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Caught in the rain

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck.
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention.
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it.

iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singing. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO, RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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Gotham City wasn't as nice as New Orleans, but Arkady Raventon had to admit that it had a certain charm to it. Perhaps it was the Gothic architecture, or the city's rather colorful history. There wasn't anything for Arkady back in New Orleans, thus he'd made the move to Gotham.

Using some of his trust fund, he'd bought a small building and converted it into a shop, and the floor above into an apartment. The shop smelled of incense, and the walls were lined with jars of liquids, powders and preserved ingredients. Some of the jars claimed to have things like mermaid scales or lizard tails. Along another wall were books and pamphlets, and the front desk had little clay skulls for sale.

Arkady could also get a hold of ingredients that weren't exactly legal. One only had to ask to see what was in the back room.

Arkady was currently ducked behind the front desk, out of sight, looking for the decorative crystal ball he sometimes liked to bring out for a bit of flair. When he heard the door open, he said, "I'll be with you in a second."

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In any other city, Crane would stand out - six foot three and gangly as his criminal namesake, he'd strike something of a memorable figure even without the burlap and straw. But Gotham was a cold, furtive city; most citizens didn't pay each other any attention, and the ones that did knew better than to let their gazes linger. Not these days.

The natural inclination to avoid trouble in their midst allowed Crane to walk with relative safety on the streets. Coupled with the unseasonable rain, there wasn't a single person who'd be able to positively identify him, let alone report that he'd slipped into this new shop of... curiosities.

A cursory glance at the walls made the good doctor raise a brow. Surely this wasn't the place--? But then, his contact had been very thorough in describing it. Jars of various animal parts, kitschy hoodoo nonsense, and enough incense in the air to choke even the heaviest smokers... well. It was a little... much for Crane, and that was coming from a man who dressed in a burlap scarecrow costume and terrorized the city's citizens on the regular.

Still. If this proprietor could obtain the components he was after (and do so discreetly), it would be worth the trip and then some.

"In your own time." Never let it be said that Jonathan Crane didn't have manners.

Once he found what he was looking for Arkady slowly emerged from behind the desk, placing the decoration on the counter. He was a thin, skeletal figure, with dark, sunken eyes, long fingers, and stringy black hair. His eyes seemed to be both those of a wise older man, and a young, fresh faced man. His appearance wouldn't seem to be an indication of age, but rather that something happened to him.

Resting his elbows on the counter, Arkady eyed the customer. "Welcome," He had an upper-class Louisiana accent. "May I interest you in some frog tongues? Perhaps a sleeping powder?"

This man didn't look like the type to be interested in such things, but one never knew.

Ah, now there's an accent uncommon to Gotham -- but not entirely unfamiliar to Crane. Cousin to his own, in some ways. He'd pay it little mind normally, but sometimes a little familiarity could go a long way for people. Make them a bit more amenable, if not outright agreeable.

"That won't be necessary." It was easy to let the words slip out in a comfortable drawl, albeit a bit muted from his years in the north. Jon slipped his hands in his pockets and surveyed the owner. "I've something of an interest in horticulture. A friend directed me this way for a few of my more... exotic requests."

There was nothing inherently suspicious in his words. Nothing that could be cause for alarm. He was just a prospective customer, scoping out a new business.

For now.

Arkady was obviously an outsider to Gotham, as signaled by the accent and his initial surprise at the general goings-on in the city. New Orleans certainly had its share of costumes, especially around Mardi Gras, but nothing like what one saw in Gotham City.

At that request, Arkady got a drop of suspicion. It was best to play it cool for now, and see where it went. "Well, we certainly have plenty of herbs and plants available," Arkady walked out from behind his desk to peruse the wares. His walk is also that of a young man's. "I have the leaves and roots of plants you won't find here in Gotham City, or anywhere on the West Coast for that matter."

He pulled out a jar and turned it to face the customer. "Mandrake root, perhaps?"

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