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.

[Circe]

Circe guesses he didn't understand what machine and parts she was talking about. It wasn't a side hustle. Taking an old 26 lbs. machinegun and getting down to 19 lbs. was a thing she'd done to make it more marketable. "Uh, yeah, well, kind of hard to get original parts from something that was made when the Soviets were still a concern. So, bespoke to keep it operational."


Which was also true and she'd the metal making tools, skills she'd brag about, and Brownie's Boon to cheat. And Contracts to cheat a little too. Circe had a guess of what he meant. She'd not used Ensorcellment much in the past. She was pretty sure Betty Boom would be happy with a Ensorcellment Pledge, but she would very likely require that Circe take the pyrotechnics maniac into the Hedge. So that she could use her alleged grenade launcher. Or just bombs in general. Yeah, Circe is a gun nut, but she isn't THAT pissed off at something in the Hedge to risk the collateral. Tis better to make short Pledges without showing off the blue skin. "I met some interns that had the enthusiasm...but were a bit lacking in restraint or common sense. Helluva lot of fun to party with, but not professional enough for our kind of office. Can't really think of any other description without getting too insulting for this venue."


"Good help is hard to find. Ugh," she bemoans the saying, "Why is THAT the cliche that is true? I could use a solid team. Or just some flunkies. I might draw the line at stooges." Entirely true as she would adore a firing line to command. It'd make some of those old squad guns feasible if she had someone to carry the extra ammo. But if they were too crazy or dumb, that'd be problematic.


"True enough," she spoons were a case of her reporting them not being silver. It'd drop the bidding a lot, so her benefit to be honest about it. "So many options huh? Just no Oceans' plan please," she shakes her head. Then giggle sin amusement as she decides to keep the joke rolling: "I'd adore a role in a proper heist film, but not for a waffle iron. Stealing stolen artworks for heroism at minimum, untraceable diamonds preferable."


That sounds like a children's film rather than a heist film.


Circe scowl turns to Kray and becomes a smarmy grin, "Oooooh, like offer a nickel more than each to just screw with them? That," and one of the two women screeched out a threat at the other, and security was just there. Dragging both out. Wow. "Eh, too late. Though technically, I am now outbidding both on anything, oh ho ho ho."


And then she came across something nobody was buying. And old school house radiator. Probably cast iron no less, that could be useful for Hedgespun or just metallic projects in the future. Or a sword or something. "Hmm, that has potential if cheap."

She couldn't see such an old heating system being used for...well, anything but scrap. Or high art maybe, that stuff was she was sure the Wyrd respected for being weird.

[Kray]

The giant was something a car fan, but didn't have a ton of experience of soviet models, and given he had tied the topic of cars to the chrome parts it seems that is where his head is at. "Uh. There a big market for soviet era car parts then?" When he thought of what are now considered classics it was hard to think any that would have been soviet at all. "Hm. You know I'm really struggling to think of any, next time we are at a car show might need you point some out." Some lovely eastern European models came to mind but most of those took a nose dive when they had to suffer through soviet rule.

However as the giant had been the one to allude to ensorcelment he follows this thread of the conversation a lot better, as he takes down the action lot number for the chairs. "Uh. Well to do what we do you can't have to much common sense can you." Be it criminal or lost activities both required a certain break from the accepted constraints of common and normality. "Uh. But good help is not as hard to find as you think, if you know what tasks to give them." His own extensive network of connections proved the truth of those words. "Uh. One of the first things i got was some finance guys, some people who knew how to manage my money better then I did, and that's all I ask of him. And that he does very well." Allies in the financial sector had proven to be a very profitable investment for the ogre. "Uh. But I wouldn't ask them to you know make me a suit or book a restaurant." Because there were different people for that.

Snorting at the idea of doing a burglary for waffle iron the giant chuckles deeply. "Ah. If i was so hard up I needed to heist a waffle iron well then you know to would need to be an outrageously pricey waffle iron and an equal over the top plan would be needed." So he knew what the concept of a heist movie was then, or had gotten lucky. He begins to pull out draws and see what is in those in case anything interesting has otherwise gone unnoticed, not much for kitchen ware but you never know. "Oh. I think there's some metal candle sticks in this one, those of any good to you?" If he was going to get old scroll then it had to be the old candle lanterns over sticks for him any day, and those were safer to have around Edna's then naked flames. "Ah. If I find diamonds I'll let you know, but somehow I reckon we are not that lucky." Anything of such serious value would surely have gone to more professional arenas to be sold off.

Nodding slow as Circe builds on his idea with an even more annoying element. "Ha. yeahs something like that." But then the opportunity is swiftly shut down. "Ah. Oh well. You could still get it just to rub it in, you'd still know which is something." Looking around as Circe declares to have found something. "Uh. Well it's a lot of metal I'll give you that, but how do you plan on getting it out of here?" That had to weigh just a bit.