[ta] "Aaachoo! Twe - twe - twe - aaaaaCHOO!"

"Of for goodness sake, you're sending your germs all over the place, buy some nasal spray!"

Morbon starts adjusting his tie and pulling on his collar. He was becoming uncomfortable by Pilluk's sneezing.

IC: "Going once, going twice..."

(Last chance to bid)

[ta] "Twe - twe - twenty thouaaaaaaCHOO!"

IC: "Strange, I could have sworn I heard something. No matter, $19k to Levitica!" Bleezle enthusiastically bangs his gavel on the table. "Next up is Jinko Slog Training Facility. Starting price for this top-of-the-art facility is $25k. Who's first to bid?"

Flace isn't very keen on Slogs and decides to sit this one out.

Felling confused Morbon raises his hand

[ta] What is it? I need some more inforation.

Tygrig did not need many slogs at SligStryke, he only needed a few and he thought the price was too much. He would run out of money fast if he did...
He decided to sit through this one...

IC:
Gobrak's head lifted when he heard the word "facility" He wasn't much of a Slog kinda guy but a starting point is a starting point. He could always renovate it if he wanted too

Gobrak gave a nod to his Assistant Slig, who then raised his hand.
"26K over here"

IC: "Please, only raise your hand if you're making a bid. It's confusing. $26k with Gobrak!", Bleezle takes out another piece of paper with a clipboard. "Ah, Jinko Slog Training Facility. Personally supplies Muttgard, Farza's Slog Army and Terty Farms. They have been training slogs there for 10 years and their success rate for slog taming goes up and up each year. If you buy this, you're guaranteed to make an investment so it's a great opportunity. So, $29k anyone?"

IC: All of a sudden, Ez snapped to attention. Slogs? Those would certainly be useful in the near future, he was sure. And he damn well was not going to let someone take them from him. Raising his hand in a very deliberate motion, he said in a perfectly mild voice, "I bid 28." Deciding it would be best not to daydream, he paid very close attention to this bid.

IC: The crowded auditorium made an 'oooooh' noise. "We have $28k with Ez. Any more bids?"

IC:
"Raise my hand?" Gobrak muttered in disgust. The nerve of the auctioneer saying that to a Gluk. Gobrak could either argue or let his pride take a hit (which is no easy thing for a Glukkon) and carry on, he chose the latter. Now he would have to -Odd forbid- stand up to place a bid! The thought angered him but you have to get dirty if you hope to stand a chance in business!

Gobrak stood up "$30K!" and sat back down hoping he doesn't regret this decision.

Bleezle jumps for joy, "$30k, $30k! Anymore?"

Flace appears to be snoozing.

(No no, I was referring to Morbon's hand, not Gobraks!)

IC: Ez was just about to flatly say 32k, but then was stuck by the thought that it could easily spell the end of this auction for him. Hesitantly, Ez raised his hand and quite simply said "32," and then lowered his hand. 'I might be able to sell it off to someone, or just sell enough slogs to make at least some of this money back. You gotta spend money to make money!" he thought, trying to eradicate his doubts. 'What if that glukkon bids even more? I could really use this slog hut, he's not getting it. Wait a second... I'll just...' he thought as he silently slipped a small insect-like ceature down the glukkon's back. Almost giggling with content, he tried to keep a straight face.
OOC: For those who cannot tell, I have just sabotaged Gobrak, by slipping a bug down his neck, hopefully distracting him long enough.

IC: Bleezle almost fell off his chair. "$32k! Wow, 32... That's an amazing bid. Anyone else want to try their luck? Minimum bidding is now $35k!"

"Nope, if he want's to flush his moolah down the drain that's his concern."

IC:
Gobrak heard the high pitched voice of a vykker behind him bidding even higher. He wasn't about to lose a battle of money to a Vykker and he needed that facility.

Gobrak quickly stood up and yelled "Thirty FWAAAAAAAAH!" Some kind of slimy thing was squirming around in his suit! Gobrak started shaking and hopping around the hall, his assistant however just stood there baffled.

Morbon looked at Gobrak whilst shaking his head in dissaproval.

"$32k! Going once, going twice..."

(Last chance to bid)

(Sorry for the doublepost)

IC: "Sold to Ez for $32k! And now for a short intermission"
Bleezle slips out of the room as there is a break in the auction for 10 minutes.

OOC: You guys still want to play right?

OOC: I do.
IC: Settling down, knowing that probably the highlight of this auction was over, Ez tried very hard not to laugh at the glukkon, still squirming and jumping about like a fish out of water, thanks to the little insect. 'If it wasn't neccesary, it sure was funny,' he thought.

OOC: Great!

IC: Bleezle walked back into the room. "Well I hope you all enjoyed your break. Now it's time to continue the auction... Next item is... Two state-of-the-art and priceless, high-tech, Vykker-made Ray Guns. Both of these guns have rechargable ammo and have a damage factor of 18. To give you an idea of scale, an assault rifle has a damage factor of 5. So they are pretty strong. Bidding starts at $20k!"

Flace raises his hand, "I'll bid for that, $20k!"

OOC: Just to let everyone know, here are the results of the auction so far.
Please make sure you don't run out of bidding tokens before we get to the 10th item :)

IC: 'Well... If I had made those, that would be great. Or if I got an instruction booklet, plus the materials. But no real point in taking these ridiculous contraptions, even if they would no doubt be useful to that slig,' Ez thought. Trying to slip back into his daydream, Ez stood back from the auction for a short while.

"Guns?" Tygrig snapped to attention. Even though he had plenty of guns already for SligStryke, this gun was more powerful. "I'll bid $21k for those!" He shouted.

"$22k!", yelled Flace.

Tygrig willingly backed out of this bid. 23k would make him unable to bid for any future products!

"£27k...yeh that'll do," Levitica spoke up for the first time in a while.

"$28k!", said Flace with a smile.

Bleezle looked around, "Looks like there's some competition for this item. Any bids of $29k?"

"29 thousand moolah."

"30k!"

"32"

OOC: This is what I get for leaving for a while.
Name: Mars L. Morand
Species: Mudoken (he spells it wrong)
Budget: $50,000 (All hidden in his hat)
Detail: Finely dressed mud in a red suit with green tie, and a top hat to boot, Mars may not be very smart or strong, but he does carry around a big hammer slung around his back for any and all problems. Where he found $50,000 is anyone's guess.

IC: [Pretentious ac] "There's late, and then there's this" was a rather unavoidable thought at this point. Mars was scrambling through the easy-to-navigate corridors, trying to find the bidding hall. He'd already found more dead ends and made more wrong turns then ever before. Finally, he found the room he was looking for. He half opened, half tackled the door open, then ploped himself down on a seat next to this rather bond-villain looking slig (Flace). Mars lay his hammer by his feet, and crossed his legs. He noticed these token things. Remembering some of the rules he heard, he swiped them up, ready to bid. It appeared there were Guns on sale. In fact, 2 guns. But Mars was not here for petty lasers. Gentlemanly weaponry and hats was a clear goal. He'd bide his time.

OOC: Don't worry, this was just the grand entrance. I'll stick to shorter writings from now on.

OOC:
Isn't that more than what you have left?:confused:

OOC: Well said Oddman. Glad to see someone's paying attention.

IC: Bleezle frowns. "I am sorry but you only have $31k. Flace's bid still stands. Going once... going twice..."

(last chance to bid)

OOC: Moron to the rescue.

IC: [ac] "Here, take some of mine" Mars said, passing $5k over to the poor sap. Odd knows Mars didn't need it. He was here for only a few things, so he might as well give him a little.

*BANG* "Sold to Flace for $30k! Next up is... 4000 paramite pies! They expire in two weeks so it's best if they go to someone with a big cafeteria. Let's start the bidding at $4k!"

Flace did a little dance to celebrate his win.

*grumbles some more about his accountant being caught up in a meat grinder incident*

Dissapointed, Mars takes him money back from this slow idiot. Besides that, Mars had no need for 4000 paramite pies. Let em rot.

[ta] "Aa-choo! I dunno what caused that sneezing fit, but it's left me hungry!"
[bd] "$4k sounds good to me!"