[Going along with the tradition of "why the hell do they keep putting animals in here", Varian has been making sure to spend his coins as he finds them just to make sure no poor animals are being left to fend for themselves. He receives from the Vending Machine much of the same sorts of items- food, clothing, wine that he probably shouldn't drink- there's a moment where he pulls out a Tiara that he's immediately very delicate with since it seems very real and very precious...he doesn't know who it belongs to (and he has an inkling as to who, but he's also a little afraid to ask), so he'll set it up with some other things later. For now?
As he nears the end of his coins, something rattles ominously in the machine. It clanks and thuds all the way down until it comes out: a wooden staff fashioned as both walking stick and makeshift light with three seperate vials tied with rope to the larger end in green, blue, and pink. And while Varian may not have a memory of actually putting it together, he saw it in his hand during the dream he'd had the night prior. It's as familiar as the back of his hand.]
Yes!!
[He carefully pulls it out so as not to break the vials, lifting the staff up so he can turn it over and check for damage.]
I- I can't believe it, the vials haven't been broken! They still work!
[Later on, Varian gathers up as much of his extra junk as possible and sets himself up in the Cafeteria for a Yard Sard. There's a paper on the table that reads:]
Got too much junk from the machine, willing to trade for tools, parts, and other things you might not need! Feel free to take whatever you'd like without trading, too.
[Who knows, maybe something here belongs to you? Or you just really want that Grizabella p- no, the two identical Grizabellas he now owns. Someone take them, please.]
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As he nears the end of his coins, something rattles ominously in the machine. It clanks and thuds all the way down until it comes out: a wooden staff fashioned as both walking stick and makeshift light with three seperate vials tied with rope to the larger end in green, blue, and pink. And while Varian may not have a memory of actually putting it together, he saw it in his hand during the dream he'd had the night prior. It's as familiar as the back of his hand.]
Yes!!
[He carefully pulls it out so as not to break the vials, lifting the staff up so he can turn it over and check for damage.]
I- I can't believe it, the vials haven't been broken! They still work!
[Later on, Varian gathers up as much of his extra junk as possible and sets himself up in the Cafeteria for a Yard Sard. There's a paper on the table that reads:]
Got too much junk from the machine, willing to trade for tools, parts, and other things you might not need! Feel free to take whatever you'd like without trading, too.
[Who knows, maybe something here belongs to you? Or you just really want that Grizabella p- no, the two identical Grizabellas he now owns. Someone take them, please.]
[OOC: Link to the items Varian has available!]