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[onepunching]

Who: Saitama + You!
What: Saitama throws a yard sale to get rid of the clutter in his home.
When: April 12th, Anytime between morning to late afternoon!
Where: Radegast's front yard
Warnings: None

[ open to all ]

[ Sprawled out on the grassy front yard of Saitama’s house are piles of antique and goodies. The previous owner of the home was quite the hoarder, so it’s time to clear some things out— and make a little cash too. Small, homemade flyers were slipped into various mailboxes in the far shore as advertisements.

All the items are arranged rather haphazardly on blankets and a few tables for the more fragile things. The items for sale range from kitschy home decor, old books, lawn ornaments, and at least five different tea sets. Most of the items are western-style due to the origin of the god.

Saitama sits on a fold out lawn chair with his face buried in a manga. He peers up every once in a while to make sure there’s no funny business going on. ]

You gonna buy somethin’ or what?

( Will match any style and feel free to start with something different or assume any kind stuff is for sale! )

[ closed to genos ]

[ Saitama is up uncharacteristically early and sipping a warm cup of tea in the living room. He’s only awake so early because they have to set up for the garage sale in a couple hours. The idea of clearing up the mess in the house, and potentially making money was a good motivator.

He had been feeling a bit under the weather lately, and hadn’t spent much time with Genos even after their talk about hanging out more. In a … strange turn of events Saitama had ended up spending more time with the injured kitten than his shinki.

Which is why the cat is currently rolling around on the couch beside him playing with a loose bit of string Saitama is flicking about. ]

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cat

[scrap_metal]

[ Genos finishes taking notes on what to sell from the basement and returns on the first floor. He enters the living room and-- backtracks immediately. No way is he going to be the one to interrupt the fun, but he's very curious to see what's going on so his head perks out from the entrance.

So stealthy... only not ]

[onepunching]

[ Saitama continues playing with the kitten until a strange feeling comes over him. It almost feels as though he's being watched.

Saitama raises his gaze from the kitty to the doorway only to make eye contact with his shinki. He's mid-sip with his tea and barely manages to keep from spitting it out in surprise. He's more or less caught. Keeping his usual pokerface Saitama nods for Genos to come over. ]

You finish up with the basement? [ He's definitely not bringing up the cat. Even with it attempting to bite at his hand and failing to even make a mark. ]

[scrap_metal]

[ And of course kitten playing won't be brought at all. This is all strictly professional. ] Yes. There is collection of antiques gathering dust. Three bicycles. Some garden equipment that might be of use. Lots of jars with pickles, still looking edible. A rolled wolfskin. [ he starts reading from the note, but he doesn't finish, and instead comes closer and hands Saitama the full list ]

I'll take care of it further, but first I'm going to make breakfast. [ he started his morning from working, instead of eating. And now he got a low carbohydrates warning flashing in his field of vision. ]

yard sale!

[gentilitea]

[ Well the flyers could have been made better, but they did the job well enough despite falling under Jakob’s scrutiny.

With a sheet of that advertisement clutched in hand Jakob marches right into Saitama’s view with the look of a man preparing for war.

Or worse—he’s here to haggle. ]

Good day. It has come to my attention that the Lord Radegast is in possession of certain antique tea sets for sale…

[onepunching]

Huh? [ The formality of the man standing in front of him momentarily catches Saitama off guard, but he recovers pretty quickly. ]

Yeah I've got a couple layin' around here somewhere. [ He stands up and begins weaving through the various rows of items no his yard. He's pointing them out as they pass by them. ]

There's that green one over there, that really tiny one with the roses, the blue one, another green one, two white sets, and this really weird one here with the cats. [ They were all of varying quality. Some of the sets were practically mint condition, but others were missing a few pieces. For some reason it never occurred to Saitama to place all the tea sets all in one place. ]

Whaddya think?

[gentilitea]

[ Jakob follows him around, his frown deepening. This rather a bit shabbierthan what he’d expected of these “yard sales,” then again he has been a butler to nobility. The lack of proper organization and presentation here just niggles at him so.

Once Saitama concludes the tour, Jakob takes a deep breath, his gaze lingering on the set with the cats. If he remembers correctly, his god is a bit partial to cats, and yet… ]

Is that all? [ And here he’d done his research on the finest china produced in the area. ] I was hoping you’d have some prime specimens of Noritake china available. Or perhaps some Spode or Wedgewood pieces from the Near Shore?

[readerofthestars]

[Old books? Nageki's interested. He's going to stop and flip through a few of them, very curious.]

... How much do you want for the books?

[onepunching]

[ Saitama looks down at the table Genos neatly arranged the books on. ]

You want all of 'em? [ Not that Saitama would complain, but there's such a wide variety of topics he can't imagine someone being interested in it all. ]

[readerofthestars]

[Well, he does but--]

If I can afford it, yes. But for each of them.

[aristacrat]

[Reiji is very seriously contemplating buying a pink lawn flamingo when he notices the guy running this whole "yard sale" thing.]

Do you have any model kits?

[He really has no idea how this is supposed to work. Is it a store? Can you just sell the stuff that's in your house? Why would you sell the stuff that's in your house?

But most importantly: Are there model kits?]

[onepunching]

...
What's a model kit?

[ That should be answer enough... but you never know. ]

[aristacrat]

[Well, damn. But he can try explaining.]

Like...you know...

[He scratches at the back of his head and frowns. This is Sei's hobby, not his, but he kind of wanted something to keep himself busy.]

It has lots of little plastic pieces that you put together to make something. Like a Gundam or something.

[There are other kinds of model kits, he knows, but he really only cares about Gunpla.]

[diehardreaper]

[ Don't mind him poking around here and there. He's keeping his hands... er... hand to himself though, poking around here and there whenever something catches his eye. ]

You know... I dunno yet! I'll just take a butchers with what you've got and see later.

[ A pause though as he squints at the books. ]

All of this is yours?

[onepunching]

[ Saitama sits up in his chair. ]

Uh... kinda. It was all in my house, so it's mine now.

Think the old Radegast had it. [ While he isn't complaining about some of the free stuff (tv, pots and pans, tea pot), a lot of it is useless to him. ]

[diehardreaper]

Fancy that! These old gods certainly leave a fair bit of junk behind, don't they? My house is filled with it so... good on you for thinking of selling the lot.

[ A pause as he turns his attention to the books. ]

Wouldn't have anything on medicine in here, would you? Demon slaying? Cookbooks?

[mybadhabit]

[You should be paying better attention to your surroundings, Saitama, because there's a ninja sneaking around. No, he's not stealing things (okay, so maybe he pocketed some jewelry adorned with pewter animal skulls), he's slinking up behind Saitama, sword raised and ready to slash through Saitama's manga and his head]

sneaky lil thief!!

[onepunching]

[ Saitama just finishes a chapter of his manga and leans back to stretch. The minute motion is too much for the crappy fold-out lawn chair, and it collapses. He's staring face up at Sonic. ]

Ah. Hey. Wanna buy somethin'? [ Even with the sword, Saitama sees him as a non-threat. ]

ur favorite sneaky lil thief!

[mybadhabit]

What the fuck?! [he hadn't expected to whiff like that. He'd expected Saitama to notice at the last second and do something crazy to stop the blow, so he put his full strength into it. Without something to stop him, he spins in a full circle, trips over his feet, and tumbles down into Saitama's lap]

What? I'm not here for your crap, Saitama, I'm here to fight you!

[heiancrescent]

[Old, kitschy and dusty? Mikazuki is drawn like a bear to honey.

Everything looked interesting to this first time customer.]

So this is what a shop is... I must say this is quite the collection.

[onepunching]

Huh? It's a yard sale not a shop. [ Sure this was his first time doing one, but he's at least familiar with the concept. ]

But, thanks. It's all for sale too.

[heiancrescent]

[Yard sale, shop, they sell things so they feel close enough.

Mikazuki finds his interested captured by the old books and a collection of lawn gnomes.]

These look interesting. I would like to have them.

[galactically]

[Frankly Sheryl would've walked right past the yard without a second glance — that is, if Genos hadn't mentioned the prospect of free lamps with colorful stained-glass shades. But since he did, she stops just a good distance away, glancing at the items with scrutiny.

All before she gives Saitama an expectant look.]

Genos said I can find free lamps in here.

[onepunching]

[ Free lamps? Saitama peers up from his manga. Of course it's some diva-looking girl asking for a handout. He knows this type all too well. ]

The lamps? Yeah they're with all the other free stuff... at someone else's yard sale.

No handouts. [ He promptly goes right back to reading his manga. He definitely needs to have a talk with Genos if what this lady says is true. ]

[ex_adept179]

[Slaine's in the middle of looking books over when Saitama speaks to him. If he's been watching a while, it's something of a process. He picks up one book and looks it over, leafs through it a little, before replacing it and examining another. The way he handles the things, one might think he believes they're incredibly delicate.

He jolts a little when he's spoken to, apparently rather invested in looking at the back cover of one such book, and glances in the man's direction]

Well, I...was deciding.

[A cautious spender, Slaine Troyard]

[onepunching]

What kinda books are ya looking for? [ He's really not that interested on a personal level, but he wants to make sure no one is just wandering around for fun or treating it like a library. Saitama is trying to make some cash here. ]