RP: At the Market, Again
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tutistempus_rpgDate: 10. November, 2001
Characters: Cecilia Proudfoot, Jamie Proudfoot [NPC] and OPEN
Setting: The Settlement 1 Market Place
Content: G
Status: Open: Public
"30."
"20," Cecilia countered.
"25?" Jamie tried, his blue eyes wide with pleading and hope that his aunt would give in to his bargaining.
"20," Cecilia stood her ground, though looking down into her nephew's face was like seeing a picture of his dad when he was 12. "Your weekly allowance is 20 credits. What do you need the extra credits for anyway?"
The look Jamie sent her, as if she had gone completely round the bend had her make good use of every tactic she knew to keep from smiling at him. "Well, somebody told me to get a new blender for her," he groused, "and I want to see what they have over at repairs."
Now it was Cecilia's turn to look as if Jamie had lost his mind. "Well, somebody isn't getting rewarded for ruining my kitchen appliances, so you can either get me a new blender, or I'll get it and deduct it from you allowance."
"What's deduct mean?"
"It means it's coming out of your allowance, one way or the other," Cecilia explained patiently. "Either way, there will be a functioning blender on the kitchen counter before dinner tonight. Comprende?"
"Comprended," Jamie pouted, though stopped the minute he saw the look on Cecilia's face. Quickly he looked around, making sure none of the girls from school had seen it, since according to her, they didn't like a boy who pouted. "But I didn't break your blender. I improved it."
"You do know, that if something that used to work suddenly doesn't work any longer and has spare parts that don't fit anywhere, it's not improvement, right?" Cecilia still wasn't sure how the boy had managed to get that many extra parts to not fit in the appliance when he had put it back together.
"But it almost hovered!"
"Kitchen appliances aren't supposed to fly, Jamie," Cecilia argued. "They're supposed to stand and wait around until they're needed, at which point they need to be func-tio-ning. That's the only purpose an appliance has."
"But wouldn't it be dead wicked if they did fly?" Jamie's face lit up at the thought
At this point Cecilia couldn't keep stern any longer, and a bright, affectionate smile broke out on her lips as she ruffled up Jamie's hair. "Tell you what," she said kindly. "When you grow up, and get your own house, with your own appliances, you can make as many of them fly as you want. Until then, fly your broom and tamper only with AunCecilia-proved things, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jamie sighed, but he no longer looked as obstinate as he had earlier.
"Wait," Cecilia looked down at Jamie's feet. "What happened to your trousers?"
"Idunno, nuthin'," Jamie muttered looking down to see for himself. "I didn't do that."
"But they're almost an inch short!" Incredulously Cecilia looked up and down the boy. "Did you grow out of them already?"
Jamie just shrugged. "Guess so."
"Alright, I'll see what I can find, yeah?" Cecilia sighed, watching as Jamie nodded in agreement, before he turned around and began on his way to the repair place. "I'll go to the Medical Center once I'm done, otherwise I'll meet you at home at 5 o'clock, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jamie called back, waving off her instructions. Cecilia wasn't worried, though. Aside from taking things apart, Jamie did what he was told and was hardly ever late, unless the weather had changed and he was waiting for the rain to stop. But even then he would send a message to her, letting her know where he was.
"Yeah, yeah," Cecilia sighed, combing her fingers through her hair, fluffing it up as she turned to look around. Suddenly her trip to the market had just got a bit more extensive, because if Jamie needed new trousers, chances were that he needed new shirts, too. Maybe she'd just find one pair of trousers and then see if she couldn't Transfigure some of his old ones a little longer. The problem with that was, that that was what she had been doing since they came here, and they were already stretched rather thin.
She felt the change in the air too late for her to take shelter before the sky opened, drenching her in the blink of an eye. "Great," she sighed and rushed under the awning of the nearest vendor.
Characters: Cecilia Proudfoot, Jamie Proudfoot [NPC] and OPEN
Setting: The Settlement 1 Market Place
Content: G
Status: Open: Public
"30."
"20," Cecilia countered.
"25?" Jamie tried, his blue eyes wide with pleading and hope that his aunt would give in to his bargaining.
"20," Cecilia stood her ground, though looking down into her nephew's face was like seeing a picture of his dad when he was 12. "Your weekly allowance is 20 credits. What do you need the extra credits for anyway?"
The look Jamie sent her, as if she had gone completely round the bend had her make good use of every tactic she knew to keep from smiling at him. "Well, somebody told me to get a new blender for her," he groused, "and I want to see what they have over at repairs."
Now it was Cecilia's turn to look as if Jamie had lost his mind. "Well, somebody isn't getting rewarded for ruining my kitchen appliances, so you can either get me a new blender, or I'll get it and deduct it from you allowance."
"What's deduct mean?"
"It means it's coming out of your allowance, one way or the other," Cecilia explained patiently. "Either way, there will be a functioning blender on the kitchen counter before dinner tonight. Comprende?"
"Comprended," Jamie pouted, though stopped the minute he saw the look on Cecilia's face. Quickly he looked around, making sure none of the girls from school had seen it, since according to her, they didn't like a boy who pouted. "But I didn't break your blender. I improved it."
"You do know, that if something that used to work suddenly doesn't work any longer and has spare parts that don't fit anywhere, it's not improvement, right?" Cecilia still wasn't sure how the boy had managed to get that many extra parts to not fit in the appliance when he had put it back together.
"But it almost hovered!"
"Kitchen appliances aren't supposed to fly, Jamie," Cecilia argued. "They're supposed to stand and wait around until they're needed, at which point they need to be func-tio-ning. That's the only purpose an appliance has."
"But wouldn't it be dead wicked if they did fly?" Jamie's face lit up at the thought
At this point Cecilia couldn't keep stern any longer, and a bright, affectionate smile broke out on her lips as she ruffled up Jamie's hair. "Tell you what," she said kindly. "When you grow up, and get your own house, with your own appliances, you can make as many of them fly as you want. Until then, fly your broom and tamper only with AunCecilia-proved things, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jamie sighed, but he no longer looked as obstinate as he had earlier.
"Wait," Cecilia looked down at Jamie's feet. "What happened to your trousers?"
"Idunno, nuthin'," Jamie muttered looking down to see for himself. "I didn't do that."
"But they're almost an inch short!" Incredulously Cecilia looked up and down the boy. "Did you grow out of them already?"
Jamie just shrugged. "Guess so."
"Alright, I'll see what I can find, yeah?" Cecilia sighed, watching as Jamie nodded in agreement, before he turned around and began on his way to the repair place. "I'll go to the Medical Center once I'm done, otherwise I'll meet you at home at 5 o'clock, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jamie called back, waving off her instructions. Cecilia wasn't worried, though. Aside from taking things apart, Jamie did what he was told and was hardly ever late, unless the weather had changed and he was waiting for the rain to stop. But even then he would send a message to her, letting her know where he was.
"Yeah, yeah," Cecilia sighed, combing her fingers through her hair, fluffing it up as she turned to look around. Suddenly her trip to the market had just got a bit more extensive, because if Jamie needed new trousers, chances were that he needed new shirts, too. Maybe she'd just find one pair of trousers and then see if she couldn't Transfigure some of his old ones a little longer. The problem with that was, that that was what she had been doing since they came here, and they were already stretched rather thin.
She felt the change in the air too late for her to take shelter before the sky opened, drenching her in the blink of an eye. "Great," she sighed and rushed under the awning of the nearest vendor.
