001; audio to visual - DEC 09, late-morning

[shoubai]

[ The feed starts out to the busy tap of a screen and low mutters, each one busier and more distracted than the last. It doesn't go on for very long, and one could think that's it, this was a supreme waste of time, before the laughter rings out. Loud and borderline obnoxious, it also carries with it a note of triumph, and when the visual pops to

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[PERMAVOICE]

[picklesplz]

Hangover?

[Takes one to know one, after all.]

[permavideo]

[shoubai]

Aha. Like you wouldn't believe.

[picklesplz]

Huh. Tried some pickles?

[shoubai]

If I had some on hand, I would. Do you know where to find such?

[picklesplz]

'course I do. Bought ones are subpar, but they're edible.

[shoubai]

Store-bought is always subpar. Fresh ones, it's the fresh ones you'll want.

[picklesplz]

I started making some.

[You hear the tale-tell sound of someone vigorously scratching their butt through cloth.]

But I don't share for free.

[shoubai]

I wouldn't expect you to. Homemade, that has it's own price.

Bartering, that's something I know how to do.

[picklesplz]

Really, now.

[He's waiting.]

[shoubai]

Go on. Always best to know the interests of the man you're doing business with.

[picklesplz]

Interests, huh?

[Another scratching sound.]

I don't have any particular want for anything right now. So why don't you just do your best to convince me you've got something I want?

[shoubai]

[ He's always liked challenges. ]

It could be something you'll want later. A free meal, a night out. Services or the offer of.

[ A pause, then a laugh. ]

Or an I.O.U. I'm good at keeping those.

[picklesplz]

Hmmm. Maybe. Is that all you've got?