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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.

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[Ducky's here primarily for people-watching and information gathering for her employer. Though she's working, she will definitely stop for any interesting street food.

Anyone trying to pickpocket her may be surprised by her grabbing their wrist; she grew up with her hands in strangers' pockets when she was younger.]

[The man in the bedazzled venetian skull-shaped half-mask and painted face has taken a break from his performance of, essentially, dark romantic rock music, to find himself a drink and socialize for awhile, basking in the evening's glow.

By find himself a drink, he'd have to find some people to drink from, not enough to leave a trail of bodies during a public event (and also because he didn't want to), but probably resulting in some night market inhabitants seeming suspiciously entranced and euphoric.]

[He's probably here for a job, in which case the chances are he's A: in disguise so he can actually interact with people (in which case he looks nothing like himself) or B: can only be seen by folks who have had a near-death experience or are otherwise sensitive to The Unknown (psychics and very young kids and the like)
Or we've got an alternate option of C: it's more like the Floating Market from Neverwhere, which means it's mostly supernatural types anyway and he's there for supplies and/or networking]

[Market night out in the Zones is a whole thing. Has to be after that big ball of radiation we call 'the sun' has gone down just so nobody gets radiation poisoning, and it's way out where they won't get spotted by city drones right away.
It's some combination of swap meet and trunk sale with live music and games of all sorts. People are having a good time, but they're all prepared to scatter or fight at the first sign of an Exterminator or a squad of Dracs.]

[She's definitely got a booth set up, OOAK fashion pieces (like ponchos that make you look like you're a mushroom, purses that look like a TV dinner and hats made of clear colored vinyl to look like stained glass and the like) and little knickknacks like little hermit crab figurines with human skulls for shells, or snails with all kinds of things for shells, or critters made out of gears and bent utensils and glass beads. She'll also take orders for custom pieces, as well.]

[He's probably here for a job, though he might just be people-watching. Chances are he's A: in disguise so he can actually interact with people (in which case he looks nothing like himself) or B: can only be seen by folks who have had a near-death experience or are otherwise sensitive to The Unknown (psychics and very young kids and the like)
OR option C: it's more like the Floating Market from Neverwhere, then it's already full of supernatural types anyway and he's there for supplies and/or knick-knacks]

[Depending on the size of the market, he might be busking on his own, or if they're big enough for real live music, he's got his whole band -Manifest Destiny- playing a set. Either way he's got merch!]

[This is absolutely practice at blending in and not making a lasting impression on anyone.]

[If he's not shopping, he's definitely got a card table set up where he purportedly talks to the dead.
Veracity of these statements has yet to be verified.
(He definitely does, though)]

[She's probably out there pickpocketing like it's her job (it kind of is) or reverse-pickpocketing, which is to say leaving her calling card (Antiques & Antiquities Relocated For Reasonable Fees!) in people's pockets or bags.
She might also be running a 3 Card Monte table, and she's relatively good at that as well.]

[Here to shop! She might also step aside for a smoke break, at some point. Trying to pick her pocket is a quick way to meet a fireball, so maybe don't try it.

OTA gen, F/F or castmates for shippy vibes.]

[Where does a sidhe go to get a little taste of home without having to go all the way back to Underhill? Why, the Night Market, of course. There are all sorts of things less than (or more than, depending on perspective) human roaming around to bump shoulders with. Perhaps he's glancing at something edible not found in a Starbucks or supermarket. Or maybe a scent from home he's been craving. Anything could catch his eye, and he's less likely to wear his glamour when he's among non-humans. His hair and eyes will take on a slightly metallic gleam to them; copper and bronze and gold tones carrying loudly.]

[The Night Market is a great place for a witch to find supplies for spells and brews. Eye of newt and tongue of dog isn't something you find at Walmart after all. He's walking down the street glancing at the stalls. Though his goal is more "occult" one. With the woman that offers tarot reading. A practitioner, not a real witch. But they know each other and get along.]

The Medicine Seller sells medicine. It's a matter of fact. His stall is vibrant and sumptuous; brightly coloured in shades of pastel pinks, blues, and greens and rich crimsons, purples and golds. Round, multicoloured paper lanterns illuminate the wares on display in pots of silver, jade, or elegantly decorated lacquer. There are ointments, there are salves, there are dried herbs, there are pills and powders and poultices.

In addition to the medicine on display there is a small section dedicated to incense, perfumes, and cosmetics, along with strings of omamori in little silk brocade pouches in every colour of the rainbow promising luck, wealth, success, or love.

There is also, for whatever reason, perched on a shelf behind the Medicine Seller, a live octopus in a small tank. It seems a little puzzled, but otherwise quite content to watch the goings on of the market.

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[Randolph looks up from a stall of charms to see Rowan, and his eyes widen. The immediate reaction is nope, hell no, absolutely not, as he inches his way behind the pole of one of the stalls (though even as skinny as his ass is, he's not going to manage to hide behind one of those), but underneath it is fascination.]

Locke Cole steals things. It’s also a matter of fact. But rule number one of thievery: certain people are not to be stolen from and the Medicine Seller has that vibe in excess.

Besides, Locke’s pockets are full of coin lifted from people who won’t miss it. More than enough to cover his shopping list.

His eyes sweep the contents of the stall—lingering on the octopus with a mix of overt suspicion and annoyance—before he realizes he’s completely overwhelmed. He doesn’t know shit about medicine beyond the basics.

The young man scratches his cheek and finally addresses the Medicine Seller. “Got anything for seasickness?” Then, abruptly: “Asking for a friend.”

[Randolph is here to see and be seen as much as to shop; his role in the occult community is mentor and resource, so making himself available on nights like this is just part of the work. But trinkets and anything fae in nature might catch his eye.

...as might snacks. Who doesn't love the odd street food you find at the market?]

[Jean is, let's be honest, here to steal. He targets those who look like they can spare it, and is very good at what he does. Perhaps you saw him relieve a pocket of a wallet or tease a necklace off some haughty woman here to gawk. Perhaps you're down enough on your luck that he's offering you a couple coins for a treat. Either way, he's having a grand old time tonight, thanks.]

[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?

"A few things, depending on the severity in which one experiences it," he says, magnanimously taking the 'asking for a friend' in stride.

A lot of people buy things 'for their friends' from him. It isn't for him to pry into others embarrassing problems.

Only to treat them.

"...And, of course, their preference in regards to treatment. Would you be able yo describe your friend's symptoms...?"

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.]

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.]

“Oh, you know. The usual,” he shrugs, casually examining a vial of perfume. “Nausea and vomiting. Dizziness. Headaches.”

Quickly: “So they say.”

Locke gestures skyward. “Happens on airships, too. Especially when the captain flies like a fucking lunatic.”

[The Medicine Seller has always had keen eyes. A necessity in his line of work, of course. He knows very little is what it seems, especially in these crowded streets.

But he knows the young lady trying so hard to play aloof observer in her borrowed finery and he knows that the family she serves will punish her severely when she returns without a bracelet she does not own. She had been kind to him when he'd shown up in the kitchens. It was time to repay the favour.

He slips away from his stall, secure in the knowledge that his own wares are safe from sticky fingers, and follows after the thief.]

I would request you return what you have taken. That girl has done you no ill.

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?]

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