poly_chromatic | (no subject)

Please take note.

The geese you may see are here for you. The paperwork has gone through to assure that one (1) goose egg, gold, will be exchanged for one (1) good from your homeworld.

Any forgeries will be caught.

Kindly bring it to the kiosk in the square for your exchanges.

Thank you for your time and happy winter holiday of choice.

[ooc: Okay! For:

13; Six Geese a'Laying
Geese are flapping around the City and they are laying eggs made of gold. Yes even the boys. Snatch one of these gold eggs and bring it to the Deities who can trade the gold for a Christmas gift from home! But geese wrangler beware, these geese are really really really mean when you try and take their eggs. [Gift restrictions apply, we'll be more specific closer to the curse!]

The rules are: all trades must be of something mundane and relatively small (nothing magical, or anything that could change the entire City like a bomb or a spaceship!) that exists in the character's world - photos, furniture, sentimental objects, jewelry, small electronics like computers, things like that are all fair game! Pets are okay as long as the pets are not sentient characters in and of themselves (so no Lunas from Sailor Moon, for instance!). One goose egg per character. The deities will be wheeling and dealing in here!]

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Is there... anything else to it? Any rules?

[ What's the catch. ]

Edited 2012-12-14 16:07 (UTC)

Well, I suppose the rules revolve around that for which you ask. There are certain limitations. I'm not to keen on giving anyone a free nuclear warhead, of course--unless it's the candy kind.

Okay. Right.

[ He rubs his hand over the back of his neck. ]

I've got this... book that's filled with spells. Not on the... blow up the City level, though. Would that be all right?

A genuine, authentic grimoire? Haven't seen one of those in many and many-a.

Well, a few hours, at least.

Moving on: it may be appropriate. Nuclear warhead, as I said.

[ Yeah, they're not that rare here, are they. ]

The spells are pretty basic. No, uh... nuclear warheads. Or anything like it.

Then perhaps we have an arrangement.

[ His lips spread into a grin. ]

Great!

The egg. If you please.

Oh! Right, yeah.

[ Clearing his throat a bit awkwardly, he holds it out. ]

Most excellent.

[And he withdraws from beneath the desk something about the size and shape of a book--and yet it seems to be wrapped in a box. As though they made a box that fit books and books only (they do: they're called phase boxes, and, for protection, this grimoire has been placed in one).

He sets it on the desk between them.]

As promised.

Thank you.

[ He takes the box and... well, don't mind him kind of hugging it to his chest. And he definitely looks about to leave for a moment, but stops himself. ]

What is with the eggs, exactly?

Care to take a guess?

I... don't know. Are they going to hatch eventually?

Without proper incubation? Likely not.

Are they worth something?

They're clearly worth something to us, now, aren't they?

...right.

[ Ahem. ]

Can you use them for something?

Well, I guess we could make the world's most expensive omelet.

[ The slightest laughter, more like a snort than anything. ]

So... what. You need the money?

You (and yours) have needs. We have access. We accept a certain object. It's a transactional arrangement.

Do you question why money is as it is? Or is it simply the novelty of trading golden eggs for what one wishes that interests you?

[ He shakes his head. ]

No, nothing in particular, it was just... curiosity.

I'm sure it was.

...

[ He has a feeling this is a good time to leave. Even if he's still itching with that bit of curiosity. ]

Right. Thanks, again.

[ Still, he's in a bit of a rush to get out. ]