Scrap It - Junk Yard [ OPEN! ]

[prorenataa]

Who: Everybody
When: During the Moira's visit to the Mini Colony
Where: The Mini Colony
What: A junk yard
Warnings: Could be violence but none for now, will update if necessary.



In an area of space known as the Runoff you might expect a junk yard of epic proportions. It would appear that the yard, known on the colony as 'Scrap It', lived up to those expectations.

Positioned at the edge of the colony, it seemed to go on for miles. From scrap metal, to scraps of ships, to scraps of just about anything the mind could imagine, it had made its way to this Mini Colony; this junk yard.

The place was a treasure trove of raw materials for anyone with an eye to pick it and the smarts to develop it! Though the yard did NOT deal in high end tech or software disposal (you’re not going to build an AI from scratch out of this place) some people might recognize bits and pieces that belonged to their worlds. Even without those bits, the particularly crafty might still be able to develop a project or two.

During the day the clientele was pretty much as you’d expect. Mechanics, inventors, bargain hunters all mostly above board types who are simply going about their own business.

At night it’s a slight different story.

Night time in the yard is the time of scavengers and opportunists. Fist fights were a common sight, especially if two or more people were after the same bit of torn bit hose. Physical altercations were often the easier way to go about getting what you wanted, as more enterprising individuals would stake their claim on a bit of the yard, and their 'customers' had to be ready to trade, pay or fight for it.

Bidding wars were a song of the night in the yard.

The yard was manned by employees at all hours. Those in the daylight were fairly easy to find, could even be helpful if asked politely. Those on duty during the night kept to the office and weren't interested in being bothered by what was going on outside; they had ill gotten gains to count!

[ Welcome to Scrap It!

OOC information about the yard can be found here including approval from the mods for characters to find canon items in the yard! If you want to find something and/or want a thread with an NPC for the yard, let me know on the OOC post!

Otherwise, enjoy your dumpster diving! ]

Comments

[ryuuzaki]

His expression is grave.

"If they're occupied, what do we do next? We'll take them, of course, but what can we do with them on the ship? Are they able to leave the unit?"

The term "capture" implies not.

[a_shadow]

Her mouth turns down at the corners, showing her displeasure. This whole thing is turning out to be more than she anticipated needing to deal with. "We'll have to figure that out in that case." She doesn't know enough about how the units work, how they interface with other equipment—none of that.

Anyway, she's not going to be sidetracked by those considerations—she's going to buy these items whether she knows what to do with them or not. Soon enough she sees someone who appears to be an employee, gauging by their mode of dress, and her pace increases.

[ryuuzaki]

He allows the expression to fall from his face, then says to her quietly,

"Try to play it cool. I know it may not be easy, but the last thing we want is for the price to go up because they can tell that you're interested, or because they come to understand what the units are. Our best chance of getting them out of here is if they continue to think that they're useless junk."

[a_shadow]

Her eyebrows go up slightly, and she shakes her head, irritated. He's absolutely right. Her usual manner of dealing with such a turn in negotiations would include physical threats, but that's not going to be possible with her being in this condition. "Yeah. Okay," she says. She slows her pace a bit as she continues to make her way, and eventually she's approaching the vendor.

"Hey," she says. "I was looking at those purple things over there in that scrap pile. I was thinking they'd be an interesting piece of decor. Do you happen to have an inventory list that would show how many of them there are?"

[prorenataa]

The figure who pulled itself out of what might be some sort of engine block was androgynous. The oversized coveralls that protected their body not giving much of a hint about gender and though humanoid, their features were just altered enough to be alien.

Blinking at Tex, then L and then looking around towards the pile she indicated.

"Something that small?" Glancing around at the hulking piles of junk all around them, the being shook their head. "No, we do not keep inventory like that. Only the large items or items of large quantity."

[ryuuzaki]

L keeps himself from snorting when Tex says "interesting piece of decor" -- interesting as applied to decor only if the word is being used as a euphemism, he thinks. The units are interesting in and of themselves, but not for their aesthetics... still, they should probably be careful not to indicate any particular value for them.

His smile is bright and hollow, not quite reaching his eyes.

"Darling, I told you they were junk. It won't bother me if you can't find enough to suspend the bed canopy from. I'd rather not spend the money on them anyway... I'm certainly not going to jettison anything we have to make room for them."

Hopefully she'll pick up on the idea: a couple married recently enough to still be decorating, but not so recently that he'll do absolutely anything to please her.

[a_shadow]

She has to resist the urge to elbow him sharply for that 'darling', though she can't seem to prevent herself from shooting him a slight glare. She catches on immediately, of course, and she figures as it happens that it fits into their ploy for him to be appear to be annoying her, anyway. So she only suppresses it a little.

"I know," she says. "It's not too big a deal, then, is it? I just wondered." She returns her attention to the attendant and shrugs. "Thanks anyway."

[prorenataa]

"No problem," the attendant responded with a friendly smile before turning back to the engine block.

[ryuuzaki]

"I suppose we'll just have to dig out what we can find, then," L replies, airily, moving away from the attendant.

Once they're some distance away, his tone becomes more normal, and he says, "All right. How many do you think you saw in that heap? I'll get as many as I can without injuring myself, but I really don't know what we'll do if we can't afford them all. The good news is that they don't know what the units are... or they do, and it's immaterial here."

[a_shadow]

Well, at least the attendant doesn't seem to care much about them. Tex decides to avoid persisting in asking about them, following Daniel's lead once again.

"I saw four of them, without much effort," she says in response to his question. She looks over at him, wondering if there's some catch in his offer to dig the units out for her. She's not going to openly question, though. If there's no catch she doesn't want to put the idea in his head to negotiate with her. "There really didn't seem to be any reaction to me asking about them, though, you're right about that." That's definitely good news.