically, with a painfully Vanna White gesture to showcase his consolation prizes.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[God bless, the island's got capitalism now. Muffet is so relieved- any long without doing business with someone and she might have fainted from sheer deprivation.]

[Needless to say, she greets the twins very cheerfully.]

Well, this is certainly a sight for sore eyes. Now, how am I doing business with the two of you today?

[ohshitsweetflips]

Oh dag, a talking spider. He's pretty sure he heard a joke that ends that way once. And dang does she not seem like she's here to play around. Good. "Welllllll," his drawling is for show only, he's ready, "You have options. You can trade for anything here, or we can discuss something else, commission-wise. All depends on what you want and what you got."

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, you do have a lovely selection overall, but I find my attention is particularly drawn to this flint and tinder set. Now, what would your general price range be for such a thing?

[Fun fact: Muffet is pretty good at a few different kinds of magic. Unfun fact: fire isn't one of them, which means being a baker on a non-industrialized island is a giant pain in the ass. She'd definitely like a steady supply of fire.]

[catpiper]

The way she's eyeing the merchandise from a few steps away might lead Taako to believe she's about to put some of those earlier stealth lessons to the test. In reality, she's a slow reader and trying to put two and two together to figure out what 'Got Stuff?' is. This is probably the last person he wants to see during the grand opening of island walmart. "This is all yours?"

[ohshitsweetflips]

Absolutely wrong, there, Taako is thrilled. This kid is a riot, and the look he shoots Lup says she should be on the ready for that. "It's a store, kid. You maybe trade some, uhhhhh, treasures, and you get things from the store in return." Does she know stores. Is he about to teach a child capitalism. At least he did the right thing and lead with stealing. "Lup, this is Ren. I gave her some pointers after she tried to loot my knapsack." All of this is delivered completely free of recrimination or sheepishness. He doesn't even care that he's probably about to accept rocks as currency.

[hellawrath]

Oh boy he sure is stoked about this super scrappy looking girl eyeing their stuff. Lup's been trying to wrap a bit of sharkskin around a piece of splintered bone, giving weapon manufacturing a whirl, maybe they can branch out, but she takes a break to give the kid a lazy smile. "Hey pumpkin, you a master thief now, huh? I guess we better nail down the merch." It's easy banter, nothing sharp in her tone, if Taako isn't showing a single sign of distrust then this kid is cool in her book. Trying to steal from him though, that must have been a real hoot.

[builditstrong]

A trading post is, quite frankly, exactly what this place needs. Everyone's got an assortment of odds and end, some of which will be more beneficial in other people's hands. For instance, Kid has no earthly idea what he's meant to do with the canister of baking soda he's been carrying around. There's also the set of pots he has--there's four in total, but he hardly ever knows what to do with all four of them, and they make a real clattering sound when he's exploring. Pain in the ass is what. Better to part with at least one of them, see if he can't get his hands on something more useful.

So of course, The Kid has no idea who he's dealing with here, but he figures traders are generally all cut from the same cloth. He's not much about haggling so much as he is about standing around and looking unimpressed and making dissatisfied grunts until someone lowers a price on something. It seems to work well enough.

He doesn't bother with any sort of announcement or preamble. He just sets about unwrapping the stuff he's willing to part with: the baking soda, one of his tin pots, bundles of potatoes and carrots, bundles of firewood and tinder.

"'M lookin' fer rope."

[ohshitsweetflips]

Now that's a haul, for someone who doesn't look particularly magically inclined. How long has this cowboy been at it? "Then you came to the right place, my dude. Look no further." Rope, Taako can do, has done. The baking soda has some real appeal, though he's torn between its potential use in deodorant and holy shit, bread. Don't spend your leavening agent before you buy it, though. The potatoes and carrots have a very practical draw as well, but Lup probably isn't going to find that playing in the dirt. "It's yours for the low low price of baking soda and a couple vegetables." It really is a survival situation now, so he won't try to haggle for the guy's bandanna. That's how you know it's dire.

[builditstrong]

The Kid's had a few days to start a collection. The abandoned farm plots near the Ruins have quite a few mature plants left, and the Kid is working on figuring out how to turn those plants into more plants. You have to get seeds and then plant them and then...do stuff to the soil to make it good, and a lot of that is kind of lost on him.

He knows you're supposed to haggle in these situations, but frankly he's been looking to foist off this baking soda since he found it in his pack. He knows it has lots of practical uses, but in his hands, it'll probably just end up going bad after awhile.

"Two carrots an' a tater good?"

He sets the vegetables and the baking soda on the counter.

"What about th' flint? Been rubbin' sticks t'gether. Gets old."

And cold, also.

"Find all this yerself?"

[yallstupid]

[Oh, wow...didn't take long at all for someone to begin trying to make a damn profit on this dirtpile. They've been here, what, just a few weeks now? Well, Guzma can't fault a businessperson for doing what they do, and while he doesn't have too much to trade off, he does have some things, and is hoping he can get a few decent items for a bargain.

He's especially eyeing the wooden bowls and containers, those that going to be really important - he wants a container to keep water in especially, but if he can get some bowls as well...]

Yo, you willing to give up them bowls and a container there? Two'a those. [He indicates the bowls. In case the brat tags along with him again... He doesn't indicate a price, or a barter, waiting for what the seller is expecting for said items.]

[ohshitsweetflips]

Another soon to be happy customer. What, does he think Taako's just here to look pretty and show off unpurchasable bowls? "Nothing in life is free, homie," Taako opines with all the sagacity at his fortune cookie spouting disposal. But these are fairly renewable resources, given time. They're not especially precious. "But some things are pretty cheap. You got any food? Ingredients? Cough 'em up." Time they don't spend foraging is bowls, my friend.

[yallstupid]

Guzma raises a brow, dead-eyeing Taako as if to indicate: no shit. But hey, there's the price he was looking for - food or ingredients. Guzma certainly has fruit on him, a few coconuts and a small bunch of bananas. He had to part with a few mangoes, but certainly could find more if he needed to. Might as well get rid of the bananas first though, he's not sure how long those will keep, and they're easy enough to find. It'd be a damn good deal, actually, if he got his desired items for them.

"Y'all take these?" he mumbles, opening up his pack to pull out the small bunch of bananas. Most were still yellow all the way through, but a few of them were startling to dot with small, brown spots.

[achievementhunter]

They're of two minds as they approach the person who's proven most capable in this setting. The offered spread for trade is... desirable, certainly, and their backpack is slung over their shoulder- mostly empty, but there has to be something she'd be willing to accept for trade.

The other issue is their behavior on the raft. Edward has already proven inclined to forget it, but they haven't seen Lup since reaching shore; or at least, they haven't approached her.

Leaving things as is would be far too suspicious. Thus, Chara's greeting is to the point on their approach.

"If I could have a word, ma'am."

Really, this all would go much more smoothly if they'd gotten the correct elf.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Taako looks pretty dumbfounded by this approach, for various reasons. It's not unheard of, he gets it, whatever. It's the honorific itself more than the gender that's throwing him. Like, is he about to be served a citation. Is there a permit he needs. No, officer, he has no idea why you stopped him. "Not a ma'am, in like, so many ways, but 's all good. Shoot, pumpkin. What's the haps?" He is shooting for cheery, but that greeting was just not phrased like the preamble to a friendly round of haggling, and he's actually kind of unnerved by this gremlin.

[achievementhunter]

That...isn't the response they were expecting. Or the voice. Their brow furrows, staring up at him for a moment as they attempt to align their memory of Lup with the elf before them. They're certain she did not sound like that.

Then again, they weren't exactly paying her much mind, at the time. They exhale sharply, clearly unhappy with the situation at large.

"I wished to apologize for my actions upon our arrival. I realize that the situation we found ourselves in was not yours to rectify- and I allowed my frustrations to get the best of me." They link their hands behind their back, the very image of contrite. "I believe I also owe you thanks for assisting my sibling with their hair."

[crosslaced]

He's drawn to the promise of leather; the sign proclaims its makers can craft something for him. Something like shoes, god his own are ruined forever from the beach. There's enough sand in his shoes to annoy Laurent for years.

The blonde doesn't tote his own offerings yet, his face only showing a mild interest as he scans the table.

"Can you make shoes?"

[ohshitsweetflips]

"Shoes? You know what, I didn't even think of that." Taako grins, lazy and calculating. He can respect this dude's priorities, but can he make shoes? Would they be any good? Strong needles, leather, glue, cord, he supposes it's possible. That sounds like a recipe for entirely serviceable if not exceptionally fashionable footwear, which is probably as good as it gets, considering the limitations.

Should he play up the difficulty of such a request, to try and drive up the price? Or downplay it, so he seems even cooler and more invaluable? Always a dilemma. "I'm pretty advanced in shoe theory, if not practice. What are you into?" There's kinds of shoes, you know. If sand is a worry, something in a sandal is probably gonna be the best bet, but that's not ideal for jungle treks.

[crosslaced]

Two light-haired dudes have a staredown on a desert island, oh shit whaddup. Laurent's countenance betrays nothing but a mild interest as he weighs the options; there's no guarantee he'll get working shoes, by this elf’s admission that he hasn't tried. What's worth giving up for the probable reward of shoes?

“Nothing in particular. Shoes sturdy enough for a deserted island.” Kinds of shoes? Oh…. he doesn't know much about that. Flip-flops are after his time, and besides he's not going to run from some bullshit monster in those.

He thumbs the rough patch of leather that's out on offer. Striped, sizeable. Hey, you know what he could do for you?

“Where did this come from?”

[thekingsglaive]

Oh, it was these two again. Once again Nyx found himself stopping to just watch the twins, eyebrow raised, for a few minutes. After a bit of debate he opted to walk over, ruined jacket slung over his shoulder messed up arm for all to see.

He doesn't say anything at first, he just observes the stock they've got on display curiously.

"First you two make ice cream, now you open up a shop." He he has to grin, glancing at Taako. "I'm half expecting an actual hotel to appear next."

[ohshitsweetflips]

Oh this guy. What a chill dude. Seems to have come to some kind of consensus with himself re: living his arm truth, so that's good. "Don't tempt me, I don't wanna have to do the math on coconuts per night." Though it would have to be kind of a short hotel. And he'd probably need like, a logging expedition. Maybe he should stick to the smaller scale and get on inventing that hot tub. "You have the right idea though, we're very impressive. So what'll it be today? See anything you like?"

[thekingsglaive]

"We'd probably end up in a coconut shortage or depression if we're using those for currency." He comments off-handedly, continuing to look at the various items on display. "Not sure. I probably don't have anything interesting to trade with though."

Plus whatever he had in his pack was more or less pooled with the chocobros.

"What would you want for a fish and some coconut oil?"