Yard Saleing

The Emperor woke the Primarchs early one morning. This was unusual as it was a day off from Nova, so they normally would have been allowed to sleep in. He seemed excited, however which made the Primarchs curious.
It was hard to tell seasons apart on Terra due to the pollution levels. However, there was a cyclical feel to the way the year worked that had taken the place of temperature driven seasons.
"What are we doing today, Father?" Horus asked as the Primarchs gathered in the living room.
"Yard saleing," the Emperor replied. Vulkan groaned.
"I don't want to go on a ship again, Father," Vulkan said.
"Not sailing," the Emperor said. "Yard saleing. A yard sale is where people sell off their unwanted items on their lawn."
"That sounds more interesting," Corvus said.
"And like it doesn't involve water," Vulkan said.
Malcador entered with a slightly confused looking Valdor in tow. He looked nearly as excited as the Emperor was.
"Are we ready to go?" Malcador asked.
"Yes," the Emperor said. With that they all got into the Thunderhawk. A small cargo hauler trailed behind them, in case they found things too large for the cargo hold of the Thunderhawk. It turned out that Malcador's name for yard saleing was treasure hunting.
"You never know what you are going to find at one of these," Malcador said. "I find priceless relics all the time."
"That sounds cool," Perturabo said.
"Yeah," Magnus said.
"We should look for something that can stump Malcador," Lorgar suggested.
"That's a great challenge," Alpharius said.
They arrived at the first yard sale, and began to work through the various tables and boxes that held the objects. The Primarchs didn't find anything interesting to them. Malcador however, found a painting that he nearly bought.
"That's a fake," the Emperor said when he spotted Malcador with it.
"Unfortunate," Malcador said, and put it back.
They arrived at the next yard sale, and the Primarchs found something that stumped Malcador. It was a small box like object that had a few ports in it.
"Magnus," Leman called, he had been the one to find it. "What is this?"
"I don't know," Magnus said. "Let's ask Uncle Malcador."
"Malcador!" Leman called. "What is this?" He held up the blocky device.
"I have no idea what that is," Malcador said. "Take it to your father."
"Allfather," Leman said, Magnus close on his heels. "What is this?"
The Emperor looked at what Leman was holding, and his face lit up with excitement.
"It's a Sony walkman," the Emperor said. "One of the earliest forms of personal technology that became popular." He looked around and found the woman running the yard sale.
"How much for this?" the Emperor asked as he approached her. She seemed a little startled by the Emperor gracing her yard sale.
"F-five Thrones, lord," the woman said. "But you can have it if you want." The Emperor shook his head gently, and provided the money to her. "Thank you, lord."
The Emperor turned away, calling down the cargo lifter that was following the Thunderhawk. It had a set up for stasis pods. He provided more information about the device as he set it one.
"It was a personal music device," the Emperor said. "It played cassettes that held music on magnetic tape."
"Interesting," Magnus said. Fulgrim nodded. He was the one who liked music the most out of all the Primarchs.
The next yard sale came with its own fun. Fulgrim was digging through a box labeled "miscellaneous" and found something that looked rather like human testicles. He made a sound of surprised disgust and threw them away from him. They landed near Ferrus who was looking at some mechanical objects.
"What's this?" Ferrus asked himself as he reached down for them. Fulgrim saw this and gasped.
"DON'T TOUCH THEM FERRUS! THEY'RE TESTICLES!" Fulgrim shouted. Silence descended on the yard sale. Valdor tensed, unsure of what they were dealing with. The Emperor looked over and saw what they were, he put his head in his hands a moment. Malcador actually had a normal color to his features, but that was because he was blushing.
"Those aren't real testicles," the Emperor said after dropping his hand away from his face. "They're called truck nuts. They were popular in late M2 and early M3."
"What were they for?" Horus asked.
"Vanity," the Emperor said. "They were often considered to be obscene."
"Can I have them?" Konrad asked.
"No," the Emperor said.
"Alright," Konrad pouted.
"I'll get rid of them, lord," the woman running this yard sale said, still quite a bright red. The Primarchs had noted already that yard sales all seemed to be run by the women of the household. Occasionally there would be assistance from the children, or the men of the house. The later was rarer than the former.
"That would be for the best," the Emperor agreed. He had never seen the appeal of truck nuts himself.
They continued on to a few more yard sales before calling it a day.  Nearly everyone had found something. Malcador had found a few things that he was sure were new to his vast collections. Even Valdor had found a fairly recent copy of an ancient book on early warrior philosophy.
"This was interesting," Perturabo said. He had really enjoyed digging around all the various items that people were selling.
"Agreed," Magnus said.