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Welcome to...

The Night Market

Even as the sky gets dark, there's still a lot of lights and life all over this busy street full of people. Vendors and customers from all over come to share and appreciate their creations, taking in this lively atmosphere. Eat, drink, be merry - but watch out for pickpockets and price gouging.

Rules:

1. Comment with your characters. Feel free to specify if they're a vendor/merchant, performer, or someone just here to enjoy the market.
2. Hang out, meet new people, laugh at the bootleg toys, and stuff your faces with good food and drinks.

Comments

[medicalling]

[He's moving through the Market, from one stall to the next. He'd purchased a bottle of something that moved with a smokey, silvery fluidity inside a bottle with a blue tint to it, tucking it into his satchel before he slung it back over his shoulder. It was in doing that, his eyes caught on a figure that was glancing his way while seemingly trying not to be glanced at. Well, there was no better way to draw an eye than to want it not to be drawn.

The male looked human enough, but looks could be deceiving, even in the Night Market. Hands tucked in his pockets, he sauntered over to the stand closest to the man trying so very hard to hide behind something he clearly couldn't.]

Are you attempting to be invisible, or merely playing coy?

[professorhex]

Rude to call it out, don't you think?

[But with an exasperated sigh, Randy steps into proper view, hands slipping into his pockets and a sheepish sort of look on his face.]

[medicalling]

As rude as it is to stare at someone you don't know? You don't know me, do you...?

[He was quite certain he didn't, but then again, he'd come across so many faces in his long years, human and other, and this one was clearly not entirely human, no matter what he looked like. He smelled far too much like fae magic. Perhaps one of the stolen children? Or maybe a lover.]

[professorhex]

Not personally, no. But I'm aware of your kind.

[And that doesn't come out with very much fondness for the fae, does it?]

[medicalling]

[That sharpens his attention, and Rowan's smile was a little wider as he took a more intentional step his way.]

Which kind are you talking about there, love? I fall into a few categories. Wouldn't want any misunderstandings.

[professorhex]

Do you really want me saying it aloud in mixed company?

[He makes a pinching gesture near one of his ears, though, to indicate his actual meaning.]

[medicalling]

[He grinned, hands still in his pockets as he came closer.]

Oh, I'm not one of those, though there are plenty around. Now, are you talking about pixies, or maybe those space folk? Vulcans?

[Now he was just taking the piss, but he had to wonder about what kind of fae this one had been around if he thought they all had pointed ears. Surely not his kind, though there were a few mixed sidhe here and there.]

[professorhex]

You're fae. You're of the fair folk. Are you satisfied I know about you now?

[Randy huffs, taking a small step back as Rowan advances.]

Goblins to godlings, you're all trouble.

[medicalling]

Satisfied? Not entirely. Curious? Oh, definitely.

[He stilled when he saw the man take a step back.]

And what about doctors? What are we, then?

[professorhex]

You're a doctor? How'd you get away with that?

[He visibly doesn't know what to make of that one. Oh, the paranoid part of him is saying how amusing fae would likely find surgery, taking people apart to see what's inside, but that part of him is biased and he doesn't always listen to it.]

[medicalling]

It suits me. Would you care to have a conversation about it over a drink and not huddled away like you think I'm about to slay you? Not exactly my style, dove.

[Was he sidhe? Yes. Could he fight? Definitely yes. Did he generally like to? Not in the slightest. A childhood friend who knew about what he could do and had sworn a blood oath never to tell had always told him it was the healer in his blood. That kind of magic preferred to remove pain, not cause it. It sat with what he knew of the outed healers back home. Then again, hard to slaughter the masses when you were kept in a gilded cage.]

[professorhex]

Fine. I saw a stall with beers and ciders over that way.

[He gestures, losing some of the protective posturing.]

What should I call you?

[medicalling]

Rowan. Or Doctor O'Cleary. Or Doc, if you're less formal. Do I get to know your name as well, or do you just enjoy being called pet names?

[The tension that had been in the other men lessened, but not entirely. Clearly he was familiar with fae, and it wasn't a good familiarity. And there was nothing Rowan could do about that. His kind were what they were- sometimes predators.]

[professorhex]

Randy.

[There is something uncertain that crosses his face when Rowan raises the possibility of pet names. No one would actually try that for him, right?

He starts walking toward the cider stand. Yeah, a drink will help.]

[medicalling]

[His lips quirk at the name, wondering if it's a true name or not. Likely not. Anyone associated with the fae knew better than that, as well as not to thank one of his kind. Rowan was more adapted to humanity, and didn't take the 'thank yous' to heart as one of his kind normally would.]

Randy. Is that a fitting name, or more ironic.

[Randy was a verb, after all.]

[professorhex]

Fucking hell. Are you hoping to find out? No, don't answer that.

[He grimaces slightly.]

Do you flirt with everything on two legs?

[medicalling]

[That got a laugh out of him, and he fell in step to join Randy on the way to get drinks.]

Nothing wrong with flirting. It's surprisingly effective at putting people at ease.

[professorhex]

Man, I don't remember the last time I was actually at ease.

[Once they're at the stall, he picks out a pear cider for himself, then looks at Rowan.] I'm buying. What'll you have?

[medicalling]

Mead.

[He'd picked up the waft of it and a craving for it drew him to ask for that. It had been a good long while since he'd had proper mead from anywhere near his home.]

Must be tiring... to be constantly on edge.

[professorhex]

Yeah, well, what's the alternative? Relaxing and being myself and letting them realize I'm not human?

[medicalling]

Which 'them' are you referring to, dove?

[A casual question, but it would let him know which side he was expecting an attack from.]

[professorhex]

You're going for the pet names, anyway, huh?

[Randolph huffs, quietly.] Do you know how many self-proclaimed monster hunters live in this city? How they feel about those who aren't human?

[Part of his problem is that he's found himself working for that group of people, so he's very, very aware of them.]

[medicalling]

[An affable shrug. He was what he was, Randy. And he was a creature that liked to keep his accent and pepper a conversation with ridiculous names.]

You do realize that you're less likely to come across them if you cease to draw attention to yourself?

[professorhex]

I mean. Yes.

[Really, he's caught in a bit of a catch-22 at this point.]

[medicalling]

Well then, as long as you're aware.

[Their drinks came and Rowan gestured them over to a table with a few chairs scattered around it.]

A good way to avoid them is not to come to a Night Market, for starters.