DOCO Makers Markets

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Makers market features variety of unique local artisans, crafters and makers adding to the unique DOCO merchant mix. Vendors showcase handmade jewelry, candles, art, bath & body, fresh flowers and plants! Presented by Downtown Commons (DOCO) and River City Marketplace at Downtown Commons (DOCO), Sacramento CA


”From the “Valedictorians” keeping the environment afloat to the “Pushy Bullies” trying to take over home room, we delve right into Sacramento region Flora and fauna!” The words are playing from Jennifer’s expensive phone as she wanders the DOCO Makers Market. The online advertisement had proclaimed ‘variety of unique local artisans, crafters and makers adding to the unique DOCO merchant mix. Vendors showcase handmade jewelry, candles, art, bath & body and more. Jennifer pauses the podcast as she peers into a booth that featured some sort of vine.
“Could this be the same sort of plant the Priest is growing?” She mused to herself. Her Curse asserts itself as her voice slithers like a serpent over dead and dying leaves. “Excuse me, what sort of plant is this?” She asked the booth attendant. Hearing the answer, Jennifer pondered the response. Could it be the same? Jennifer sent a text on her phone to the Kindred in question.

Jennifer was Blushed, and wore coral lipstick and light green eyeshadow with dark green eyeliner, to bring out her brown eyes. Jennifer was dressed in a sleeveless black sheathe dress with a vibrant green scarf. One wouldn't know, yet this was pinned over a first flesh colored scarf that obscured Jennifer's neck and one shoulder. Jennifer would be preferring a cooler weather so that she could bring out her chunky scarves.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Blush post

[Thirteen]

Jennifer wasn't the only one rocking a scarf this evening.

Thirteen strolled through the market in a blue denim dress and a black crop top, but she added a red scarf featuring a crow on one end. Black sneakers and white ankle socks completed the ensemble. Even without this outfit, the young woman was hard to miss. The big afro of red curls, the sea of freckles splattered across her face and exposed skin, she certainly drew attention, regardless of if she wanted it.

Currently, she was examining some bath and body products, sniffing at the contents of one package. "Ach, er, no thank you." Scrunching her face, the redhead put it back. Was that a hint of a Scottish accent?

[Skye]

A gathering of crafters now how could she resist coming to such an event? Having been a crafter since before she could remember, and on the other side of the booth a few times when she were younger this kind of gathering was perfect for her even if the infernal weather was less kind. Where had the soothing fall and winter gone, where walking in all black was more comfortable especially with the extra need to cover all of herself up as of late. Not to keen on always having her bruises on full display, the training had been wonderful sure but the look was not one that seemed to resonate well around far too many strangers.

As such rocking a fully covering attire refitted to work well with her newly honed V-shape athletic frame, complete with light black gloves and a light makeup primarily focused around her eyes and lips.

Fidgeting with the poison vial necklace around her neck whilst looking over some of the crafted jewelry, not to interested in actually buying any but the intricacies of how they were made now that were far more intriguing whilst softly singing the 2020 Mulan reflection song in Mandarin to herself.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer slips her phone into her cross body bag. Her eyes move over the growing plants in the booth as she moved further within. A fern caught her eye and Jennifer tilted her eye to read the title on the tag. Jennifer could not remember the care instructions for that plant immediately. Jennifer spoke with the owner of the booth for a moment and arranged for the plant to be held for later in the evening. Carrying a potted plant throughout the Makers Market was not what Jennifer expected and she was used to getting things her way. After sending a digital payment, Jennifer's ears picked up a Scottish accent.

Jennifer stepped out of the plant booth and turned her head. Big, red Afros drew her attention. Jennifer moved into the bath and bodyworks booth with lady - like confidence.
"Hello." Jennifer spoke to the redhead. "That one not for you?" Jennifer reached out an open hand in a gesture to try the sampler herself.

[Thirteen]

That serpentine voice raised goosebumps along her spine. Suppressing a shudder, the redhead turned and laid her brown eyes on Jennifer. A very lovely lady. Maybe she'd misheard the voice.

"Hullo," she responded. A glance was spared towards the bath soaps she had placed back in their spot on the table. "Can't say they are. Scent's not to my tastes, I guess." The accent was definitely Scottish, and if one knew the differences, she was from the Highlands. Softer, slower, more musical to the ear than the lowland accents.

Eyes flickered towards a familiar figure. Was that Skye over by the jewelry?

[Skye]

Taking her time to just observe the pieces for a bit before deciding to move onwards, not needing long before spotting the red afro, and beginning to slowly make her way over not wanting to draw attention to knowing the woman should she be here with someone whose life she would prefer to keep separate from their own until seeing the woman with her. Freezing up for a second, completely still before exhaling in relief, the words of a death at the place where she had been, where things had gone so very, very awry, and knowing the woman had been there at least once was concerning. Having doubted it was her or that anything had happened sure but the thought had been gnawing at the back of her head for what felt like an age and a half at this point.

Making her way over with a warm look towards her fellow awakened.
”Good evening, finding anything fun?” Turning her look over towards Jennifer, unable to let the relieved look really fall away that quickly. ”A pleasure to see you out and about, please call me Ella or if adventurous Aella.” Making sure to hit the toning just right, knowing darn well most tried to say it in an Americanized way. Slowly calming herself down into the more neutral expression. ”I´ve been meaning to ask you, are you familiar with the book Haiganu River of whispers?”

[Chambers]

Craft was a mechanism of change, to shift form, shape, function from one to another. It was also an act on practiced intention, a desire to create or preserve something. The final product in and of itself possessed of that intention and meaning. Beyond that the man himself was a practiced craftsman, granted not one of any repute. Still such events had drawn him the past as they had this night. His matching two piece suit of smoke grey cashmere neat and pressed each button made of the waistcoat made of shining silver contrast with the black cotton of his shirt. The third piece of his suit, the matching smokey grey jacket with buttons of silver rest over one arm as makes his way through the grounds, a gloved hand showing from under it. The man himself however is quite simply put plain and unassuming, little stands out about him beyond the clear display of wealth in his attire.

Having stopped all be it briefly to look at some carve wooden pieces and ponder that he knows a someone who might well appreciated such things when the flash of pale hair draws his attention to the alluring person he had in mind, certainly not unexpected that she would be here. And beside her the bright red afro of another known eye catching women. The third is unknown to him in the moment. Still two out of three is plenty good enough reason to be social. "It would seem great minds share interests." A play on the usual idiom and his warm smile offered to each of the women he knew. "Stumble across anything worth a look at?" His attention then to the one unknown, his smile moves from warm to simply polite. "I don't think we've had the pleasure?" His memory was far from perfect and a great deal occupied his focus to the point he can only accept if there paths had crossed before, an apology would be needed.

[Thirteen]

The Highland Lass turned and looked in surprise as both Skye and Chambers showed up here at the Markets.

"Aye, right. Hullo, Ella." She gave the blonde a quizzical look as the topic was suddenly shifted into literature. "No, never heard of it. Why?"

The contemplative Englishman she gave a nod to, "Hey. Not so far. I'm just browsin'."

The redhead wasn't smiling, as her face was more occupied with an expression of mild surprise at seeming both these people here. Then again, she wasn't a big smiler to begin with. She also made no introductions, as she still had no idea who Jennifer was.

[Skye]

Turning her gaze over towards the well dressed man, still not really all to knowledgeable about fashion outside of the three areas she moved within and none of them included such fine clothing to know more than that he wore a suit not off the cheap graduation rack.
”Hello Mason, why am I not surprised to be seeing you here?” He had a tendency to show up at markets she had been over in the past couple of years after all. ”Cannot say that I have, some fun jewelry but nothing for me, I am quite happy with my current one though.” Flipping her poison vial necklace up for a moment before letting it fall back down for her to keep fidget with, it had become a quite soothing behavior these past seasons. ”Yourself, making any unexpected finds?”

Raising her eyebrow towards the red headed woman, not quite sure what had brought her to answer the question posed of the brown haired woman.
”Oh it is a great series, still looking for part three in the series but no luck as of yet. And of course our book loving friend left before he could help me track it down.” Eidolon having a bookstore would certainly have known when it would be released and how to get ahold of it even if it meant international shipping, the English translation would likely take quite a while to get here and having no interest to wait that long. ”But where are my manners, am I interrupting something?” Looking between the two. ”Want me to whisk away Mason to give you some space?”