this is just like trading pokemon cards except deadlier

[beakie]

Who: Beaker and whoever else wants to put up toplevels for trading and YOU
What: Trading cards! And socialization.
Where: Vista Way
When: 5/8, all day.
Warnings: None!


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[Today, Beaker's taken the day off from his personal hell job to set up a bunch of stands outside in the streets of Vista Way!

...Okay, it's more like he's taken a bunch of furniture from his apartment and set them up haphazardly, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the poster board that's taped to a stout coffee table that reads "COME TRADE YOUR CARDS". The letters on the right edge of the poster are significantly smaller than the other letters, like he had to make room to squeeze in words.

He's sitting at a table, shuffling his cards around, occasionally looking up to greet people as they pass. If you'd like, you're free to trade your own cards with other people and set up shop on the couch or the rug--wow, he...practically dragged down all of his furniture onto the street, huh?]

Meemii! Meep meemoomeep meep meemii?

[Hey there! Wanna trade cards with him? He's got Fire, Genie Lamp, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and Astro Blaster.]

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[...Yeah, turns out when you bring all your furniture outside for a fun day, you have to put it back into your apartment. Thank God he only lives on the first floor, but still. It's not like he lifts, and he's having quite A Time trying to get all of this stuff through the door. Currently, he's struggling to pull the couch back into the building, but it keeps getting stuck on the doorframe. He waves at anyone who passes--]

MEEP! MEEMII MEEP?

[Mind giving him a hand?]

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[midnightcowboy]

[It takes some time, extensive use of the lasso card, and a lot of parkour to actually get up to the table but Jed sure as fuck is up there anyways trying really damn hard to act like he's not out of breath (which he is).

He wasn't even aware this was a card thing he just saw A Commotion™ and was like 'shit I have to jump directly into this situation'. It kind of just looks like Beaker is setting up his furniture outside which... alright? He guesses there's merit in sleeping outside.]

You movin' out, carrot stick?

[beakie]

Meep?

[Beaker looks down at the cowboy, shaking his head and frowning. Well...he usually has a frown on his face, so, really, his expression doesn't look any different. Also where the hell did he come swinging in from]

Meemiimeep, meep meemii meep meep!

[He gestures towards the sign on the table and the cards in his hand. See? Self-explanatory.

...It occurs to him that he doesn't actually know the name of this tiny cowboy.]

Meemii meep meemoo meep...meep meemii meep. Meep meemiimeep Beaker, meemii?

[He never got the chance to introduce himself what with the...gremlins running around. His name is Beaker, what about him?]

[midnightcowboy]

[Even he doesn't know where he came swinging in from but the important thing is that he's here now and also that the sign is very self-explanatory, which is helpful when you're unobservant.

He squints at the cards for a while, weighing the merit of the idea (he never even considered trading them away previously, it seemed more like A Thing He Was Just Stuck With as most magic he's dealt with tends to be) before looking back up to Beaker, arms crossed thoughtfully.]

...Well, shoot, you're right. Guess there was more important things to worry 'bout.

[Like pointing fingers about who is and isn't a gremlin. Things like that. Either way, he tips his hat back now as a greeting.]

Name's Jedediah. Folks call me Jed. [He meanders back over to peer at the sign again.] You folks swap cards like this all the time? That some kinda big deal here, or just a hobby sorta thing?

[beakie]

...Jed. Meemii meep moo! [Nice to formally meet you, then! Without the gremlin stuff. He'd try and shake his hand, but...]

Meemii. Meep meemii meep meemoo, meep meemii meep. Meep...meemiimeep meep meemoo meep.

[Nah, no one's done a formal thing yet, so he thought he'd be helpful and have a day where people can just sort of chat and trade cards, if they want. And, uh, he sort of wants to get rid of his otherwise terrible and unpredictable cards.

He puts his cards down on the table and spreads them out for Jed to see.]

Meemii meep moo?

[midnightcowboy]

You an' me both, Laredo. Lasso's the first damn thing they've given me that's had any sorta use. Not sure why I'd even bother with the other two.

[Tripping people and enabling him to climb things, it's multi-purpose.

He steps across the cards, less for the purpose of reading them (which he could do just fine from basically anywhere else on the table) and more just to make sure he's in the center of everything because He's Gotta.]

So what all do these things do? Guessin' the fire one's pretty straightforward but that's just askin' for trouble.

[Plastic's still pretty damn susceptible to melting, even if less so than the wax folks.]

[beakie]

[L....Laredo???? Carrot stick he understood, but--

He ignores his confusion for a moment to explain what the cards do. Beaker still hasn't used the fire card, given how susceptible he is to being lit on fire. He points towards each of the cards in turn.]

Meemii meep meemoo meep meep. Meemiimeep meep.

[He tried out Astro Blaster this morning, and it seems to be able to make a sort of...laser blaster appear in his hand? He hasn't used it, of course, he's terrible with firearms. He'd probably shoot himself in the foot or something. Wild Ride summons a really slow car, but at least it's sturdy and will get you places. Genie Lamp...uh. It's unpredictable, probably not worth Jed's time.

Jed could probably try out any of them right now, to be honest.]

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[ilovepuppies]

[At some point during the day, a blonde gremlin appears on Beaker's couch, hiding behind one of the cushions. The Happy Haunt card is on the other side of the couch, in a plastic baggy as if to contain its evil powers.]

[lusito]

... What are you doing?

[Joshua normally just lets Star be Star, but this is sort of a new level to Star being Star right now.]

[ilovepuppies]

I'm trying to get rid of this dumb card!

[She points accusingly at the plastic baggy.]

[lusito]

Oh? What's wrong with it?

[ilovepuppies]

EVERYTHING! It turns you into a GHOST! Rod gave me a card that turns me into a GHOST! Doesn't he realize how insensitive that is?

[hallotween]

Ooh, is it dangerous?

[ilovepuppies]

EXTREMELY.

[No.]

[hallotween]

Cool.

Can I have it? I mean, if you hate it so much...

[ilovepuppies]

It does something really horrible! Are you okay with that?

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[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hey Beaker, here's a big strong man to come save your day.]

Need some help with that?

[beakie]

[oh boy! solid snake!]

Meep! Meemiimeep meep--

[As he tries to explain his plight, he just keeps. Whamming the sofa against the door frame. It's probably not good for the door or the sofa.]

...Meep.

[He gives up and pushes the couch back into the street, wiping his brow despite the fact that he's not sweating. Odd.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[The repeated attempts to get the sofa through the door is kind of painful, so Snake's glad it doesn't take Beaker long to give up. He looks over the doorframe, and then to the sofa, and at whatever mutual damage there is.]

Looks like you'll need to turn it.

[beakie]

[Looks at the couch.

Squints.

Carefully pushes it a little to the side.]

Meep mii?

[Like that? He carefully pulls the couch back through the doorframe with ease.]

Ooh! Meep meemiimeep! Meep moo!

[That worked! Now he just has...three more flights to go!]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[After watching Beaker's tiny muppet body drag the sofa through, he's pretty impressed that he even has the upper body strength to carry it at all. But the idea of him dragging it all the way up tugs at Snake a little.

He follows beaker through the door, and edges around the sofa.]

Hnnrnrgh...move aside.

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[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Enter Eclipsa, strolling by.]

Oh, having trouble again dear? You really do seem caught up in various struggles.

[Which is a comment for Other Beaker, but true nonetheless.]

[beakie]

M-Meep.

[...Has he met this person before? She's talking like she knows him, but...he's not sure. Either way, he'd appreciate a hand.]

Meep meemii meep meemoo meep meemiimeep?

[Mind helping grab the rolled up rug from the ground? Might be a good idea to move the smaller objects first instead of...y'know, the couch.]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Oh, here, let me:

[She quickly casts Pixie Dust and some of the smaller objects are now floating in the air.]

That should lighten the load, hm?

[beakie]

Oooh!

[Beaker reaches up to touch the floating objects before giving Eclipsa a thumbs up. How come everyone else gets the useful cards?

He starts moving the smaller stuff inside, scrambling back and forth like a lost ant on a picnic table. Suddenly, he pauses, realizing he doesn't know this stranger's name. Which is what his next question is--]

Meemiimeep meemoo?

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Oh, why thank you dear, I'm very proud of my ensemble yes.

[....so that's where we're at here.]