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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

[hellawrath]

It's become increasingly clear that there's always a wealth of complex meanings and feelings behind the things Ren says, stuff she has no words for or doesn't know how to put out there where other people can see them. Good thing she's rolling with two very quick learners now. She still hasn't said she wants to stay, but she's smiling again, and thinking about tomorrow, and having hope for better circumstances, and that's just as good. They've begun to earn this lonely girl's trust and it's gonna be a cold day in hell before they let her down.

Even if drawing isn't exactly either of their strong suit. Takes too long to get any good at it, better leave it to real artists, people like... well, people who paint entire portraits and effortlessly catch their subjects' whole personalities, capture moments in time like some kinda magic. But for Ren, Lup will sit her ass down long enough to manage some scribbles. "Hell yes, arts and crafts. Sounds like a sweet day off for sure," she grins and shoots them a thumbs up.

As they trek further into the forest, Lup makes sure to point out some inconspicuous lengths of string here and there, tied to wind chimes hidden in branches, and it's not long before they reach a spot where the suffocating density of the jungle lets up a little, bright reflections of a nearby pool glittering between the trees in the distance. A decently sized tent made of rough tarp is tucked into the underbrush, fire pit in front, a hammock strung up close by. Defs not as glamorous as the twins would like, but they've had worse. "That's home," Lup declares with a little flourish like her presentation is gonna make it less shitty than it really is. "Kind of a fixer upper? We're working on it, maybe add like a tennis court or something." Maybe start with indoor plumbing. "Go on, have a look around while we get our inventory stashed away, then it's hiding and seeking time."

[catpiper]

It does help when he moves away. That allows her look at the forest around them instead of concentrating on his actions. Being within sight is enough to ease most of her worries about being alone. A secure escape route is enough to quell every other fear in her for the time being. Big rocks, glass-all things to avoid if she's got to run. If they have to run.

The gesture Lup makes-the thumbs up-distracts her. She doesn't know what that means and looks down to hand, making the her own thumbs up and letting it fall without a word. And she listens intently when the strings are pointed out, taking care to note where they are and how to get around them. To her, these are intricate little warning signals. Impressive, even, and she wonders if they would work on ghosts too. This bit of security must be why they feel safe in one place.

That's home and her eyes light up like she's looking at a castle for the first time. There's a shelter-a house that's a size she's never seen before and-

She dumps all the contents of her bag to the ground so they can shuffle through for their items among the garbage. Apparently carrying them here was the beginning and end of her helpful nature. Hopefully nothing broke? It's probably fine. She doesn't seem concerned about it because she's stumbled upon the greatest treasure of all-a grody little elf camp.

"Families live in a 'home'. I know about that. The bears lived in that kind of place too." And she hovers by the tent first, poking her head in to see what's crackalackin in there. Only to get distracted by the hammock out of the corner of her eye. That's weird. Why put a blanket(??) up like that? Maybe it's to shield them from something? To test out that dumb theory, she kneels under it and presses her hands against it from there. It doesn't fall. Doesn't do much of anything. "Do you hide from the sun here?"