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[theusualsuspect]

This place is about nine ways to crazy on a good day. Seriously. What is the deal with this place?

Looks like this trip to crazy town is dragging on a bit longer than I anticipated. Guess I'm going to need to find a job eventually. So. What kind of options do they give us 'fictional' folks.

Seeing as whatever credentials we might have had 'never existed'. Seems a bit difficult to measure someone's skill set when everything they've done until now was some kind of fairytale bullshit. Or do they have some kind of record on who all of us are. Holding out on the source materials, Uncle Sam?

Anyone know where I might find some silver. Real silver, not that imitation crap they have in the regular store.

[Private Magneto/Erik]
Hey. I need to talk to you. In person.

[Private Loki]
Hey, kid. Looks like we're fresh out of groceries again. Go ahead. Hit me with your worst. I'll hit the store on the way back.

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[badnewsboy]

I didn't know you held a fancy for precious metals.

[theusualsuspect]

Not exactly a fancy. Let's call it a hobbyist interest. So. Food. Hit me with the list, kid. I'll see what I can do.

[badnewsboy]

Yes, of course. I need time to compile. I've been rather distracted.

[badnewsboy]

For a hobbyist interest, I may be able to be of some aid.

[theusualsuspect]

Hey, not hitting the store for awhile, so take your time.

As for the rest, don't leave me hangin, pal.

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[coinmover]

You're always welcome to visit.

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[theusualsuspect]

Think I'll be stopping by today. You got a schedule to keep?

[Private]

[coinmover]

Not until this evening.

[vdova]

As far as I'm aware, there are jobs for anyone if you know where to look.

[theusualsuspect]

Oh yeah, it's really not a big deal for me. I can take whatever. But I imagine there are some high and mighties less amused by the downgrades.

[vdova]

We take what we can get. I haven't seen anyone complain too much, so far.

[theusualsuspect]

See, that's the thing. They should be.

I don't get why everyone in this fucking place is so damn relaxed about all of this.

[garou]

What do you need silver for?

[theusualsuspect]

Jewelry making. It's a hobby.

[garou]

Right. Good luck finding it. Precious metals can be awfully rare in the tropics, I hear.

[theusualsuspect]

Man's gotta try.

[stilestilinski]

There's probably some fancy shmancy jewelry place around here somewhere.

[theusualsuspect]

I was thinking about that, actually. Know where I might find one?

[theusualsuspect]

Or, you know, a slightly more reputable pawn shop.

[stilestilinski]

Never looked for one, but this place seems to have everything else.

Are you pining for The Antique Roadshow or something?

[theusualsuspect]

Mostly? Just really frickin sick and tired of sitting around here.

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[badnewsboy]

I believe I've compiled something reasonable.

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[badnewsboy]

Toilet paper / Cookies shaped like Midgardian creatures / Oeroes / Cherry soda / Deodorant for you / Those dinners to eat in front of the television with chicken nuggets / Ketchup for the chicken nuggets / Deodorant for me / 50 Shades of Grey / Fresh sage / 3 large fowl / Some burgers said to be made of ham, but they are not. How disappointing. / Bacon. From what I understand, bacon wrapped in bacon allows one to travel back in time. So we will need a lot of bacon. / Cans of soup, preferably a kind that doesn't taste bad. / SPAM / 2 loaves of bread / Mayonnaise / Roast beef

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[badnewsboy]

Yes, that is "ketchup" and not "catsup."

[littledhampir]

Don't suppose you'd be interested in sharing if you do happen to track some down. Silver I mean and yeah. The real kind.