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Jack, like a good many patrons of Milliways, is currently scrambling for a way to pay off her sizeable tab. She's tried stealing (Security didn't like that), she's tried finding work (not a lot of the jobs being offered involve beating things to death), and she's tried just plain haggling her way out of her debt (you can imagine how well that worked). None of these turned a profit, and none of them helped her.
Then, very recently, a certain talking dog (Dug) offered his services to Jack in order to make up for...something. He's not sure what, but he knows Jack was angry at him, and now she's not, so it's okay! After a few attempts at training him to fetch wallets, and after a few hours of trying to figure out a way to make rock-guarding profitable, Jack finally hit on an idea that's sure to get her some cash.
"Dog for sale!"
Young woman and dopey dog are both seated at a table, one of them on a chair and the other on the floor. A small sign is sitting on the table, Jack's messy handwriting (more or less) displaying the following message:
Dog For Sale! Unique, once-in-a-lifetime chance to own a talking dog! Very intelligent, loyal companion, makes a great guard-dog! Only one of his kind, get yours while supplies last!
A similar sign has been hung around Dug's neck, though he seems blissfully unaware of Jack's intentions. This may be because he doesn't understand, or just because he's chewing on his octoplushie.
[Tinytag: Jack (Subject Zero), Dug]
[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag away! We accept cash, check and Visa/Mastercard And both muns are for sleep now, but slowtimes are awesome and new tags are super welcome!]
Then, very recently, a certain talking dog (Dug) offered his services to Jack in order to make up for...something. He's not sure what, but he knows Jack was angry at him, and now she's not, so it's okay! After a few attempts at training him to fetch wallets, and after a few hours of trying to figure out a way to make rock-guarding profitable, Jack finally hit on an idea that's sure to get her some cash.
"Dog for sale!"
Young woman and dopey dog are both seated at a table, one of them on a chair and the other on the floor. A small sign is sitting on the table, Jack's messy handwriting (more or less) displaying the following message:
Dog For Sale! Unique, once-in-a-lifetime chance to own a talking dog! Very intelligent, loyal companion, makes a great guard-dog! Only one of his kind, get yours while supplies last!
A similar sign has been hung around Dug's neck, though he seems blissfully unaware of Jack's intentions. This may be because he doesn't understand, or just because he's chewing on his octoplushie.
[Tinytag: Jack (Subject Zero), Dug]
[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag away! We accept cash, check and Visa/Mastercard And both muns are for sleep now, but slowtimes are awesome and new tags are super welcome!]