week 2

[arsholes]

[One week down and (if the Alchemist's promise is to be believed) just three more to go. In the past week royalty has been bullied, explicitly non-Satanic chairs were ordered and you began the pact-bonding process with your new proprietor of mercantile wares, ✨Garfield the Deals Warlock✨.

All in all, a surprisingly good week despite the kidnapping and looming threat of death. We'll see how long that lasts.


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

✨WEEKLY DEALS✨
1. The Cloak of Duplication - An ancient vampiric artifact, when worn it changes your appearance and voice to perfectly mimic another individual of your choosing. (You still have to sell the act, though.) [5 coins] SOLD
2. The Battle Axe of Hatred - A sick as hell electric guitar with an energy that feels like it is powered by the screaming of an ancient and evil lord- or at least once was. It has a signature on the body that simply says "Ron" and looks like it might have been written in blood. [5 coins]
3. The Jable - Put down your keys and stay a while. [2 coins]


✨LEFTOVER STOCK AT 50% MARK-UP✨
1. The Tingler - The whole hand tingles from wearing this ring, as if more blood rushes through the area. [2 coins]
2. Christine Jr. - A tiny red convertible. It's powered by pedals like a bicycle, with a steering wheel. For some reason it makes you think of old men in silly hats. [6 coins]



(( OOC: Don't forget to submit your orders for any threads that aren't with the Alchemist or Garfield! The Alchemist and Garfield both have "office hours" now so feel free to reach out to them. The compact functions have also been updated and don't forget activity check!

This week is where the real game begins, so get in your regains and CR while you can. >:3 ))

Comments

[rikonstructed]

[Well, Nuadha was making his way over to inspect the parchment. But now he's inspecting Wu instead, because. What.]

...I see that. Do you not know how to get back up?

[seaweedwrap]

It hurts to much to get up! [someone's a dramatic baby]

[rikonstructed]

Nothing appears broken.

[Because he can definitely tell that just from looking. But after a second he remembers that people feel pain, heaves a sigh that is in no way also dramatic, and sticks out a metal hand to offer Wu a hand up.]

[seaweedwrap]

How do you know? [...oh! But this guy is offering a hand up. Okay! Wu will reach out and take that]

[rikonstructed]

[Completely deadpan, very heartening:] There would be more blood.

[But up Wu comes! Twink weight is not very hard to lift.]

[seaweedwrap]

[Twink weight is, in fact, incredibly easy to lift!]

Oh, ew. [he does not like the thought of all that blood ICK]

[rikonstructed]

If you're that squeamish about it, you should learn to be more careful with tools.

[Just letting go and eyeing if Wu is actually going to stay upright now.]

[seaweedwrap]

[there's a bit of a sway, but he does stay up right] I was trying to be careful. It's not my fault these nails don't go easily into that wall. [petulant]

[rikonstructed]

Then you're using them wrong.

[He casts a dubious look at Wu's everything before he bends to retrieve the hammer. And just taking a quick glance at the parchment, while he's at it.]

[seaweedwrap]

[that sure is a pajama party announcement]

How am I supposed to know that? [does he look like someone who has ever used a hammer in his life????]

[rikonstructed]

[It's a hammer? Possibly mankind's simplest invention?? He is so full of doubts now.]

Where were you putting this. I'll show you once.

[And with another glance at the announcement:]

Aren't you a little old for pajama parties?

[seaweedwrap]

I was putting it up there. [he points to a spot in the stone wall where there's already a bit of a divot--and at that second part, though, he scoffs]

The only time anyone is too old for pajama parties is if they're too old for fun.

[rikonstructed]

Everyone here is too old for fun.

[Does he mean that earnestly? Entirely possible. But he sighs and sets the parchment against the wall where Wu is pointing--

And then just. Stops.]

...Here. In the stone.

[seaweedwrap]

No one's to old for fun, unless they're just a stick-in-the-mud.

[as for that other thing--]

Well sure. Where else am I gonna put it?

[rikonstructed]

Unless you're much stronger than you look? Anywhere else.

[Yeah, he's moving the parchment pointedly over towards the nearest wood surface before he lifts the hammer.

And skimming the announcement again and just having the worst premonition right now about how pleased Baldr is about to be.]

You're going through a lot of trouble to plan this when I doubt anyone has pajamas.

[seaweedwrap]

[.....wait]

...oh Spirits, I don't think I have pajamas!

[rikonstructed]

[He jerks a little in surprise--at the abruptness? at the sheer range of emotions he's going through at hearing that? who knows--and barely misses hitting his own hand with the hammer. Very blandly, he's going to switch it to his left.]

...I'm not nailing this up if you're thinking about changing the theme now.

1/3

[seaweedwrap]

Of course I'm not going to change the theme! [almost as if insulted that he would suggest it.]

2/3

[seaweedwrap]

[NOPE HE'S JUST GONNA WHIP HIS PHONE OUT AND CALL GARFIELD and add a pair of pajamas last minute to his special order]

3/3

[seaweedwrap]

There. [he snaps the compact closed] Problem solved.

[rikonstructed]

[did he just watch a guy make a deal with a shady cat for some pajamas of all things

this is fine]

...Well. You're decisive.

[It's maybe actually a compliment? He'll go back to hammering.]

[seaweedwrap]

When it comes to parties, I know exactly what I want. [he sounds far too smug about that]

[rikonstructed]

[He can't do much more than sigh about that smugness when he already knows he's going to end up at this party. Hammering busily away!]

Is that what kings do in your world?