I don't wanna be the center of anything [Open]

[dirtyredneck]

WHO: Daryl Dixon, Mako Mori + Open
WHERE: Porter Cities & The House
WHEN: All November
WHAT: Catch-All!
WARNINGS: References Zombies Walkers, Kaiju, Abuse, General Violence and Gore are likely in a few threads.


Convention Circuit - A porter city near you
Having finally said goodbye to his Government assigned job, Daryl now had the free time to pursue projects he wanted to. For the most part. He was, however, still a contracted spokesman for Bow-Man Hunting and Hunting Season was well underway. With it came a convention circuit.

Daryl hadn't given much thought to the clause in his contract that had to do with personal appearances. He figured that he might have to make two, maybe three in a year because how many conventions could there be? 70. There were 70 conventions that Bow-Man Hunting had booths at. Every. Year. 26 for just the hunting and fishing industry. Not the general populace and 'enthusiasts', just the industry. The other 44 were the 'fan' conventions for the rest. The people that liked to go out like Daryl used to, for a weekend or a week in the woods. Or who wanted to prepare for a disaster, called themselves 'preppers'. Or for the rich asshole 'survival enthusiasts' who treated it all like a game. Gun shows, even, since families were often dragged along and left to 'ooh' and 'ahh' at whatever was in the dealer's hall and they could make a quick buck selling older models there along with their knife lines.

The only good part about the personal appearance clause was that he wasn't required to be at any shows (barring health or other negotiated absences) that weren't at the Porter Cities. The bad part was that he was required to be there for conventions in the Porter Cities. Which was why he could easily be found (looking very uncomfortable and grumpy, with shoulders hunched and arms crossed) by his adoring fans (Dear Lord how the hell did shooting one guy in the ass and posing for a couple pictures get him this much attention?) as well as people who actually wanted to talk shop.

Please, please, please, for the love of whatever you find holy or sacred or just downright okay, give him a 'business' reason to walk away from those fans crowding the side of the booth, taking pictures, and generally harassing him with a barrage of half-shouted questions and attempts to get his attention.


Enchilada Night - The House - November 3rd (open party for The Group, tag around/threadjack as you like)
Official purchase date had been October 23rd. Keys were handed out starting on the 25th. Official move-in date hadn't really been decided, as Daryl was still figuring out if he wanted to live on the property 'full time' or stick to the De Chima place. Mako's increased presence in day to day activity was pulling him closer and closer to Nonah as they'd have an easier time working their own personal touches into a new place than one of them taking up space somewhere the other had already established. Plus the De Chima house didn't really have space for the ravens Daryl was only a week or so away from formally adopting. The House did. And more they could add on to, as well.

Hell, he had already decided to move and just hadn't emotionally accepted it yet. He liked his housemates. Clark was quiet, but friendly enough. Betty always showed an interest in him and he was going to worry about her like crazy with Bruce still gone and her not knowing what to do with herself. And Catherine? He'd made her one of his almost as soon as he'd met her. They were kindred spirits from worlds where life as it was known in this one had ended.

Daryl wasn't really able to do a 'clean cut', but he could try to make the move-in more concrete. No better way to do that than with food. And free food, to boot. His last day on the job at the Cantina he'd been assigned to became something of a welcome-home move-in party. The restaurant was sad to see him go, but the employees had liked him well enough to fudge a few numbers on the books with 'remakes' and 'expired product' to send him packing with a good two dozen fresh enchiladas, a pile of tamales, and a few elotes.

Made for a great mini-feast with the family that none of them had to do the work for.


Wildcard/OOC
Daryl will largely be around Nonah and De Chima during November. Heropa will become less of a haunt the further into the month we get. If you've got an idea for a thread, you can post it or PM me to work it out beforehand so we're on the same page. And if you'd like a specific prompt, PM me and I'll set it up in the comments.

Also, feel free to tag in whatever style is most comfortable for you, I have no problem matching!

Comments

[dirtyredneck]

Had the other man really avoided even asking what that kind of set up would entail? That didn't bode well for his abilities to get what Daryl was wanting if he didn't bother with that much effort.

Daryl leaned back, chin lifted, "Your name got brought up a few times. Said you can get stuff without it being obvious it's been gotten."

[devoutish]

"I can and do, yeah, at home. Here, well - that'd be a very different process, wouldn't it. Why don't you tell me what it is you want gotten, and we'll discuss."

[dirtyredneck]

"Metal," he said simply. He wanted specific kinds of metal and in specific forms and specific quantities. But he wasn't going into that much detail until he felt sure the other man was one he could trust enough to get the job done. "Some wood. Wire. Rubber tubin'. Pipes. Drywall. Paint."

[devoutish]

"Mm." Alfie leans back, scratching at his beard thoughtfully. "Large amounts?"

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl nodded, "Enough to build one of them apartment complexes they house us in and then some."

He paused, then added, "Not all at once."

[devoutish]

"Mm." That's definitely a lot. It would be much easier to do if Alfie had his warehouse, but if course, he doesn't. "How much at once?"

[dirtyredneck]

"Ain't decided that yet," he answered, head tilting to the side slightly as he eyed the other man. "Depends on if you can do it and what you're asking."

And also what Daryl could arrange for the transport to the build site. Getting the materials to wherever he could for the eventual move was important, but he'd only be able to store so much when he did. But he figured it'd be easier to arrange that part of it once he actually got the materials in the first place.

[devoutish]

"You want me to decide whether or not I can do it, even though you haven't decided how you want it done. Do you see the problem with that, mate?" He pauses, and then goes on. "I would be willing to discuss arranging this, yes. It does sound like something that I could do. But I cannot give you a definitive answer until I have more definitive details from you."

[dirtyredneck]

"I ain't got the the exact amounts for the exact number of deliveries decided." Daryl leaned forward, keeping eye contact. "I know how much total I need and a good idea of where I'll be getting it taken to. But I need to know how much you're able to move at once before I can give you more details. If you got a limit I need to know. One truck, two? A semi-load, a pick-up? How you get it there, as long as it's done, I don't care. But I need to know how much you think you can move at once 'fore I give you the numbers I'm wanting and when I need them."

[devoutish]

Alfie makes a mental note to look up what a pick-up is.

"I've got a flat. I've got a spare room in that flat. I can hold several small truckloads there at once - delivered in small batches at different times over the course of several days, if you want it done in secret. But I do expect to be told what you want this for."

[dirtyredneck]

"Already told ya," he said flatly. "Need enough to build a place 'cause I'm buildin' a place."

He brought a hand up to his chin, thoughtful, "Once it's at your flat, you can move the larger amount all at once to somewhere else on my go-ahead, right? You can do that, I'll get you numbers and time frames. And you can get me prices."

[devoutish]

He inclines his head. "I can do that, just as soon as you give me a better explanation of what I'm helping with. "A place"; that means nothing to me."

[dirtyredneck]

"A buildin'. I'm buildin' a buildin'. One I don't want no one to find if I don't want 'em findin' it." Daryl's thoughtful expression turned to a frown. "You don't need to know more than that. You're the material supplier. And nothin' I'm askin' you to supply is gonna get you in trouble."

[devoutish]

"Is it a building for home or for business?"

[dirtyredneck]

"Home," he said flatly. Then said in a sweet voice much as his brother would have done to those who pried too much, "Building me a huntin' lodge."

[devoutish]

"A hunting lodge," Alfie repeats. "There we go. Now, don't worry, I'm not gonna ask where it's gonna be. That's not necessary for me to know." He pulls a pad of paper and a pen out of his pocket.

"Three hundred per truckload, per day. That's for storage only. If I provide the trucks, the price goes up to five hundred."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl almost rolled his eyes but kept himself from it, before he reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick envelop and set it on the table.

"Need you to make the purchases, too. You'll get the money for it, plus your fees. Already got some pricin' done, so don't try to over charge me for bein' discrete about it. Ain't got a timetable on the first deliveries yet, but I should have that within two weeks. Just need to check on a door maker and a general contractor."

He tapped the envelope before pushing it across the table, "10 and a list of the first amounts I'll need. Take your cut outta it."

[devoutish]

"Now, wait a moment." Alfie raises a finger. "You've done the pricing. I haven't. And we're not gonna leave this table until we've agreed on exact figures." He fingers the envelope. "And I will remind you that charging you extra for my discretion is not overcharging - it's why you've come to me, instead of doing this aboveboard."

[dirtyredneck]

"I know how much the materials cost," he asserted. "If you're gonna tell me it costs double to get 'em on the down low, I'm gonna know you're full of shit. Your discretion on the rest, you already said was 300 a day, 500 if you provide trucks."

He was already risking a lot, having 10k at the ready. He knew he had to come on strong for anyone he was bargaining with. Make it clear he had the means and wasn't talking out his ass on this. But he didn't want to get screwed, either. He didn't want to have to go to Dooku more than twice before the project was done if he didn't have to.

[devoutish]

"All the same, we're gonna sit here while I look through the numbers you've drawn up. That's what's in this envelope?"

He slits it open with a finger.

[dirtyredneck]

He nodded, chin lifting, "On the top." The rest was the cash for the purchase, which would become obvious if Alfie wasn't careful about opening it. Neither of them needed that much money being flashed for the casual observer to see.

[devoutish]

Alfie notes the money, but leaves that where it is for now, sliding out the papers. He spends a good five minutes in complete silence, looking them over and doing some mental calculations in his head. Then he looks up.

"This is reasonable. Yeah. I'll be charging a small fee for the time I'll be taking to buy the materials myself, but that'll be minimal - fifty dollars, flat. So we've got the one-time charge of the money for the materials plus fifty, on top of five hundred per day for the storage of each truckload."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl finally relaxed like he actually felt relaxed and nodded along. Guy might not be on the up and up, but as long as he honored a deal, he'd be decent enough to work with.

"I'll let you know when I need the first load ready by. You don't gotta purchase nothin' 'til then. Just be ready to. After alla that's delivered, I'll find you for the next round."

He slid out of the seat and stood up, faced the table and held out a hand to shake on it.

[devoutish]

Alfie stands too, spitting onto his palm before reaching out to shake Daryl's hand firmly. Sorry, Daryl. That's the way they do things in his world.

[dirtyredneck]

If it bothered Daryl (it only sorta did, but he was actually pretty used to handshakes like that), it didn't show. His own grip was firm and unflinching. Deal sealed, he gave one last nod and headed out of the building in silence. He still had other arrangements to make.