Other peoples losses (Estate auction)

[Kray]

With a boarding house to run and maintain, one that had certain demands, a particular style to it the giant of a man John Donoghue has found touring the local charity shops just hasn't quite been cutting it and so at a recommendation from a few similar colleges in his Rolodex he has found his way to an Estate auction. His massive self having to move with some care through the rooms and around the lots and items least he break anything he didn't want to buy. Silently grateful to have left his long coat back in his rooms for it much to hot for such a garment today, his eyes of course remain shaded by the ever present moth eaten fedora.

He had yet to encounter anything sized for himself, that usually needed to be custom made but replacements for things broken beyond repair, or bits and pieces to add to the rooms, or the social areas now for those he had eyed some promises pieces.

[Kray]

Bookkeeping

[Circe]

Mingling into front is a lovely lady in a full business suit, blonde hair in a high ponytail with a stylish pair of green rimmed glasses on her face, arms folded and calm.


The business suit she was wearing SHOULD have resulted in her sweating like a pig, as several other similary dressed buyers were. And one who wasn't, so props to the guy for good genetics or garment. Circe? Yeah, she used Glamour to cheat as cazzo much as she pleased. She'd seen a few listed items that didn't have her interest for the reasons one would think.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-06-01 19:14:03	Circe rolls 6 to Son of the Hearth (10 Again)	8, 1, 3, 1, 8, 5	2 successes

She wasn't concerned with decor or prettiness of the auction, nay. It was metal. She had a forge and the description of a few items caught her interest. Copper, iron, and a few other metals that had her interest. The fake silver items might be chromium, which she found great for the purposes of modifying her guns. She could get something HEAVY improved if that was the case with the noted fake silver could be just what she wanted. No point in getting heavy dakka if she can't make it Hedge reliable.


She'd be inspecting the utensils and mostly metal things. Hopefully she'd get something good.

[Kray]

Just a reminder about the rules for shards, no supernatural powers with the exceptions of harden mask for lings, blush and eating/drinking for vamps.

The giant is hefty some cast iron crockery painted brown between his large hands, it looks like it might be a casserole dish and part of accompanying set, when he takes notice of some moving around checking out this and that. But it is no matter for him to move it one hand and tip the rim of his fedora to doff his hat to the summer queen. "Huh. Well now Mary I didn't know you haunted places like this, makes me curious what you hope to find?" It seemed far to safe, far to mundane for the extravagant Fairest's usual gun happy war waging enterprises, but that just made it all the more interesting to run into her here. He puts the casserole dish back done with its fellows of various sizes but takes note of their tag, seems like he might plan to bid on these later.

[Circe]

ooc: Do'oh! Thanks for the recall. I forgot about that, thought I was setting it up 4 b4 entry, whoops and ignore. She is just chill.

And she looks over to whom knows her. Then up. Familiar dental work and hat. Kray, nay, John today. "Hey big John," she says in greeting. She checks a piece of silverware visually. It claims silver though markings are missing and she palms out something else. There is a clink. Score. "Ah, scrapping you could say," she holds up the spoon to him. It has a small plastic C magnet attached to it.


"This ain't silver. Could be stainless steel or chrome. I've an investment for the latter, but can recycle the former," Circe informs him with amusement. She also takes a moment to clink a small steel washer against the spoon and listens to it. Smiles. Circe isn't super knowledgeable about metals, but that is what the Interent is for. It had failed the silver and pure stainless steel tests she'd found. The split test would require her forge.


She grabs another spoon, but gets sad when the magnet doesn't stick. Decides to ping it and listen, frowns: "This is silver," and puts it back. Then she notices what he is carrying. "Cooking something up tonight?"

Given his Kith, she could've asked if he was having someone over for dinner too.

[Kray]

That would explain where the fairest got some of her metal from without leaving to much of a trace. "Uh. You looking to chrome your car or something then?" If he recalled she had a very nice car back at that event they had both been at. He had enough good sense to not ask if she was gather chrome for a custom gun anyway. "Hm. But yeah recycling is admirable of you, although somethings, somethings are just to nice for it you know." Some things had history, had connections had value and in more sense then a price tag.

With the ticket number taken not of for the metal kitchen wear he tries to carefully make his way through the room. "Ah. This is dam difficult without breaking stuff." He is a very big guy after all, even so break it you buy it got expensive quickly in places like this. "Ah. I really need to find someone to handle this kind of thing." They couldn't do it all of course but for the mundane furniture buying that was very possible.

At the question he goes to wave a big hand in the direction of the kitchen stuff and by some good fortune missing a vase sitting precariously on a cabinet. "Uh. Just looking to stock up the kitchen of my boarding house a bit, you know add some options." The oven was all well and good, the left behind bread maker was nice of course but there plenty you could add to a kitchen to expand on the range of meal options.

The next thing he seems to me making his way towards are some wooden dinning chairs with the padding built into the seat. Much to small for him of course.

[Circe]

That was an idea, but such would involve purchases and a professional instead. Too hard to solo. "Spare parts in chrome for old machines are expensive. Some pay so much for bespoke spares. I've a small forge and metal shop my friend," she smiles proudly, "Recycling trash into profits."

Not false either as a cover. $5000 for a 1950s hotrod spare engine bolt sure covered the costs of scrapping.


Circe manages to scrounge up a half-dozen more chrome spoons. The rest are likely legit, so she should get a good bit of bartering it down. Saved the estate the trouble of weeding out fakes. Shame the ticket she took for the spoons was for a full set of 10, such a surprise for her later as she only wanted 7. She chuckles in amusement at his complaint of fragility. The Larcenist is much less constrained, easily dodging the furniture if not the mortals present. "Too bad business like yours can't have interns. Unpaid lackeys, oh ho ho ho. Oh, sorry, students getting experience. Need more employees though, I think we'd both welcome that."

The Freehold could always to with greater numbers.


"Ah," she nods and points out something in the corner. "There is an option," it was an old waffle iron that fortunately had an outlet. Circe could spruce it up with but a drop of Glamour, and wiring check wouldn't be hard. At least it needed no fire. "No need to waffle about for...oh," someone else grabbed it first. "Too late I guess." Whatever, she decides to follow him. Her primary purchase selected, she was good to browse of aught else she could scrounge up. Like a pan she grabbed beneath another that was so scratched the silvering beneath shined in the light. Completely warn through, just scrap. Another ticket that was for a set and not a single item as she failed to notice again.


Well, she'd learn.


Furniture? "Cozy little oi!" she says about the padded chairs but has to dodge a woman rushing past her, "Watch it stupido stronzo cazzo," she gripes at the woman. Who is now arguing with another woman over a loveseat ticket. "Huh? Should come to these more, could get refreshing to meet that kind of customer."


As the two got loud enough to draw an employee over, Circe eyes a...piano? She wants to say piano but it is way too short to be a piano. She isn't familiar with a clavichord.

[Kray]

Oh so it was a side business then, or something akin to that. "Uh. Don't they care that the parts aren't you know old or something?" He had not understood everything his financial advisors had said about buying from estate auctions but that antique and originals could be sold for a lot of money had been part of it. Not that he was in that business but well sometimes it was best to the let money people talk money. "Uh. But if they pay then well it works." And true enough that if something was going to waste the better to make use of it yourself.

He makes no attempt to sit on the chairs, the odds of the legs or back giving out under him was simply far to high instead he gives the cushioned seat a sturdy pat with a large hand to see how well it held up. "Ah. Oh plenty of students willing to take the practice out there, but its about finding the right ones. The ones that share the same vision as you and all that." Ensorcelling just any mortal would be risky to the point of needless but it was something either monarch could do to recruit a human hand in their more mortal affairs anyway. "Uh. As for actual employees over students well, again it can be quite the mixed bad in our fields I think it safe to say." All lost came with trauma and problems but some were much more then others.

Looking up and over when Circe calls an option just in time to watch someone else note the ticket. "Ah. I can probably out bid him later." That was the point of auction after all. "Uh. Or leave it, always another day, another place, another way." Nothing was stopping him from buying new and referbing the kitchen entirely but well items had stories and histories all of their own and this way held more appeal then just flashing a cheque book at a problem.

The women rushing past Circe also draws the giants attention and his nasty grin spreads. "Uh. You know, you should out bid them both for that thing. Just to see what it does to them." Regardless of if such a seat was needed the reaction from the two promised to be worthwhile.