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ever_distant ([info]ever_distant) wrote in [info]aftertheendic,
@ 2018-08-07 17:14:00
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Who: James Michael Anders & Open (Multiples Welcome)
What: Trading Day
Where: The Church/Market
When: Tuesday (bendy)
Warning: TBD



As far as markets went Carter's was a decently sized one; oh a few other places had far larger ones to be sure, but no other community he had come across so far possessed as safe and as relatively friendly a trade center as the small town of Carter. Plus the people in Carter were decent folk, and James had grown found of trading with the little community over the last two years. The trader came and went on a whim all the time; heading out to visit other towns and cities, selling and buying wares from scavengers all over. Still like clock work Anders would appear in town every Tuesday and Thursday morning...that old school bus of his parked out on the street, with the collection of goods setup on card tables or shelves for people to peruse. The 'newest' goodies were always on the tables closest to the street, allowing people to check out the varied inventory at their leisure. Still inside the bus itself was a practical treasure trove of items too; everything from clothing, refurbished electronics, canned food, and even the occasional piece of art work as well.

From his folding chair beside the bus door James simply sat and looked on. Smiling and chatting up a few folks from time to time; discussing the wares he had on hand, sharing a bit of news he had picked up during his travels, and even taking orders for goods that folks were interested in acquiring too. When the local scavengers came around to offer up their own wares for trade Mikey flashed a brighter grin before looking over the items and checking over a list of things other communities had requested as well. All in all it was a satisfying time; and the trader was always eager to chat up the people, and make a few deals.


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