The auction house where Prue Halliwell used to work, giving her expertise on relics on a daily basis. Take a look at our impressive collections, or come to us if you have something to sell.

PHONE CALL!


Edit: Ring Ring.

So you guys aren't going to answer? FINE!

::After many minutes of endless traffic, Luke arrives at the auction house. He parks his vehicle at the curb and walks inside. He takes a drag from his cigarette, not really caring if they allowed smoking in the building.::

(I wonder who I need to speak to about the swords and axes.)

(Damn. This is really annoying.)

::Luke turns his head to an opened door. Being very curious, he steps into the room, scanning it briefly. A weapon cabinet on an adjacent wall grabs his attention, drawing his body towards them.::

(This is what I was looking for anyway. A sword. An axe. Perfect. Now the challenge is breaking the glass.)

::He scans the room for loose objects. Dissatisfied, he pulls out his shirt and wraps it around his right hand, covering all of the skin. He plummets the hand through the glass, breaking it into hundreds of shards. After shaking some of the glass pieces from the bundled up shirt, Luke puts it back on and grabs the sword and axe.::

(The alarm will probably go off in any minute. Have to go now.)

::With the sword in one hand and the axe in the other, Luke runs out of the auction house and puts the weapons in the back of his SUV. Seeing that the items were secure, Luke drives to the Magic Shop::

::Parker shimmers in outside and looks around.::

"What have we here?"

::Reading the sign, Parker smirks and walks in.::

(Auction houses have to have something interesting, and I'm sure magical items have to come in once in a while....I need something to do anyways.)

::Walking around inside he scans the place. Parker walks up to the front desk and smil es ever so sweetly at the Receptionist.::

"I'm here about a job."

(Perfect...)

::Chewing gum with her mouth open the young lady looks up over the rims of her glasses. She addresses Parker and speaks in a New York drawl.::

"Hey toots. Sorry, I don't think we need new staff."

::She continues to ruminate her gum as she spins in her chair and picks up the phone, dialing a number.::

"Hey, Amber, you'll never guys what happened last night..."

::He reaches over the desk and swivels the chair back towards him. Face to face, Parker speaks.::

"You're telling me that you don't need anyone for anything?"

::He spins her around hard and walks out the door.::

"Whee! Come back, do it again!"

::After un-wrapping the chord from around her neck she places the phone back to her ear.::

"Yeah, it was huge!"

::Luke drives up from the front of the building, remembering when he stole the sword and axe from this place. He hobbles into the place and sneaks through to where the weapons were held. Seeing that the weapon cabinet was still broken, Luke takes the crossbow in his free hand. He walks over to his car after a few minutes, heading off to the front entrance of P3.

And to think that his leg is embedded with shards of crystals. Oh, that Luke.::

::Luke returns to the auction house, looking at the receptionist.::

"Excuse me. I'd like to speak with an appraiser as I'm very interested in your lamp collection."

:: The receptionist looks up at Luke with slight annoyance as she was busy chatting with some "stud" in an internet chatroom. She pops her gum and looks him over, batting heavily over done eyelids at him. ::

"Really? You don't look like you could afford 'em."

"I could probably afford to buy this entire building and its inventory but I'm looking for an antique, but not tacky lamp. A crystal one would be perfect."

::He sighs, staring at the receptionist.::

"So...you have someone that I can talk to regarding this situation?"

:: The receptionist blinks and pops her gum, her little eyes growing in size atthe thought of all that money. ::

"Really. I'm sure I could do something for you..."

:: She leaves the thought hanging. ::

"Go on up. Mr Buckland is probably lazing around in his office."

::Luke walks over to the elevator, taking it up to Rex Buckland's office (after, of course, looking at the wall directory to indicate that the office was on the twelfth floor). He enters the office and waits for him.::

::Dom strolls into Bucklands and eyes over all the antiques and relics.::

(Looks pretty pricey, but I think I can afford it.)

::He walks to the front desk, and eyes the receptionist.::

"Hello, I'm looking to furnish a penthouse I own, and I hear you may be able to help me."

"Uh, of course Sir, but you do realise that Bucklands is an auction house not a furniture store? We deal with antiques not everyday Ikea furniture, and prices will vary hugely from what you might find elsewhere."

"Well do you guys have antique lamps?"

::Dom looks at her with a smile.::

"Oh yes, and I'm also looking for some antique hand combat weapons to add to my collection."

(I hope that wasn't to obvious to say. I need to remember to keep my gift a secret.)

"Hello, Sir, may I help you?"

::Hannah smiles primly from where she had entered behind Dominick.::

"I overheard you say lamps and weapons, if I'm correct? Quite a strange combination, I might say, but we certainly can help you."

::Dominick turns to an attractive women who has just entered.::

"Yes it is a very strange combination. You see I am decorating, and I heard you carried a wide variety of antiques. I also own a decent collection of antique weaponry, and I assumed you might carry that as well."

(Damn! I sound like a rich snobby, bastard. Wait...I am rich and a bastard, but not a snob...I think...)

"Uh huh, well okay Sir I believe you've come to the right place for your interests. We happen to have an oddly-combined Lamp and Weapon Auction on right now! If you'd follow me..."

::She leads Dominick to a huge ballroom which has many items - namely lamps and weapons - on auction. It is a signing auction, as in you bid on items you want by signing your name and your higest bid on a piece of paper beside the item, and if your bid is the highest by the end of the auction, you've won it.::

"The auction ends shortly, so I'll leave you to it for now. Good luck."

::Luke orbs in at a frequently neglected portion of the parking garage near the building and enters. He heads up to the receptionist's desk.::

"Is Mr. Buckland in?"

[A voice whispers in Luke's ear "kinda closed, mate."]

(Why did I come this late again?)

::He sighs, putting the ring back in his pocket.::

(Wonder if Azura got home all right. What with those vampires attacking her and all.)

::Luke walks out of sight and orbs to Room Number 13.::

::Prue pulls up outside with Azura and cuts the engine. She takes a deep breath and smiles at the psychic.::

"Okay, so. I work there, you're my client, I'm trying to sell you this item, then I'll think of some reason to take it out of the building if I get questioned. This way, only I have to take the potion, and you can concentrate on reading minds and the like."

::Prue gets out and walks up to the door, reading the sign.::

(So he still works here.)

::She turns around and signals Azura should come, and give her the potion.::

(At least it's after hours. Shouldn't be many people.)

:: After much hesitation Azura climbs out of the car. She is trying to work out how she managed to volunteer for this without meaning to. But it is a chance to work on her powers. She glances up at the big, tall building then looks at Prue, handing the potion to her.::

"Remember. Five posts and then it wears off."

::Prue pops the lid off and smirks.::

"I could do it in three."

::She drinks down the liquid, pleased it doesn't have a taste, concentrating on glamouring into something suitable.::

[Enjoy being Rex Buckland for five posts, Prue.]

::Pleased, Prue looks down at her neat suit.::

"Back to being my own boss already."

::She remarks, then walks up to the glass door, peering inside. Glancing at the entrance lock, her hand hovers over it, then she punches in four numbers and two letters. The door opens.::

"Wow. That's terrible that it hasn't changed."

::Steps aside to let Azura go in first.::

:: Oh the look Azura is giving Prue. It's great. She really is being quite obvious as well. Noticing that Prue is holding the door open for her, she quickly walks in and waits in the foyer.::

::Prue briskly walks in and calmly waves at the desk clerk, hoping she won't have to remember his name.::

(Alrighty, so if I remember correctly, we keep the ancient...)

"This way, ma'am, if you will."

::Heads through a door with Azura in the hopeful right direction. They come into a corridor and Prue walks along it, starting to get a little anxious.::

:: Azura follows at a brisk pace, she is glancing around, wondering where on earth they are going. As well as this she is keeping a psyhic eye on what is going on around them, incase them come across anything which will blow their cover. Oh and the fact that she is inside. No open windows or doors.::

:: Azura concentrates on keeping a psychic field around Prue as she moves to the door. She opens it, but stops to speak to Hannah.::

"Thank you, that would be great. You have been most helpful."

:: Smiles.::

::Prue hurries past Hannah and Azura and goes outside, breathing a sigh of relief as she does.::

(Thank god for that.)

::She goes to stand by her car.::

::Hannah smiles a sucrose grin at Azura.::

"Thank you for choosing Bucklands. Good night."

"Good night."

:: Azura smiles at Hannah again and then walks outside, allowing the door to close behind her. She goes over to the car, not letting the psychic field drop until she is sure they are alone again.::

::Hannah walks over to the desk clerk.::

"Let me see the CCTV tapes for the last fifteen minutes."

"Open your door. I'm gonna have to crawl into the driver's seat from there."

"Okay."

:: Azura does just that, still keeping the psychic field up despite beginning to get a headache.::

"Uh, sure."

::The clerk presses some buttons and rewinds the CCTV on the screens in front of him. On seeing movement, he plays them, to show Prue and Azura coming in and wandering off.::

"That's funny. I could've sworn that tall one was with Mr. Buckland."