(Shard)Art, Food and Music

[Thirteen]

The Italian accent she recognized, though she couldn't claim to identify it more precisely than that. A wry smile blossomed on her lips, "Aye, it's always good to meet someone from closer to home. Relatively speakin'. I'm enjoyin' the evening, so far. Peaceful and quiet."

Nearby, some passing mortals complained about a raven or something swooping down and stealing some of their popcorn.

"Yes, peaceful and quiet." She took a drink from her solo cup, "Nice to meet you, Sofia. Suggestions are always welcome, I think. I don't consider myself a fashion expert." The redhead looked at the scarves on display, in a variety of colors and fabrics and designs. "Usually I just try to match them to my outfits. Tonight, I just went with a bright splash of yellow since the rest of my clothes are so dark." She gestured at herself, her outfit mostly black and grey. "Makes a nice balance."

"You think I'd look good in blue?" Her attention focused on a few scarves in that shade.

[Jasper]

The giant Beast catches that tip of the Ogre's hat and he glances over, spotting someone who also looks familiar to him but he's not sure. Besides he's got the big guy to deal with.

The Beast catches that shift of town in Kray's voice and he shifts slightly on his feet. He rolls his shoulders as if trying to work some tension out of them and the motion travels down his arms, giving them a soft shake at the end of it. "Sorry, John. I've been a bit on edge lately, I guess. I haven't been sleeping all too well.. Sorry," he comments. He nods to hear that the Ogre's doing well, "Good to hear. Good to hear. I hope all the rest are doing good?"

When he's asked what happened to him, where he's been, he grunts slightly, "Been better," he'll start with a dry laugh. He opens his mouth and then glances around at the crowd and then seems to think better of it. "It's a long story that I don't really wanna go into out here... Suffice to say, Fate or God or whatever decided I needed to get screwed over even more than I already was and I got stuck in another state for a lot longer than I wanted to be." He sighs softly, partially to himself. He lowers his voice a bit so only Kray can hear him, "Got in touch with Sonnie already. Need to head up sometime to touch base with everyone and everything, but I'm here now."

[Kray]

Well the it seems his fellow giant had taken the hint quick enough and without needing it repeated. That could have been worse, and the ogre relaxes a little his scowl softening to something more neutral and he stops pulping the burger box. "Oh. Sleep troubles is it? Never a good time." And it could mean a lot more for then just a bad night for the lost. "Uh. You got a place to stay at the moment?" If not the Ogre did have a solution, for a price of course. "Uh. I don't know what your caught up and all. Plenty has happened some good some and some just well. Time passes and things change." Of course things had happened since last time he saw the spring courtier. And it was rather difficult to say it all.

Taking one his stacked burgers with his free hand the ogre takes a sizeable bite, this one has pickles and relish mixed in. Listening there is one thing he is quite sure of, you can never be entirely sure you are not being overheard in a crowd even when you whisper. Some people had hearing keener then you'd expect, or a gust of breeze could carry the words further then you want. But nothing said was so all that bad. "Huh. Sounds like rough times. Still as you say back now." And maybe to the shock of anyone that knows him he does offer the tray of burgers to Jasper. The beats had got him ice cream after all, that time he ate food that was way to spicy.

[Alessandra]

“I’ve come across a few over the years from closer to home, seems Sacramento is popular place.” Though most are passing through, and she has to wonder how Twist was doing. “I do enjoy the peaceful and quiet evenings, take them when I can get them. Find any other stalls worth checking out? I’ve only looked at some of the local artists myself.” Some were good.

Chuckling, “I’m certainly not a fashion expert by any stretch of the imagination. So take anything I say with a grain of salt. Or however that saying goes. I just usually go with whatever I think looks good. Which tends to be black.” Based off what she was currently wearing. “But I have picked up that some colors just look good on some people. Take my friend Jenn, looks amazing in green, doesn’t matter the shade, it’s like it’s made for her.” Never mind it was her Clan color. “So that blue one you’re holding just looks like it would be a nice shade for you.” A shrug, “Might also be my love for art and that I have an eye for it, colors and what work. Colors, not fashion.”

[Thirteen]

"Can't phantom why, honestly. It's not exactly a tourist attraction. Probably for the best, though. Los Angeles would annoy the hell out of me." The redhead looked about the stalls arranged up and down the street, curiously, "The jewelry has some nice pieces. I think there's a leather goods stall around here, somewhere. I was thinkin' of lookin' for a new jacket."

Violet chuckled softly, "Aye, hard to go wrong with black. Goes with everything, really. And I do like green, as a matter of fact. Your friend sounds lucky." She ran her hand over the blue scarf, giving it a critical eye. "Hmm, perhaps. Tis a nice shade." Her eyes turned back to Sofia, "Do you work with art? An eye for color sounds like a useful asset."

[Jasper]

Jasper gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "Yeah... Sleep's sleep when I can get it.." He pauses at the next question and gives a small shake of his head. "Not really... I'm crashing with some friends over at Tent City at the moment. Lost my van a few months back." he admits. He nods in understanding. "We can catch up on those types of things later.... No problem."

He can't help but watch as the Ogre takes that big bite from the burger, glancing away after a moment before he nods in agreement. "Hoping to get back on my feet here. Was doing good.. was doing okay before everything went south. Hoping to get back on track with.." he says, blinking at the offer of a burger and he gives a glance to Kray's features. "Really? Thanks.." he says, reaching out to the tray to snag one of the burgers. He wastes little time in taking a bite, not as big as John's bite, but sometimes you take your blessings where you can get them. He has a hard time holding back the sound of pleasure at the taste. He's wolfed down two bites before he takes a moment to breathe.

[Kray]

It really did sound like Jasper had fallen of rough times. "Uh. I own a boarding house you know. I'm sure we could come to arrangement where you didn't need to rough it." He lacked the complete history of Edna's but by virtue of what it was the function was quite clear. "Ah. A bed, door you can lock and regular meals might help with your sleep some to." Until the offer itself was made it is hard to tell if the Ogre is being kind or opportunistic with the sales patter.

Every lost start from essentially nothing when they got back, and it fell on the freehold nearest them to help stabilise them in the world probable rather different then when they left. Sure Jasper was not freshly escaped from Arcadia, but the principle was still there. "Huh. So what you selling stuff today then? Working a shift on set up?" If the beast was as down on his luck as he said it seemed kind of odd to have found him here. The ogre finishes the first of his burgers in a few mighty bites and helps himself to a second. "Uh. I take it food like sleep has been as and when you can manage it?" Sure he liked a good burger but the beast seemed to be suffering from actual hunger, a feeling he also knew very well.

[Alessandra]

An inked arm shrugs, “I haven’t been able to figure it out personally. But it seems to attract people from far and wide.” Laughing, “I stopped by there, very busy, very loud. And while I can see the appeal of it for some, I just couldn’t settle there, a little too much going on for me.” When one was more of an introvert, a very busy city wasn’t where it was at. “Oh, a leather stall? Now there is a stall I can get behind. Always on the lookout for new pants, hard to find someone who is good at the craft. You looking for something heavy or light?” the Savage was a huge fan of leather; it was great in a fight.

A nod, “That it does, and if you spill something, very hard to see it.” Like blood, but she keeps that part of herself. Another nod, “I do, well, I invest in it, an art patron if you will. Mainly in the local artists I find at these events and at local colleges. Then I put their pieces on display and help fund their educations and when I can, I collect it.” Smiling, “It is useful, and having studied art in great detail, it’s paid off.” At least in the Invictus’ eyes.

[Thirteen]

"L.A.'s for actors and such. I'm not chasin' fame, so they can have it. Too expensive down there, anyway."

The leather stall? Right, where was that? "It's around here somewhere, I was told. Further down this way, I think." Violet gestured one way down the street and started in that direction. Leaving the scarves behind. "I might come back later for that blue one."

"Light, I'm thinkin'. I got this old girl for when I'm on my bike." She patted her black leather motorcycle jacket. "Be nice to have an alternative or two. Maybe one in a nice brown."

Eyebrows rose appreciatively. "An actual patron of the arts? Always good to see these days. Do you own, like, galleries?" It sounded like this Sofia had some bucks. "Not that I'm any kind of artist. I can't draw to save my life. Best I can manage is stick figures."

[Jasper]

The giant Beast blinks at the Ogre after a moment. He seems to be acting as if the Beast should know that Kray has a boarding house and then it takes a moment to click in. "OH! Really? I never realized that actually was one... I thought it was just a name..." His brow furrows ever so slightly. A guy who's lived a good chunk of his life on the street learns to take offers like this as what they are, either bald faced lies or transactions. He didn't suspect the Autumn King was lying to him. After all, Jasper did know of the place in question. He had been there a number of times, back when it had a different owner. So that just left a transaction... he understood those as well, but you still had to approach them with a wary eye and nose. A place to sleep and steady food is definitely something he desired, but there was always a cost. "What would it cost me?" He doesn't have a lot to his name. The Others took most of what he had and left him changed after all. He had found a small bit of a life since he had gotten free but it was always hard.

Jasper takes another bite of the burger, chewing quickly, as if afraid it might be taken away from him. "Yeah, I helped a couple folks here set up their booths. Some of them I know from the tents, some are just friends. Gave me a few bucks for it," he says, adding the last part somewhat warily. He didn't expect Kray to outright rob him, but even letting someone know you had something to give (or take) could be dangerous. He nods to the next question. "Always is." He knew hunger just as much as the Ogre did. Maybe not the same type of hunger but just as sharp.