Jock Hocks a Flock of Boxed Stock

[flamejock]

Who: Jock, Jock's Socks, Jock's Jorts, Jock's Clocks, Jock's Crocks, Jock's Frocks, and Jock's Locks. And you.
What: Jock has found many things through the use of his very good nose. He shares them with you.
Where: Just outside the main entrance to Le Maison de Smash.
When: Noon to Four pm, Monday through Friday afternoon of this week (yes, this one; March 21-25)
Warnings: Jorts. Too many rhymes.

Jock had spent a large portion of the last month in being very helpful. Extremely helpful. He had gone to great lengths to uncover vast treasures of supplies for everyone. Aside from the occasional hunting foray -- really, he had the benefit of pre-cooking dinner, such a good helper was he -- he also used his exceptional smelling agent to track down boxes of supplies hidden about the mansion. And, having found them, and stockpiled them for several weeks, has decided that it is time to give them away to any who may need them.

Jock has, for any interested parties, boxes of: Socks (in men's and women's fashions), Jorts (all sizes, all cuts), Clocks (mostly character themed), Crocks (stoneware, not the shoes or swimmable lizards), Frocks (assorted, suitable for women of any age), and Locks (pad- and combination- both).

He has a sign up that reads: "FREE STUFF JUST TALK WITH ME TO GET SOME FREE STUFF -- IF YOU HAVE BALLS TO TRADE IN YOU CAN GET EXTRA FREE STUFF."

He's wearing a pair of the jorts, so you know that he believes deeply in his free stuff.

Comments

[will_be_god]

Cyrus looked over the box of clocks. "...These are set to all different times," he observed, "and none of them correct." After tossing through them, he picked them up one by one and wound them to show the closest estimable time. "We must show greater respect for our surroundings."

[flamejock]

"Maybe they're from places where the time is different from here," said Jock as the guy changed the time on his fourth or fifth timepiece. "Like other worlds like where we came from or maybe there are timezones here that nobody taught us about yet."

This might sound like something Hagakure would say, except that these are totally valid points.

[will_be_god]

"That would require this place to somehow..." He fumbled for a word, a strange thing from the usually loquacious orator. "...know our home regions and somehow select random watches for disappearance."

[flamejock]

"Well, why can't it know that stuff? I mean, who knows what this place does or knows or is really like. I found boxes of old clocks and crocks and socks scattered all over the place. Who knows what that means about this place."

It means someone loves pointless rhyming is what it means.

[will_be_god]

"I believe it partially embodies chaos. There are several parts of it that reminds me of a more stable version of that shadowy world..."

As he thought back to his months in the Distortion World, Cyrus couldn't suppress a shiver.

[flamejock]

"Um, okay," said the pokemon man who really didn't know anything about that. "Anyway, you want some clocks? You can have three of them."

[will_be_god]

"Oh uh..." Ugh, had he just stammered like that? "All right. Three will suffice."

[flamejock]

"Okay pick the three you want. Some of them have pokemon on them, but there are lots of regular clocks, too. You can get whatever ones you like."

Free clocks. Maybe the magikarp clock speaks to you, Cyrus.

[will_be_god]

Actually it did. He picked it up, along with a typical round one and a somewhat old fashioned one. "...thank you."

[flamejock]

"You're welcome. Come back if you want any jorts or crocks or frocks."

[will_be_god]

To be honest, Cyrus didn't actually know what any of those things were.