Levitica watched the scene unfold in complete silence, he had removed himself from the rabble that surrounded him, practically forgotten by the whole room, he was quite happy to sit and wait things out.

"Sold for $16k to Tygrig! Now moving on, we have a special lease here for a Vykker-made Floating Airship. It has a capacity of 500, 4 engines, 2 mess halls, a laboratory area and a disco (with two DJ decks! Two!!). Who'll start me at $30k?"

Flace snores loudly and falls off his chair.

Whoa, I like he sound of that. Much too expensive though.

OOC: How can I be #1 and #7?

OOC: im sooo sorry, i have been having computer trouble, but better late then never right?.....right?

name: glave
species:Glukkon
budget:$50,000
details:once he was the boss of a large industry, until the industries slave populas was reduced to few in an accident that ruined his entire business. he'd sworn somewhere he read that mudokons were fire-proof.....

ic: glave strolled into the room, regardless of being late, with a severly burned rasping mudokon tied by the wrist with a leash that glave was carrying. as he went to his seat he picked up six tokens and said " i bid $32k" and he sat down, and the mudokon continued to stand.

IC: 'Damn,' thought Ez, 'That glukkon took my airship. Even if I don't exactly have 32 k lying around... but these other fellas might...' He eyed Gobriak, a glukkon who had bid, but not won anything yet. Approaching him, he asked "What do you say you invest 18k in this bid, and I'll pool in all my funds? If we get it, I'll split the deal with you. You can have one half of the profit, I can have the other. You in?"

"$32k! $32k! Do I hear $34k?!"

OOC: @360, It means you won items number 1 and 7. Sorry for the confusion.

IC: glave took out a lungbuster cigarette and light it up, smiling to himself. the airship would soon be his. oblivous to glave, though, the mudokon was uneasy around the small fire on the tip of the cigarette.

OOC: sorry for the double post

IC: as glave took a drag on the lungbuster, he seen a slig who didnt seem to be paying mcuh attention at all keeping his thoguhts to himself. this was the slig who fell out of his chair from sleeping when glave had arrived. glave put his hand into his cloak, pulled out a transmitter and muttered something into it, a momment later, a slig arrved with a jar full of bolamites and took place along side glave. glave plunged his hand into the jar of bolamites. he pulled it out and shook the three bolamites in his hand to make them agitated. he then leaned over and placed them onto the back of general flace's neck.

OOC: sorry, i was feeling evil.

IC: "Aaaaaah!" Flace exclaimed. "What the flip did you do that for?" Flace got back on the chair and glared at the newcomer.

OOC: Erm... I just noticed a slight problem with Buddy's post. Glukkons walk on their hands. Therefore, they cannot use them to pick up bolomites.

Or can they?

Mars finally pulled his hat off, only to be greeted by the scene unfolding before him. He leaned away from Flace, trying to avoid the bugs. One got near him, but he swatted it with his hat. Mars was iffy about the airship. He wanted one, sure, but how would he get it? THERE COULD STILL BE A HAT HERE FOR OOD'S SAKE! Well, let's see...

"You, hey you,' Mars said to Glave. "Look, If I put in 25k and you put in 25k, we could have the airship. I'm telling you, it'll be great!

(Of course, if they did split the airship, Mars would probably just kick Glave out eventually.)

IC: Bleezle waves frantically, "$34k? Anyone bidding $34k?!"

IC:
After the "Slimey creature" incident had been delt with involving Gobrak's shoe and the floor, he sat back angrily in his seat through the break and two of the auctions afterwards. Eventually the Vykker Airship was announced, finding another oppertunity Gobrak became instantly interested. He calmed himself down a bit and decided to bide his time and see how high the price rose.

Eventually a Vykker approached him with a business proposition. Gobrak thought it over for a moment and deciding that half profits is better than no profits. "Deal, I'm in." He looked behind to make sure the creature incident didn't happen again and found that the seat was empty. He was sure a Vykker was behi- then it occured to him: this was the same guy who shoved the insect down his suit and bought the Slog facility.

Gobrak's mouth tightened for a breif second before returning back to normal. He nodded to his assistant who again rose his hand "34K!"
He turned back to EZ "How about we discuss the details when this auction's over eh?"

[BD] Gobrak Bids 34K

"$34k! Amazing! Anyone want to bid $36k?!"

(pause)

"Nobody? Okay then. Going once... Going twice..."

(last chance to bid)

OOC: This begs the question; can I sabotage the auctioneer?

OOC: Possibly! (Edit: Oops, forgot it was a joint bid)

IC: "Sold for $34k to Gobrak and Ez! Next up is the 10 bars of Mintantium. These have been mined very recently and are worth a fortune on the global market. Great for making long lasting tools or for making amazing pieces of bulletproof armour. Who'll start me at $25k?"

IC: Ez felt triumphant inside. True he had pretty much no money at all now, but he owned a slog hut, and a Vykker craft. "Sure thing. Thanks again. You're making a very worthwhile investment. Here's my half of the purchase," he said to Gobrak, handing his assistant 17K. He had only 1K left now, so anything he bought would have to be ludicrously cheap. Hearing that the next item was some kind of very tough mineral, he sighed in relief. He was glad that it wasn't something he really wanted to get his hands on.

That stupid glukkon seemed to just pretend he didn't exist. A big mistake. Not an act of sabotage, but rather of petty revenge, Mars stood up and stomped on his feet. Hard, too. Now hearing of a very tough mineral, Mars was sure he needed this. It could make any weapon...armor...or hat.

50 K.

Levitica looked at the mudokon that sat a few rows ahead of him and finally lost all tethers restraining him from exploding,
"Listen mudokon, unfortunately for every land mugger here, you are not a slave, neither are you competent, act with a modicum of self respect or I will make sure you are terminated immediately, learn your place, Mr. Ez is by far your superior."

"$50k! Wow, you've outbid everyone. Unless someone can form an alliance and bid $52k?!"

IC: Ez heard this mudokon bidding. 'If he wins this one, I won't be surprised.' He also heard another glukkon adressing said mudokon, claiming that Ez was Mars' superior. Quite flattered, he glanced at the glukkon. He seemed fairly respectable, though such an outburst was a little out of the ordinary. Nodding his head in a sort of I-totally-know-what-you-mean way, he looked back at the auction.

"$50k! Going once... going twice..."

(last chance to bid)

Levitica, as Mars would find out later, adressed Mars rather rudely. Mars responded accordingly...

"Listen here", he says, turning around with a smirk on his face. "Yes, I'm not a slave. I'm quite past that. Yes, I'm not competent. I'll never be past that. But what you fail to realize, is that I know my place, and it's above you. Quite higher, in fact. Not only am I in possession of a very deadly weapon," gesturing to the hammer, "I'm also wearing a hat, in much finer quality then your entire..." eying him up and down "getup. And if I get one more pretentious stuck-up speech out of you, you're not leaving this auction with all of those precious limbs of yours. Understand?"

There was a look from Mars. The kind of look that says 'I'm insane and I know it', kind of look.

He turned back to see his win completed.

"$50k! Well done to Mars L. Morand. (Does anyone know what L stands for?) Well then, well then. Time to progress to our tenth and final auction of the evening. After which there will be a spontaneous and improvised disco. After a while, the buffet will open. Please do not cut in line while waiting for food. The buffet table is serious business! Please remember to put on your shades as the discoball is quite reflective and may seriously impair your eyesight for at least a minute afterwards, unless proper eyewear is worn. Also, please refrain from performing the dance move known as 'the Molluck', as we are still cleaning up the mess from last week"

Bleezle sniffed deeply, "But I digress. The tenth auction is for... Barzantine Mines! The mining facility has a depth of at least 15 vertical miles and already has a few hundred Sligs and Mudokons that are digging for gems. Now, what shall we say for this. $15k?"

Flace put his hand up. "$15k!" Flace also put a sticker on Mars' hat which says 'This hat is fake'. He wondered how long it would take Mars to notice.

IC: Now this was exactly what Ez was hoping for. Something that wasn't all too valueble to him. Thankfully it was the last item. After this, Ez would probably scamper off to have a word with Gobriak. Noticing that the mudokon with the hat was acting up again, Ez would have sighed, but instead he suppressed a giggle as a slig put an amusing sticker on his hat. "You may have a hat... But it... It seems someone doesn't think it's real," he said pausing to stiffle more laughs, before ducking away to hide his contorted face.

IC: [ac] "Leland...", Mars mumbled under his breath. "Mars Leland Morand". Listening to Ez, Mars felt confusion. He took off his hat and brought it to his face, examining it, making sure he wasn't ripped off all those years ago. The sticker, however, was unexpected.

Any other day, Mars may have questioned how someone got this sticker. It was oddly specific. Or maybe why they would do this (Mars didn't make enemies that quick (right?)). But this was not one of those day, because this day, Mars was within a small group that hadn't moved from a small area, so the culprit was amongst them...and Mars had an idea who. Turning to Flace, with a contorted 'grin', on his face, Mars looked at him sternly, still keeping the grin. "Forget what I said to Levitica," Mars began sinisterly. "I've got something special in mind for you."

Mars redirected his attention to the talk of the mine. It's big, and homey. His sort of thing, with some obvious redecorating. Not worth 15k, oh no, this was worth more like...a full siege with fire and sword.


(OOC: I figured out a great idea for the next RPG)

IC: Ez looked back up at Mars, realising that he had also figured out who had stuck the sticker on his hat. 'Bugger that he found out who it was. This loon is only making enemies. With three of them, things don't look too good for him, even if he has a hat and an alledgedly ver dangerous weapon. It's a hammer. Not a bomb.' Ez thought.

Even Levitica smiled at the crude humour, he ignored Mars' reply, he would send some crack squads after the little runt afterwards, same he didn't have any money left for the mine but worried that Mars might gain control of a facility he had no expertise in running, he was prepared to donate his money to...a worth cause, should anything come up.

IC: "Something special, eh?" Flace said, "Well I'll look forward to whatever you have in mind. I already have a lot of leftover stickers from my anti-counterfit career. We specialised in finding fake hats. Don't worry though, your one is 99.9% genuine"