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From the moment she'd found the set of wires, Renita had known they would be useful for something. That was why she'd made sure to keep them secure with the rest of the items she and her group had scavenged throughout the day. The only trouble was that when she'd gotten them home, she hadn't been able to find that use for them. Finally and grudgingly, she decided it was probably just beyond her skill set to do anything worthwhile with them, and so she instead set out to find someone who would want the things.

Word of mouth had brought her here, to the junkyard, to find someone called the Information Joker, of all things. It all had a tinge of ridiculousness to it, really, and she was a little embarrassed to be playing along, but...Well. If she could get something out of these stupid wires, it would be worth it.

"Excuse me? I'd like to trade these for something."

Matilda stared past the grimy fence with a uncertain look. This looked like the place. She'd been told that if one needed to seek out certain items, this was the place to go. The Junkyard. While cash had been handy before, if was fairly useless in the current world she lived in. Something to drink of defend herself with was of much greater value.

Steeling herself, she strode past the entrance and walked up to what appeared to be a ramshackle booth.

"Hello, I would like to place a listing for a trade," the woman said, placing a stack of cash on the flat surface, "I would like to see about trading this for something to drink, or a weapon. You can never be too careful out here."

Durza leaned against a stack of bricks as he waited to make the trade. He looked for his fellow Apartment companion, aiming to trade one of his sweaters for something he could eat. You can't eat sweaters.

Austin was certainly not looking his best -- dark around the eyes, with his jaw swollen and stuck and gone purple around the edges, mouth pressed firmly shut. There was blood on his new battered grey sweater, one sleeve of his [otherwise surprisingly nice] jacket torn near the edge. And he looked furious, all things considered, sitting on a bench with his bag clutched in his arms and his eyes gone narrow.

An arrangement to make a trade, and he was not-so-oddly expecting things to go sour fast, someone to run out and steal what he had instead of actually making the proper exchange --

James approached the junkyard gingerly, favoring his left side. In spite of his apparent injury, he still had the energy to hum off-key under his breath, cheerfully twirling a potato in one hand. He approached the first figure he saw with a jersey, oblivious to the other university member's dour demeanor, and sat delicately on the edge of the bench.

"Howdy, friend!" He held the potato aloft in his left hand, right still clutching his side. "Boy, you know, I just love potatoes. Did you know they're from the nightshade family?" He handed it over.

Teamwork!

Jayson thought he'd try his luck at the junkyard. His lover was extremely thirsty and they couldn't find any water for him. Jay's heart pounded in his chest as he looked around for anyone who would trade him.. he'd trade anything to keep his lover alive.

July was pretty sure at this rate, if nothing else would kill him the lack of water would. He rubbed his throat idly as he leaned on his makeshift crutch. He'd h ave to head down to the infirmary as soon as he could and have Jay looked at. Sighing he slipped into the junkyard as he adjusted his stance to make walking easier. Earlier in the day Jay had gone looking, but now that their situation had taken on a turn for the worst, he figured it couldn't hurt to try his luck.

"Excuse me...I have food, these odd wires and some cash on me..would anyone be willing to spare some water? Anything..please." He felt frustrated, and like he was against the clock.

Another interesting scavenging trip. This time he'd found an old wallet with a couple of twenties in it. Nothing that would be all that useful to him or anyone else in the dorms, but maybe he could trade it to the joker for some more information. There was no telling what little bit might be helpful later, and knowledge was power.

Considering Liam didn't have much of it, doing whatever he could to obtain it seemed a good idea.