Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
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Post by Shanodin on Jul 15, 2010 22:11:03 GMT -5
Botanica sighs, "It is a religion here, unfortunately, and religious artifacts almost always command the fanatics's attentions. Given his popularity, well...I would be surprised if it had gone for little."
"This does not, by any stretch of the imagination, mean I approve. At all."
Noah relaxes back into his seat and raises his number when the clock comes up. It's a pretty thing. His daughter would like it, and he really should bid on something to keep up appearances. He's really only here to observe certain people who have utterly failed at calling attention to themselves since coming to Pz-Zazz.
The old robot who won the altar seems to have no interest at all in the current offering, instead turning to examine the fools who dared to bid against him. He memorizes the appearance of each of those outsiders; this will be their last appearance anywhere, most likely.
As he scans the crowds, his eyes light on Bambi and company. Botanica earns an appraising glance, and Bambi much the same. When Vy'lein's optics stop on Rodimus, though, the old man's eyes narrow. The boy's coat doesn't cover his flames nearly enough. Heathen. Has the boy no shame?
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Post by Soundwave on Jul 17, 2010 20:57:00 GMT -5
Soundwave is absolutely positive no good would come from Swindle having a broadcast sattelite...but now is not the time to have a discussion about it. Soundwave merely complies with a, //Yes.// before returning to silently watching the auction.
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Post by Ramulus on Jul 18, 2010 9:28:45 GMT -5
Apparantly, history won't recall Ramulus bidding on the altar. So he never did. *
This means that the bot is leaning in his chair, watching the items. There's not much else to do otherwise.
* Due to mysterious disappearance of post.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 18, 2010 14:47:42 GMT -5
The security guards eye Rodiimus Prime a bit but don't do more than eye him yet. If he doesn't behave, however...
Bambi shivers when Vy'lein looks at her, and she can't even say why.
The clock is only at 350 shanix, and the crowd doesn't seem terribly interested in it. If Mr. Be'net actually wants the clock, he'll have an easy time of getting it. Otherwise, he can let it slide into obscurity with a horologist, which is a profession not nearly as suited to Pz-Zazz as it sounds.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 18, 2010 16:26:26 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime totally behaves! He behaves with a behavingness! Well, when he's not cracking the arms on chairs, but he's stopped doing that.
He starts to absently flip through the auction's presentation book again, but he hesitates a moment as he gets an impression that he's being watched. He looks around, frowning, and catches the gaze of old Vy'lein a moment.
Hnh. What's his problem?
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Jul 18, 2010 21:13:39 GMT -5
That's a nice clock, and inexpensive, a real baragin. Swindle likes to have nice things, so he raises his bidding paddle. If the bidding goes higher than 450 shanix he'll drop out. It's not a 500-shanix-nice clock. Sure he's bidding against a potential business partner/customer/someone with business cards, but it is an auction, after all.
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Jul 18, 2010 22:40:30 GMT -5
Noah raises the bid once, bringing it up that 450 shanix point, more to see how Swindle presses or even if he does than through any real interest in the piece.
Botancia has no interest in the clock at all. Now that Rodimus seems more or less calm, she's gone back to perusing her catalog and making mental notes about things that need doing once she's back aboard ship.
She catches Bambi's shiver out of the corner of one eye and looks up, too late to catch Vy'lein's optics on her, but quick enough to see how he's glaring at Rodimus- and how Rodimus is frowning back.
Oh dear. What now?
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Post by Soundwave on Jul 19, 2010 18:52:30 GMT -5
Soundwave quietly watched and listened to the auction no items of interest to him. At least not yet. All he could do now is await until Swindle need his monetary assistance.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 22, 2010 9:42:22 GMT -5
OOC: Timed out, skipping peeps.
Bambi also behaves, so that makes this all very strange, to have both Rodimus Prime and a Dinobot behaving. What next, Kup behaving? ...nah, probably not.
Swindle won't go about 450, and Nr. Be'net just bid 450 shanix, so it would appear that Mr. Be'net has just won a clock. Will he come collect his prize?
There seem to be a lot more guards on the scene, in those nondescript suits and earpieces. It is hard to say when they arrived. They're just here, all of a sudden. They scan the crowd, looking for possible trouble makers, and indeed, a few people are asked to leave and quietly escorted out. Their gazes fall hard upon the Transformers, though they don't do quite anything yet.
The auctioneer presses a button with his long beak, and a forcefield springs forth from the podium, protecting him and his rather decorative assistant (she's from Planet Dekotora). He announces nervously, "Due to the religious nature of this next item, some patrons may be offended and may wish to leave now."
Funny, he didn't make that announcement before the altar.
"It is..."
The more in the know of the crowd behind to look sharply interested, as four rather tough-looking ex-combat androids in suits bear out a palanquin containing a small box. They set the box down on the block with the gravest of care. What could be inside? Three of the four take up guard posts around the box. The fourth pulls a golden cord, pulling back the red velvet curtains on the box.
There's a stone egg inside.
"...the God-Egg of Pz-Zazz! Bidding starts at 10,000 shanix. Do I hear-"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 22, 2010 18:35:33 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns and tilts his head, expression more than a little puzzled. He leans back in his seat and rubs his chin, then shakes his head.
He had been expecting... something. But... maybe sometimes a stone egg is just a stone egg?
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Jul 22, 2010 19:23:02 GMT -5
Swindle doesn't immediately bid on the Egg. That will only jack the price up. He'll wait until the bidding gets serious and then throw his proverbial hat into the ring. Instead he throws one arm over the back of his seat and leans back to grin at Noah Be'net. "Congratulations on your new timepiece," he stage whispers.
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Jul 23, 2010 0:16:11 GMT -5
Noah does not get up and immediately head to pay up. Noah will wait until the auction is done. Just in case.
Noah quirks the barest smile at Swindle, also speaking lowly, "Thanks. I have a fondness for clocks. One can never have enough time, if only to make sure that you're not caught short- or that your time runs out before you're ready."
"It's a tricky commodity, time, but if one handles it carefully, one can certainly turn a profit."
The other players in the game are obviously all interested in the egg, but none of them are bidding. It seems those with the real money are going to wait for the peasants to cast in their lots first.
Up front, Botanica is also frowning. She expected...more.
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Post by Ramulus on Jul 23, 2010 15:20:57 GMT -5
Ramulus quirks a brow, then transmits directly on the radio to Autobot, Maximal and Dinobot: //So, what's the cred value on your accounts? Or is command really here to just watch, hmm? I wonder.//
He reckons that out of all of them, only Bambi would be the other one so high-likely to go to an auction like this.... just. to. watch.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 23, 2010 18:36:23 GMT -5
//Huh? Me Bambi no have much money. Just here to watch,// Bambi answers Ramulus, mildly confused.
Wherever anyone goes, there will always be idiots that bid up the price early on, like squabbling little crows over a corpse - they'll be startled away when the big buzzards arrive to tear away the choicest piece of rotting meat from the corpse.
There are even dumber idiots than that, though, including a spiky black and red alien, like a death metal porcupine, who rushes the stage, shouting, "Death!" he draws a wavy bladed dagger, and before the breath has entirely left his lungs, one of the four combat androids in such nice suits has dropped him to the ground in a puddle, courtesy of eyebeams.
The auctioneer doesn't blink; doesn't pause. "17,000. Do I hear 18,000?"
Some discreet guards come to haul away the corpse, and some audience members of more delicate constitution gracefully swoon in their seats.
It's up to 20,000 already, and the blood isn't dry on the floor yet.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 23, 2010 18:51:53 GMT -5
//Not near enough for this,// Rodimus answers. //Maybe back home, I could have, but... besides, it's just a stone egg. I've known people willing to take on Galvatron for less than that. Not worth it.//
He starts to stand up as the black and red spiky man goes rushing down the aisles, but as the droids take care of the guy, he frowns, then sits back down.
Now he feels guilty for not saving the attacker, which is stupid, because he knows damn well he might have killed the guy if he had gotten involved.
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