One man's trash... [Scavenge]

[Phoebe Minola]

...is another man's treasure.

But nobody really believes that, right?

Phoebe wasn't sure why she agreed to this. She had found on a forum the whole scavenging shindig. She thought it might be a good way to fill the hours and to maybe do something beneficial. There was literally tons of stuff just lying around out there in the perimeter and now that she had a Persona, Phoebe felt a little braver. She'd gone out in just a simple investigative mood but wound up picking up a lot of things -- too much for her poor messenger bag to carry. She'd found a lot of interesting things, too. She quietly thanked her stars that she had a mechanic uncle and a computer tech cousin and she had spent a lot of time with both. She knew more or less what could be most useful and in best condition to use.

Next time I'll look for a cart or something around here. If I could, I'd bring my damn car.

After several hours of poking around and a close call with an indignant rat, she trudged back to the junk shop and started laying out her finds on the counter. "Hi," she said cordially. "I heard you might find use for this stuff!"

If nothing else, this is damn good exercise. I'm gonna go get me some noodles.

[Erithania]

Behold, junk!



Beware, riches!

[Phoebe Minola]

The next time Phoebe went to the Junk Dealer, it was raining and she had been soaked through and so had her bag of finds. At the same time though, she appeared to be... a little singed. She'd been investigating around the old car factory and had been dealing with a few flame-happy Shadows. It was an interesting new location to scout out even though by all appearances it had seen both better and worse days.

"Whuuugh..." she groaned as she came in. "'Evening lady. I brought some junk for ya. Hope it pays out a little bit."

She deposited the bag on the table, resting her sledgehammer on it temporarily, and then rubbed her head, trying to soothe a bump and thinking it was high time she invested in a raincoat.

[Erithania]

Behold, you have acquired. . .



. . . nothing but money.

[Phoebe Minola]

Trips to the Junk Dealer lady were now routine. Phoebe pushed the door open with her rump because she had both hands on a wheelbarrow of scavenged junk that she somehow managed to maneuver through the door.

"Hi!" she said with a small smile. "Glad to have caught you. I brought some things. I went scavenging around that deserted executive building in the western ruins and I found loads of electronics that look like they'll still work a charm. Hopefully they'll be worth something, right?"

She stopped the wheelbarrow right next to the appraisal table and looked quite pleased with herself.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Money.

[Phoebe Minola]

Phoebe opened the door to the Junk Dealer's with a push and then dragged in the wheelbarrow full of junk she'd salvaged from her latest escapades around the perimeter.

"Evening," she said coolly. "I brought some stuff from the car factory, the hospital, the old executive building... and a couple of other stuff. Hope there's something good in there for you and something good for me," she chuckled.

She emptied the wheelbarrow and then stood straight, rubbing her back. "Actually, I'll keep the wheelbarrow if you don't mind. It's quite the help."

[Erithania]

Behold.



Money.

[Phoebe Minola]

Another day, another run to the junk dealer. Phoebe was markedly less chipper than usual this time, unloading her finds from the wheelbarrow onto the table. It'd been a rough week.

"Right, this lot is from the car factory, should be some good spare parts there. This lot is from the executive building, I hauled all these printers out... and this last pile is miscellaneous stuff. They should add up nicely," she said dully to the blonde woman. "Don't suppose you could do me a good deal for them, hmm?"

[Erithania]

A wheelbarrow? Fiiiiiiine.



You leave wheeling a barrel full of cash. Like those greedy guys on movies.

[Phoebe Minola]

It had been a rough week for her and now it was raining. So much for spring. Phoebe hauled her wheelbarrow towards the junk dealer with the hood of her military-grade raincoat poncho pulled deeply over her head. She'd bought the thing for a song at a local shop and was happy to have it. Damn thing was almost impervious to moisture. Did a nice job hiding her hammer too. She had quite a nice little haul today from the factory and the executive building too. Those places turned up good junk for salvaging.

She also raided some deserted stores in the older shopping districts, coming up with clothes, accessories and knick-knacks that could probably fetch a decent price. She'd covered it all with a clear tarp she'd found. She opened the door to the junk dealer's place and maneuvered the wheelbarrow in.

"Afternoon," she said with as much chipper as she could manage. "Awful weather today. I've got some interesting stuff today. You'd think with all of us pottering about and snapping up junk the place would get stripped bare in no time but there's just so. much. stuff. out there. It's crazy."

[Erithania]

Suddenly.



Money.

[Phoebe Minola]

Phoebe opened the door to the junk dealer with a tired huff and waved at the blonde woman. She seemed to be empty handed... but wait.

"Hiyo there. Give me a moment, I've got stuff," she said and disappeared outside with the door still open.

She came back inside slowly, back first, maneuvering her wheelbarrow, loaded with salvaged stuff secured with ropes and a few bits of duct-tape, in through the door carefully. It looked like it was constantly under threat of toppling over and spilling its contents all over the floor.

"Okay, so I've been milling around the executive building a lot, lately," she huffed. "There's lots of almost new stationary and office supplies, computer parts and I've also got a couple of really good office chairs outside. Those should go for really good prices. A good office chair is a bloody rare commodity..."

[Erithania]

Junk, junk, junk.



Money, money, money.

[Phoebe Minola]

Phoebe'd stopped bothering to make small talk with the junk lady. She'd like to but she couldn't find it in her anymore. In fact, she was losing motivation to engage in small talk with almost anyone. Nowadays she just went out into the wasteland, collected things and came back. There was no one she wanted to call. Or could, for that matter. Vice was dead. CJ had left. Kyle had his own problems. Alisa... she didn't want to cling to Alisa because she had bigger things to worry about. Gin was... complicated. Tristan was too far gone to be of any help to her and she couldn't help him.

So it was just her and Hypatia, for now.

She pushed the junk shop's door open and went in, pulling the wheelbarrow of junk with her and then maneuvering it inside slowly.

"Hey. I've got some stuff."