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driftfleet2018-10-14 07:37 pm
spellsteal) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-14 07:37 pm
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[ you don't have enough money. ]
Who: Belthazar and... you!
Broadcast: Y
Action: Y, on the surface or on the Goldstone if you like
When: Anytime while on trashplanet
[video;]
[Belthazar looks annoyed when he appears on the feed, his ears pinned tight against black hair.]
I'll keep it short and to the point: I'm looking for new kitchen accessories and I need suggestions on where to find them. A few things were missing or not up to standard in the ship's kitchen when I took over, and I'm frankly tired of it. I need better things.
[He pulls out a piece of paper.] I'm looking for a new can opener, metal whisks, baking pans and sheets, glass dishes, stainless steel bowls, an extra large roasting pan... and a potato peeler. What kind of person lives without a peeler?
The planet is awfully disorganized, so I haven't had much luck so far.
[He huffs.]
I have aspirations for Pilgrim's Bounty this year and I won't let this hunk of garbage ruin them.
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[planetside; market]
[Belthazar has some shopping to do. And that means, of course, a trip to the massive auction place. He doesn't have as much money in the bank as he could, so he's wary of spending too much regardless, but some of these people are obviously trying to scam him.
Exhibit A: this guy talks a mile a minute and keeps doing weird things with his eyes when he blinks. He also smells like old yams, and he's been trying to sell Belthazar a corn stripper for about fifteen minutes.]
That's not what I'm interested in. I want that set of bread pans, and like I said before, I'm not paying more than thirty for it.
Ah, but they are-- special! Very special. You see, they were used by the best bakers a hundred years ago-- an absolutely priceless antique. No one would pay less than a hundred for these, seeing as their value is even more--
Just a minute ago you said they were selling for eighty. You can't even keep your lies straight, old man!
Out of the generosity of my heart, however, I'll give 'em to you for a hundred twenty.
[The elf, already red-faced, looks like he's about to blow a gasket. He's struggling not to wind his arm back and punch this guy-- who is already leaning so close. Granted, setting him on fire will be more effective...
Will you shield the shopkeeper from Belth's wrath, try to diffuse the situation, or just stand back and watch?]
Broadcast: Y
Action: Y, on the surface or on the Goldstone if you like
When: Anytime while on trashplanet
[video;]
[Belthazar looks annoyed when he appears on the feed, his ears pinned tight against black hair.]
I'll keep it short and to the point: I'm looking for new kitchen accessories and I need suggestions on where to find them. A few things were missing or not up to standard in the ship's kitchen when I took over, and I'm frankly tired of it. I need better things.
[He pulls out a piece of paper.] I'm looking for a new can opener, metal whisks, baking pans and sheets, glass dishes, stainless steel bowls, an extra large roasting pan... and a potato peeler. What kind of person lives without a peeler?
The planet is awfully disorganized, so I haven't had much luck so far.
[He huffs.]
I have aspirations for Pilgrim's Bounty this year and I won't let this hunk of garbage ruin them.
-----
[planetside; market]
[Belthazar has some shopping to do. And that means, of course, a trip to the massive auction place. He doesn't have as much money in the bank as he could, so he's wary of spending too much regardless, but some of these people are obviously trying to scam him.
Exhibit A: this guy talks a mile a minute and keeps doing weird things with his eyes when he blinks. He also smells like old yams, and he's been trying to sell Belthazar a corn stripper for about fifteen minutes.]
That's not what I'm interested in. I want that set of bread pans, and like I said before, I'm not paying more than thirty for it.
Ah, but they are-- special! Very special. You see, they were used by the best bakers a hundred years ago-- an absolutely priceless antique. No one would pay less than a hundred for these, seeing as their value is even more--
Just a minute ago you said they were selling for eighty. You can't even keep your lies straight, old man!
Out of the generosity of my heart, however, I'll give 'em to you for a hundred twenty.
[The elf, already red-faced, looks like he's about to blow a gasket. He's struggling not to wind his arm back and punch this guy-- who is already leaning so close. Granted, setting him on fire will be more effective...
Will you shield the shopkeeper from Belth's wrath, try to diffuse the situation, or just stand back and watch?]
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I suppose you also don't have flour or salt, and you eat beans straight out of the can.
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Perhaps I'll invite you for a proper meal and show you what a potato peeler can do.
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[ he doesn't actually expect anyone to get the joke. ]