Merchandise Expo - RPLOG

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Date

30/5/477

Log



A fine afternoon in the summer of tropical Firmament, a fine, warm day to behold. Already, the UGMS Contact Light has landed on the grassy tournament, the familiar sight of the merchant creator's vessel a hulking grey beast as opposed to the generally more bright and colourful star-ships of most visitors to the planet.

Today, a cold metal ramp leads up to the side of one of the large, blocky containers attached to the ship's side, cool drafts of air blasting out to grant folk some relief from the summer heat. There's considerable hubbub as curious beings, even those not invited, gather at the trader's unexpected arrival, especially with the presence of the Good King, the Royal Scholar Mione, and a number of nobles from the city.

Mr. Harkenson, the trader, has disembarked to personally usher in folk to his impromptu expo, the chubby Creator's smile appearing quite genuine as opposed to the sten or simply blank faces of his grey-jumpsuited crew. One can only wonder what he intends to show everyone today.

Fenris saunters onto the scene in his long, dark coat and broad brimmed hat. He has heard quite a bit about the various creator visitors, but this is the first opportunity he has had to deal with them in person. The tiger is here as an official representative of the Lightbringers Unit, to see what this off-world merchant had to offer. He has brought his hedgehog golem, Speedy McShieldman, along just in case there was anything worth purchasing and carrying away. Or in case of another riot. One never knows when a shield golem might come in handy.

Fenris joins the crowd on the gangplank and does his best not to ogle the creator vessel. It looks much like other creator ruins he has seen around Promise.

Cedric heard the news of Mr. Harkenson's return to Firmament, and made his way down to the grounds to see. After all, gifted were generally included in the invitation, and he was one of those! The badger carries himself through the bustling crowd, making his way up to the front to get a better view and ends up just near the gangplank.

Jessica ambles up amongst the crowd, wielding a deployed parasol to deflect the worst of the sun above from her bright white and black fur. Her movements are sedate as the mildly rounded noble casts her vision wide across others while moving to get some space for herself. Her gaze sweeps up over the imposing vessel of the gods with two parts awe and one part wonder.

Amaterasu follows after Fenris, the mage glancing between all that is present. As the Wirefur representative for today she came quite prepared, a fire elemental protectively hovering in front of the female, various spell components and a flask of tea to alliviate she who, looked just a tad bit green. This would be her first interaction with a creator, so she was a tad bit nervous. Especially after what she heard happened with the last one who decided to visit. Even then, she held herself with the bearing and stature of one who was raised on her own wit, dispite the slightly sagging posture from feeling downright horrible.

A tailflick, and Flora rides her golem into the area, grinning like the madwoman she just might be. But, a noble madwoman at that, and gifted to boot, two out of four isn't bad. That's like, halfway certified!

In any case, she soon makes her way over towards the vessel, curiously watching it, and the other beings gathered... It could be... Interesting to see if she can find something to further her research.

"Good afternoon, dignitaries of Sweetwater, ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Harkenson says through his translator. "And especially to the Good King, who has taken time off his very busy schedule at short notice to grace this event with his presence. As promised in my last message to you, I've successfully dealt with most of the paperwork on the CREATOR side of things and have returned to show you my catalogue." One of the crewmembers is snapping away and capturing images of the gathered crowd with a device, earning a stare from the merchant before the latter resumes his usual pleasant demeanour.

"However, before we begin, there are some matters I'm obliged to inform all of you - yes, my potential customers - of. I'm afraid that after extensive discussion with Mr. Parson, there have been some additional requirements set in place on the sale of certain articles of our technology, intended to preserve your culture as far as possible. A little of a letdown, but necessary, as I'm sure you'll all agree. The conditions are as such:

PROMISE's native technology is on par or exceeding the quality of the technology to be sourced.

Multiple examples of the technology are present in use on Promise.

The addition of an arbitrary number of pieces of this technology would not significantly disrupt the function of beings.

The technology to replicate the import exists, or the use of this technology is widespread.

The technology is legal." And then not quite under his breath, "I swear, Parson is trying to ruin me.

"Nevertheless," he continues in normal tones, "today all of you are cordinally invited on board the cargo hold of my ship, to view the wares that Mr. Parson has currently approved for sale. While I cannot release any goods at the moment due to the necessity of training your priests to use the money transfer devices, I can nevertheless take orders, and indeed, his Grace the king has been my first customer, requesting that the city's sewerage system be brought into fine working order. I hope that this display trust will help convince Mr. Parson that the inhabitants of PROMISE are capable of honouring their deeds and contracts as a civilised people. Are there any questions before we begin?"

Fenris gives a friendly wave to his friends among the crowd as Speedy trundles along beside him. It looks like he got here just in time to get a spot with a good view. He can even see the Good King and his entourage from here! The tiger idly wonders what actual syllables the creator merchant is saying when his translator paraphrases his words. He is also painfully curious as to the kinds of things that this Mr. Herkenson has decided to make available.

Cedric returns the tiger's friendly wave as he approaches the creator ship and tries to keep himself from showing any discomfort with Fenris as he stands nearby, listening to the chubby creator explain the terms again. He nods, having heard a slightly more extensive version of the conditions of their trading before, though this is the first he's heard of the sewers being restored. Anyhow, he keeps quiet for now, ready to see the available goods.

Jessica approaches only as seems proper, and keeps any questions she may have to herself for the non. She angles her parasol against the bright sun above as she moves towards the front of the line, taking advantage of her noble privilege silently to become one of the first to board this strange craft and see what is being offered.

Amaterasu, this being the first time she's heard, or seen a creator was a tad bit wary, and, given her liniage, she did her best to keep a respectable distance between herself and the Good King. Ever since that issue with her uncle, she was careful of how she went about in the massive public eye. She herself had tons of question, and was quite raring to go. However, she figured she should hold herself with a bearing similar to the other nobles in the area. This she found hard for many reasons, instead just sighing and resuming her posture of experience. She still held her tongue, she wouldn't speak until spoken to.

"Flora has... Several questions, yes. But only two are... Important right now. Firstly, what happens to 'illegal' technology already on promise? And secondly... What exactly constitutes... Illegal? Does the scorcher count? Are there... Alternative devices like it that are legal?" she asks, almost a bit too specific, perhaps...