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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]

[That got a chuckle from Rowan, and he slid his fingers just a little further up Randolph's sleeve.]

I dare say many are as bold as a randy faun.

[professorhex]

It feels like you're trying to climb into my shirt. Here, let's find someplace comfortable to do this properly. Do you prefer big spoon or little spoon?

[He kind of hopes Rowan might just hold him like a teddy bear.]

[medicalling]

Are you saying you want to go somewhere private with me? Not afraid I'll bite?

[He made a noise that wasn't too far off from a purr as he looked up at Randolph.]

[professorhex]

You're an awful tease.

[And now he might be hoping for a little biting. Which is not something he'd realized about himself before. Tonight has been all kinds of educational.]

[medicalling]

It's not teasing if I follow through.

[He moves to stand, carrying Rudolph up with him before he lets the other man lower his feet to the ground, staying inside his space.]

I think you should invite me to your place.

[professorhex]

Now that sounds very dangerous. I hardly know you.

[And yet...and yet. His hand reaches out to touch--to take--Rowan's, gently.]

Come home with me, Doc?

[medicalling]

[He lets his fingers lace with Randolph's, squeezing carefully. He's not sure just how fragile he is, but he can tell by touch alone that he needed something that at the moment only Rowan seemed to be able to give him. The touch of a sidhe. It wasn't likely that a fetch could get sidhe-struck, but he was fairy made and likely missed the source of his existence. It wouldn't hurt Rowan any to offer what he was missing himself.]

I think I will, dove.

[professorhex]

Alright. Uh, I walked--it's about half a mile to my place. You good with that?

[Parking at the night market is always a tricky proposition; it's easier to just hoof it if you can, unless there's a convenient night bus.]

[medicalling]

Walking is fine, unless you've some kind of distaste towards Ubers? Lovely convenience of this decade.

[professorhex]

Sure, we can Uber. Probably take just about the same amount of time.

[Randolph pulls out his phone, getting the rideshare going.]

Do you do this sort of thing often? Go home with strange men and menlike things?

[medicalling]

[He moves to step up to Randolph as he uses his phone, his hands moving to the man's waist and smoothing around it to his back.]

Men. Women. Fae. I'm not mated and when I find my other half, all activities will be limited to them, so why not enjoy what I can while I can?

[professorhex]

[Randolph leans into Rowan's arms, sighing contentedly.]

Makes sense to me. Other half, huh? Like soulmates?

[medicalling]

A blessed mate from the Fates. It's what most of we sidhe look for, but as long lived as we are, sometimes the waiting gets... lonely. I've never seen any pair that comes together upset that intimacy was had before their union. It's one of the least human things about us.

[Randolph leans in and Rowan slides his hands up along his back, turning it into an embrace. A slow hold, hands smoothing in circles up along his back.]

[professorhex]

I think in an ideal world, humans wouldn't get weird about who their lovers have been with before them, either. But maybe I'm biased.

[Randolph nuzzles gently under Rowan's chin, his facial hair tickling against his neck.]

[medicalling]

Humans are entirely too fickle about a lot of things regarding sex and intimacy. Particularly things that aren't any of their bloody business.

[He wasn't particularly anti-church or worship for humans, but he knew where a lot of the hate seemed to fester from, and he avoided it as best he could.]

Even non-intimate things seem to bother them. Very puritanical of them.