OPEN TRANSMISSION/LOG: 6/24/12

[reselling]

khzhwfhkhwz--fter some... renovations, I figure it's high time to get back into business.

So hey! Ladies, gentlemen, killjoys and dracs, The Lucky Strike is ready for your credits! If you need junk, scrap, scrapped junk, or junked scrap, I've got it. Most likely. Just... be ready to do a little digging.

Come find me out in Zone 4 if you're in a buying mood. Or even just a chatting mood, I'm not picky. Don't see a whole lot of people out this far, besides. That's the Lucky Strike, in Zone 4. Just look for the big-ass neon clover and you're there.

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[Well, that probably went well. Storefront's all cleaned up... relatively, blaster is charged, water's on hand and the gate's open. Time to kick back and wait for customers.]

((OOC: Open to all, either via radio or in person!))

Comments

Transmission

[smiling_blindly]

Inviting dracs and killjoys to the same place? Probably not the smartest of moves. Unless, y'know, you want a firefight.

[There's a laugh clear in his voice as he speaks into his radio, leaning against his white motor cycle.]

You zone rats really will make a business out of anything, huh?

Transmission

[reselling]

Well, maybe not at the same time. But a customer's a customer, as long as they don't cause too much trouble.

[The receiving laugh is... not as sincere. But he'll offer it anyway.]

I'm just filling a niche. People want shiny things to play around with, I do them the service of compiling it all under one roof.

Re: Transmission

[smiling_blindly]

Gonna have to be lucky to not have them at the same time. Just saying.

[He's still grinning, a laugh still lighting his voice up.]

You guys do like your shiny things.

Sounds like an interesting shop too, think I might have to come over and see what the deal is.

Transmission

[reselling]

I think I've got all the luck I need.

By all means, stop by. I'll be waiting, and it's not hard to miss.

Transmission -> Action

[smiling_blindly]

Shiny.

[He laughs one more time before turning off the radio.

About an hour later Ed is walking up to the store, brushing some dust off his white blaze. He can't help but whistle, lowering in sunglasses down. He left the mask back on his bike.]

Man, wasn't kidding about the clover...

Action

[reselling]

[Cash is inside, waiting for... well, anybody to show up, really. When he hears the bike come in and sees the... "drac" shining against the desert backdrop, he almost chuckles. Almost.

But for now, he'll wait until his customer is actually inside to start interacting.]