Blacker Than Black

[trinkett]

Who: Effie Trinket and anyone who wishes to join in the melee. I mean festivities.
What: Black Friday
When: Begins Midnight, Friday, November 29th.
Where: In town with all the shops. And the bakery.
Summary: You know the deal. Shopping. Violence. Bickering over consumer goods.
Rating: PG-13?

Effie never went to bed on Thursday night. She knew, by now, that Jack Horner was gone. Vanished. Not in Luceti anymore. At least, that was what she gathered after extensive questioning and the realization that all of his things were gone. Effie found herself alone in an apartment that did not feel anything like home. Maybe she would move out. Maybe she had to move on, now.

She kept busy on Thursday drinking wine. Lots of wine.

At midnight, she stumbled to the fountain in the center of town, semi-sober and dressed in typical Capitalista fashion. There were supposed to be bodyguards here. And fellow participants, to be sure. Hopefully no one will cause TOO much trouble.


(((PLEASE feel free to mingle, threadhop, dance the springle-ring, jingle some bling, anything. It's wide open.))))

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[stopmjolnirtime]

"A what?" Not that he had much time to wait for an answer before he's hauled along bodily.

[inyourfavor]

"It toasts BOTH sides of the sandwich at once!"

Thor, once you have panini you will never go back.

[stopmjolnirtime]

"A wondrous invention indeed but- how do we hope to find such a thing?" The items in the shoppe had seemed to be random at best.

[trinkett]

"We ransack. But first? We must door-bust."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"We are to pillage the shoppe?" That did not seem to be proper in the slightest.

[trinkett]

"No! No, pillaging would be stealing. We're shopping, dear Thor!" she cooed. "Can you please kick in the door for me?"

[stopmjolnirtime]

"...Might we not just knock? Tis early yet- I do not believe it to be open." The very last thing he wanted was to invoke the Lady Rogue's further ire.

[trinkett]

"But that would not be proper ransacking. I would like to honor the tradition of my homeland..."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Know you the Lady of this Shoppe? I am already in her debt twice over. I should not care to make it thrice. Tradition is to be honored but I should not think that breaking in the door would please any when there is no resistance to be had." This tradition made no sense, Effie. He did open the door- with his hand rather than his foot.

"Should it please you I shall kick a tree down for you once we have 'ransacked' this establishment." As in Effie could ransack to her heart's content and Thor would quietly put everything back in it's place behind her.

[trinkett]

Oh Thor. Kicking down a TREE? "Maybe we can do the bakery instead," she remarked, clearly disappointed, as she swept past him into the shop. How lame. It's not Black Friday unless you kick down a door or two.



And suddenly Effie found herself very sad and homesick. The holiday blues -- they suck.

[stopmjolnirtime]

"I know no one that tends the bakery." And therefor would not feel particularly guilty kicking down that door. Though. Property damage was a concern he knew he ought to be more considerate of in this place.

[onlyeffie]

"You only destroy the doors of those you know?" The question actually sounded honest, not sarcastic. With Thor's build he was probably destroying SOMEONE'S door, somewhere. "Perhaps we can find a place run by someone you DO know, then."

And salvage what was turning out to be a very bleak Black Friday indeed.

[stopmjolnirtime]

"I only kick down the doors of those I do not know and have not yet wronged. I would rather not wrong anyone further- I merely mean to say that I have already earned the wrath of Lady Rogue and would rather not give her further reason to find me abhorrant." He wove carefully through the stacks of items he saw every day, the sorting bin that had not yet been filled, and saw some small items here and there he put in a bag he had brought for himself. Little items that reminded him of Steve, of Jane.

[trinkett]

"Lady Rogue." That sounded like such a DANGEROUS person. Effie couldn't really blame him. "Come on. Let's find that panini maker."

She set off down the aisles.

"OH! And keep an eye open for a mixer!"

[stopmjolnirtime]

"...'twould help were you to tell me what it is I am searching for. I know not the shape nor size of these items." Give a man a hand, Effie. He didn't know anything about panini makers or mixers.

"...do you not mix your dough by hand?"

[trinkett]

"Hahahahahahahahha! By HAND!?"

[stopmjolnirtime]

"You have a cook do that for you, then?"

[inyourfavor]

"A cook at a restaurant. A fine dining establishment. Or a bakery!" she chirped, running her hands over the labels on a stack of food processors. She had no intention of ever using them. She just wanted to HAVE one.

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Then what need have you of a panini maker or a mixer if you dine elsewhere?" It did not make sense to have what you had no use for. Books were for reading, tools for working, a chef's tools would be like any other he would think. Meant to be used.

[onlyeffie]

"Need? People like me don't need. Or -- correction: we don't want for anything. But that doesn't mean that things aren't nice to have! Especially when you're feeling a bit blue. Don't you ever long for things?"

[stopmjolnirtime]

"I have ever had all that I needed in the golden halls of Asgard. All that I have ever longed for I found in the arms and mind of my fair Lady Foster." He said without a hint of irony. "She is everything I never knew I needed.

[ruthlessismore]

GOLDEN HALLS?! HE HAD GOLDEN HALLS??

Suddenly Effie found herself missing Jack Horner a little bit less.




But, oh...he also had a lady. Lady Foster? Hmph.

"That's......very lovely. That you've found that."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"I an fortunate to have found her. I fell into her lap- or so she says." Fell to her planet and was promptly struck by her van. But. That did not need to be shared.