Retail 101, Monday morning, the street outside All and Sundries

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Apparently Edmund did have a toothache, as he is off to the mainland for a dentist's appointment, leaving his class in the oh, so capable hands of Mr. S.O. Baldrick.

Baldrick, still semi-bathed from two weeks ago, is waiting for them outside the shop. There is a peculiar item pointed across the street toward the school grounds and a pile of turnips stacked neatly next to it.

"'ello class. My name is Baldrick. This," he points to the peculiar item, "is a trebuchet. Mr. Blackadder thought that today would be a good day for you to try to convince people to buy something they didn't think they needed. I'm not very good at it, but Mr. B's off to the dentist."

He mutters something about offering to take care of it himself and pulls out a piece of paper from which he begins to stiltedly read. "Class: today I leave you in Baldrick's in- in- in-CAH-pa-blay hands. Sell turns at the tre-buch-ette to anyone who walks by. There's no price. Start high. Go low if you have to. You're working with Baldrick, you now know low as only an in-ver-te-brate can."

[ooc: This class is open to passers-by because it is taking place on the street outside All and Sundries. Yes, the mun has yet another dental visit and I'm leaving this in Baldrick's capable and oh, so moddable hands. For trebuchet users, All and Sundries is located at 21 Loon Drive. Bear that in mind when aiming the trebuchet. It's also not large enough to fire cows, just turnips, and the shop is far enough down the hill that it should not impact the school/dorms/etc.]

Comments

Sign in, 8/14

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Collapse please. Not because of Baldrick's odor.

Re: Sign in, 8/14

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

Zack Addy.

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[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

Cedric Diggory

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow Rosenberg

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[fates_jaye]

Jate Tyler

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair Sandburg

Class chatter

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Plan, chat, hold your nose.

Re: Class chatter

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

Zack wondered if they could make some 'improvements' to the trebuchet.

Re: Class chatter

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow didn't know much about trebuchets. She wondered if anyone would mind if she fired up her laptop and did a little net-searching.

Re: Class chatter

[fates_jaye]

Jaye totally asks out loud, "Can I fire something at someone? Come on, it'd be fun!"

Re: Class chatter

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"There's always water balloons," Willow pointed out.

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[fates_jaye]

Jaye perks up for a second, then sighs, "Someone did that earlier this year. I have no problem taking credit, but I have the feeling I'd just take the blame if I brought it back into style."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow thought about it.

"What if we upgraded the balloon concept? We could make glitter bombs."

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[fates_jaye]

Jaye stares at her.

"That is the best idea that anyone in history has ever had."

Sell, sell, sell!

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Passers by, ping in here, please, and let the brilliant entrepreneurs sell you a chance to fling turnips with the trebuchet.

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot was out for a walk after getting her morning coffee. "Sidewalks are crowded today," she observed. "Is something going on and nobody told me?"

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"As a matter of fact, yes," Zack grinned at Elliot. "Trebuchet demonstrations."

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot glanced at the ... thing. "And that's your trbuchet?" she asked. "It, like, throws stuff, right? Aren't they usually bigger?"

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[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"I can see you know a thing or two about trebuchets," Zack replied. "It's smaller because it's a demonstration model."

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[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser finds himself passing by All and Sundries and takes a moment to stare at the device.

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip has cat food to buy. Unfortunatly, something seems to be blocking his way.

"The hell?"

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn grinned cheerfully at Pip. "Hi! Want to buy something smushy and rotten and use the trebuchet to fling it? You can go for distance or maximum splatitude--that's up to you."

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...How much?"

Re: Sell, sell, sell!

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"A dollar a splat, unless you're aiming for people, and then it's five because it takes longer to aim," Dawn answered quickly.

OOC

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Sorry to have to not be here two weeks in a row, but the siren song of the drill, she is calling.