Getting out of the cold

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Character(s): Cid Highwind and Rose Tyler
Content: In the midst of the snow and cold, Cid has a visitor
Setting: Cid's shop
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Cid

Cid was sick of the snow. Okay, so most of the time his trips outside of his store weren't much more than the general sort of everyday errands that needed to happen in order to keep things running it was still damned irritating. He'd gotten used to the place not having weather inside the domes, much though he would have been loathe to admit it, and to have it start having weather now wasn't exactly comforting. Still, he'd done what he could. It wasn't like he was expecting anyone to brave the snow, but making sure it didn't entirely overtake the storefront gave him something to do at the very least.

At the moment, however, he was tending to the various mechanical workings that his hobbies were comprised of, while the ever-present teapot was working on getting the latest batch of water suitably heated.

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Rose had heard about the snow in the city, and decided to experience it for herself. Sure, it'd be a little chilly and there'd be the occasional bit of discrimination to deal with, but it was probably better than staying in the TARDIS and getting underfoot with whatever jiggery-pokery the Doctor was trying to accomplish.

Of course, now that she was in the middle of it, she was coming to regret that decision. The snowfall had been so bad that the city was coming to a standstill, and now some semi-competent burly sorts had set up shop next to the gates.

She was weighing the pros and cons of whacking a guard upside the head and making a run for it when a particularly fierce flurry sent her scurrying into the nearest shop.

Rose had the good grace to look sheepish as clumps of snow fell from her coat. "Erm... sorry 'bout your floor."

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Even with the city in the midst of a snowstorm worse than the ones he'd seen that one time they'd followed Cloud out to Icicle, Cid couldn't help but look up at the sound of the door opening. In light of the fact that no one had really been coming in to shop, he'd moved his latest project (something that looked very much like it could be the engine of a motorcycle) out from the little workroom in the back and onto the 'main floor' of the store, such as it was.

"Don't worry about it," he answered, managing to sound only mildly grumpy. "It ain't like it won't melt. Hell, I'm pretty damn sure I've tracked worse in here myself and it's a damned sight warmer in here than out there."

A lot less snowy too, but that was plenty obvious. It was what you got inside for in a snowstorm.

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Since he didn't seem too put out (it took more than a prickly exterior to put Rose Tyler off), she gave herself a good shake. She figured one easily-cleanable puddle was better than dripping all over the place, even if it was a safety hazard.

Well, she wouldn't argue with that; it was freezing out there. She rubbed her hands together to warm them. "Just a bit, yeah."

She started poking around the shop, though, honestly, she probably didn't have anything on her to barter with even if she did find something to buy. "You get a lot of customers in?" The merchandise didn't seem to be the sort of things the locals would buy, but she had been wrong before.

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To be perfectly honest, no, he didn't. But really, that didn't bother him much. Despite having more or less lived in the shop since he'd first arrived and found himself suddenly in the possession of a shop (a fact that he still didn't like to think about much, on account of it being far too damned confusing), he still didn't consider himself anything like a good shop owner. Sure, he could sell you something. But that didn't mean he thought of that as something he was predominantly good at.

Fixing things though, that he could do, on the occasions that someone came by with something that needed it.

"Enough to get by. But hell, it ain't like I mind not havin' customers all the time. Makes the place a damn sight quieter."

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"And how does that work? They pay you in shiny things?" Rose had come across some strange economic systems in her travels, but had never stayed there long enough to question how they worked. Certainly not for the months that she'd been trapped in Paixao.

She picked up something--honestly, she couldn't hazard a guess as to its purpose, but it looked fairly harmless. It would make a good apology/distraction for the Doctor in case she couldn't sneak back out to the TARDIS soon. Honestly, sometimes she thought that he was 900 going on 9, and she wasn't above taking advantage of that aspect of him.

"Like-" She held the mechanism aloft for his inspection. "'I'll give you four crystal leaf thingies for this.' Or something like that."

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As far as Cid was concerned, the economic situation of Paixao largely worked on spit and a prayer. But hell, if it worked for the people who actually lived her as opposed to those who were just taking really extended vacations. And okay, there were times when he wished he could just offer prices in honest gil, but that would mean having to figure out the damned exchange rates and he wasn't all that interesting in spending time with money.

"Shiny things or whatever they've got," Cid answered with a vague sort of shrug, as he looked over at what Rose had picked up. It wasn't anything terribly interesting for his own purposes, but he had to admit that the pricing was pretty much just on the fly. "And yeah, something like that."