Gotham City visit, day 2.

[basic_powers]

It's morning. Actually to clarify things, it's morning in Gotham City, set in the apartment of Dinahs Lance, Snr. and Jnr. There might be birds outside, or that low soft whistling might be the house guest, having found some eggs to fry up for breakfast, while the morning wake-up aroma of fresh coffee spreads through the apartment.

Despite the very late and unsociable hours of conciousness last night, their house guest found himself rising with the dawn as per certain habits. Namely those of 'getting people fed' and not becoming the recipient of the ice-water wake up call.

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[raptorcanaria]

"OK."

She rinses her empty coffee cup in the sink and turns back towards the master bedroom. "Make your list."

[basic_powers]

"I made it last night," He replies cheerfully, waving the notebook as he laces up his hiking boots.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah does take a few minutes getting ready. when she returns she's wearing biker leathers and her hair is pulled back into a low bun on her head.

"Ready, then?"

She holds the door for him.

[basic_powers]

"As ready as any out of towner can be for Gotham City."

Coins tucked into an inner jacket pocket, notebook of supply lists in the outer pocket of the zippered denim jacket.

[raptorcanaria]

They take the Katana, as Beauford has done before. Dianh Snr is as good a motorcyclist as her daughter - better, if you count in her favor the fact that she's significantly less reckless and speed obsessed. First stop - a local pawn shop.

[basic_powers]

He's quite grateful for the fact that she is not as reckless as her daughter. By the time they reach the local pawn shop, Beauford finds he hasn't uttered a single muttered prayer to not end up road pizza.

"You want to come inside with me?"

[raptorcanaria]

"I was planning on it," Dinah says. "I think I might have a look at some of the jewelry they have there."

You know, see if she recognizes.it. Detective habits die hard.

[basic_powers]

"Awesome, nice to know I have someone at my back." Beauford grins, holding open the door for Dinah Snr as the bell inside the door jingles.

[raptorcanaria]

She smiles at him, and then at the shopkeeper, her helmet tucked under her arm as she strolls inside, looking through the glass counter at the objects within.

[basic_powers]

With that Beauford heads for the counter, unzipping his jacket and digging out some of the gold and silver coins. Not taking them all out at once, because while it might be a good pawn shop, the other clients could very well not be so mannerly.

"I'd like to know what sort of price you'd give me for these.." He's pushing one of the gold and four of the silvers across the counter.

[raptorcanaria]

As Dinah hangs back, listening, the storekeeper picks up first the gold, then the silver, gives them a close look, and then eyes Beauford suspiciously.

"Where did you get these from?"

[basic_powers]

"Beachcombing on Wabasso Beach, in Florida." Beauford supplies easily and readily enough. "Well the gold coin was Wabasso beach, the silver came from a boat that'd been dug up by the Missouri river."

[raptorcanaria]

Well it can't be proved, but it win't leave the pawnbroker in any trouble, either.

"Well," he says, "I've never seen coins like this before. If you want to find their historic value, you'll need to see an antique dealer. I can pay you for the value of the metal."

[basic_powers]

"How much would that be?"

If the pawnbroker had asked, he'd have found out how much a nerd Beauford is. One long babbling spree of the history of the Florida Coastline and the Changing Course of Mighty rivers.

[raptorcanaria]

He hadn't asked.

"I'll have to check, but I figure these silvers will be worth about two twenty five, two thirty. Seven fifty for the gold. How many are you looking to seel?"

[basic_powers]

"All of them, gold included." He doesn't look that thrilled at the price, as it's a good bit less than what he expected, but they're good round numbers.

And even with underselling he's getting cash right now.

[raptorcanaria]

He nods, and pulls out a ledger from under the counter, then takes first the silvers then the gold to a set of electronic scales to his side.

"Two twenty nine each, for the silver," he says. "Seven fifty seven gold. Which makes sixteen hundred and seventy three dollars. Cash?"

[basic_powers]

"Cash please." Beauford nods, folding his hands together on the counter and watching.

[raptorcanaria]

Pulling out a form from a ring binder, he offers it to Beauford to fill out while counting out the cash.

"You got ID?"

[basic_powers]

"Right here."

There's a little bundle of a wallet pulled from another pocket inside of the jacket. It's an out of state license, one for Seattle, Washington, but it has all of the correct info.

[raptorcanaria]

That's fine by the store owner, who only needs it for legal purposes anyway. He hands over the money, mostly in hundreds, and copies details down from the license before returning it.

"Have a nice day."

[basic_powers]

"Thanks, you too."

The money gets pocketed securely enough into one other pocket in the jacket before he jogs ober to Dinah Snr. "Find anything interesting?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Nothing I can't live without," she says with a smile. "The grocery store's just around the corner."

[basic_powers]

"Great," He's already opening the door for her again, and heading for the bike.

"Didn't sell everything, by the way."

[raptorcanaria]

"Good," Dinah says. "You don't want all your money to be from our world after all."

The journey to the grocery is as short as she said, and Dinah hands him a couple of the bags when she dismounts.

"Get everything you need. I need to run to the post office."