melodiesofeternity | Black Kiddilion - The Beginning of the End

Who: Okuyasu and anyone willing to sacrifice it all for those sweet deals
When: November 24th-27th
Where: Kiddilion
What: Everyone meets up outside of the city's tunnels, then attempts to partake in the sales. Things don't go well.
Warnings/Notes: This is a Mingle Log, so everyone puts up a toplevel based on the prompts.

A. The Meetup

Sunrise on the 24th. Okuyasu has an old coat he bought at a second-hand store (which he plans to replace with something that hasn't lost the stuffing or is coming loose - it's a treat for himself, especially since his new home is kinda cold) and a fabric bag stuffed with other fabric bags.

He had expected many other shoppers waiting outside for the stores to open, but not...

"How are we gonna fit all inside?"

B. The Shopping

They were not kidding about the sales. They weren't kidding about the crowds, either. No matter the store, the lines are an hour long, more for the bigger departments. Be careful that you don't step on anyone's toes and start a fight - a magic-powered fight would be terrible indoors, and that's not to say that you'd be arrested and banned from the city.

Thankfully, some merchants have set up food and drink stalls for the tired shoppers at extortionist prices. The pop-up motels are great, but who wants to sleep when they can get better places in the line?

C. Secrets

You aren't supposed to explore the city outside of the designated shopping areas. You'd get lost, they say...unless you're a Geomancer or Black Mage. Either way, you have slipped away from the crowd and found some hidden tunnels. Some of them are innocuous - hording locations for treasure and consumer products. Some of them have cloaked Black Mages attempting a dark magic ritual they read about in a popular Dark Arts Mog Blog.

Sometimes, you might run into the other Black Kiddilion. The one claiming to sell legitimate Hamster Pelts, unknown concoctions made by local Chemists, and cheap items that are totally not knock-offs. What, of course this sword is made of solid steel!

D. Wild Card

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a. dawn of disaster

This was absolutely a mistake. Tidus looked at the crowd doubtfully, re-adjusting his pack on his shoulder.

"To save money, I guess...? But I"m thinking we should just back out and come back another time. This looks like it might be...y'know. Lethal."

c. secrets

It was easy to take a wrong turn when you were weighed down by several bags. Tidus stumbled into the dark, finding himself in a tunnel of mismatched shoes. He crouched to look at them, narrowing his eyes.

"Think I might've gotten off on the wrong foot here."

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Okuyasu took that comment as a challenge. "They're gonna come anyway, man! It's a battle wills, whoever leaves first gets nothing except regret and wasted time. We can't turn back now! What if the shoes you always wanted is inside? It'll be your last chance!"

"Pretty sure those particular shoes are overhyped," he laughed. "But I guess it's something I've never done before? Back home, I was always going out at odd hours, trying to avoid getting mauled by fans. But looks like you don't even have to be famous to get mauled here...eheh..."

And that was concerning. "Uh, I've got the first aid kit though."

Okuyasu may have directed that at Tidus, but he also wanted better casual shoes. Shopping was more fun with friends. Hyped or not, this was a poor man's paradise.

Apart from the maulings, of course. "I think they got doctors out there. Makes sense, anyway."

"I don't think they could squeeze a stretcher in there, so it better not get too serious. Maybe it'd be better to stick together, and set up a signal in case something happens?"

Given his luck lately, he could totally see this being a tragedy, somehow.

"Y'mean with the slate?" They have it on their persons all the time. Foolproof! "Sure, plus we can always hide in a tunnel if a fight breaks out."

Johnny has already lost his patience by being forced to be awake at dawn. He also doesn't like shopping, is annoyed over his lack of money, and has no idea what to buy Reno.

The day hasn't even started, and he's totally done with it.

Johnny stands beside Okuyasu, practically grimacing.

"We'll make room."

With that, Johnny marches forward, a man on a mission. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he's moving forward with such determination and a palpable aura of anger, that people are parting the way for him. Time for Okuyasu to keep up or get swallowed by the crowd folding back in.

Okuyasu is no pussy. He runs after Johnny, holding his head up high and his arms to his side. If he weren't wearing a jacket, he'd show off his awesome buff arms. So buff, so hot.

Several shoppers glare at the rude pair and hunker down on their spots. Two large potential shoppers, a Bangaa and an Elezen, step in front of Johnny.

"What's your problem, goathead?"

After his kidnapping on Crystallis, Johnny has little respect for Bangaa. Not that he wants to be prejudiced, but he's also gotten little reason from them to change that way of thinking. This incident probably won't help.

Johnny shoots a glance at Okuyasu before addressing the pair.

"I wanna get in and get out. And away from all this shit as soon as possible. If yer plannin' on making me stay here any longer than I need to..."

He doesn't finish that. He hopes he doesn't have to.

"Yeah, and I'm pretty good at poofing in and out of places. Might have to run on the ceiling at some point..."

He just laughed. "I could find you that way if I had to."

"Dude! Can you carry me?" The ceiling! Shoppers on the ceiling! "Think they got good sales up there?"

The Bangaa rolls his head, popping his neck. "Yeah? So why don't you wait in the back of the line. We don't like punks that think they're better than everyone else," he sneers.

The Elezen crosses his arms and smirks.

Okuyasu looks at Johnny for their next move.

A.

"Why are there so many people here?" There was such a thing as crowd control, right? Wouldn't a fire marshal have a fit just looking at this?

"Guys, I'm having second thoughts about that cookware set."

B.

"I said no!"

The cookware set was not worth all of this. Damn everyone for getting him into cooking. Damn this set being 85% off. Damn everything.

More importantly, damn the fifth person who was offering to buy his set off of him while he sat in an almost quiet corner, waiting for the checkout lines to go down.

"You know, kupo~," the annoying Moogle began, hands on her hips, "I'm offering you the better deal, here. If you keep refusing, I'll just call the police over here and let them settle-"

"I am the police!"

C.

He had to get away. This place- This whole evening was making him go crazy. He yelled at an old Moogle lady over a discounted set of pots and pans. Who does that?

Maybe this was the real him. No, please not that.

Anyway, he might have taken a few wrong turns trying to get away from the hustle and bustle. Now he was finding stalls with swords, pelts, and a few potions he hadn't seen before. Finn had been trying to up his Chemist game recently, but he was also pretty sure the guild was more reputable than this street vendor who claimed this was a bottle of Pheonix Down. It looked mysteriously like a bottle of water and yellow glitter.

He blinked at the potion, at the salesman, the stalls around him- "Oh." Damn, he probably should have caught on earlier than this.

D. Feel free to wildcard me!

He really doesn't want to start a fight here. Really, he doesn't. He doesn't want his meager holiday savings going to having Reno having to bail him from jail.

Then again, what authority do these two have?

Johnny doesn't make a move yet, but he doesn't back down either.

"Yeah? Tell that to literally everyone here. Who are what are you guys in charge of here, exactly?"

A rhetorical question, mostly. But as the group stands there, people have been pushing past them left and right.

"Hah! This is my home, holiday shopper," The Bangaa sneers. "Wouldn't want some guys actin' like they own the place, do we?" He turned to the Elezen.

"Yeah!" He approves in what can only be described in an accent reminiscent of Fantasy New Jersey. "I'm helpin' him keep you shady guys away from causin' trouble for these hard-workin' folks here!"

An older human woman clears her throat loudly. "Excuse me! Do you mind stepping out of the way?"

Black Kiddilion - The Beginning of the End

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