Mr. Tickle's Wonder Emporium

**CyledyrWyllt** · Jun 19th, 2012 10:40 PM

As the sun sinks below the western horizon, the changelings of Sacramento might feel the expiration of their Contracts or Pledges. Then again, they might feel the tendrils of Wyrd tighten as they choose to solidify such pacts in the growing twilight. Or, perhaps the darklings among them feel a sense of relief... or release as the burning orb disappears, taking its discomforting light from the beautiful darkness of the sky. One thing is certain, on the Eve of Midsummer, every changeling in the freehold feels the call to investigate the curious announcement posted by the infamous Mr. Tickle. Who's that, you say? Well, just ask anyone that's been around for a while. They'll tell you all about the notorious Mr. Tickle.

Those arriving at the Sacramento Flea Market will notice that the large converted warehouse is still quite busy with ordinary mortal customers. Mundane vendors have set up stalls within the cavernous space ranging from simple card tables piled with moth-eaten garage sale cast-offs to elaborate structures designed to protect their mysterious contents from being profaned by unworthy eyes... and everything in-between. A painfully bright red stall is visible directly down the main aisle from the main entrance of the flea market. While fairly wide, the corridor is choked with human traffic searching for a once-in-a-lifetime bargain. There are also smaller aisles branching off to the left and right which seem slightly less congested. Welcome to the Sacramento Flea Market. Feel free to have a look around.

Jun 20th, 2012 03:38 AM

Rook moved into the Flea Market, not because there was something in particular he was looking for, but because he felt a sense of responsibility in regard to his title to be there. After all, something like this could very well have far-reaching effects for the security of the Freehold. Particularly with so many mortals milling about after hours.

He moved with precise, conscientious care through the crowd of people, his sunglasses firmly in place even at the sundown. Which quite frankly, could be a pain in the backside. It occasionally resulted in him shin- or hip-checking things that he hadn't quite seen in the darkness.

His hands were kept folded behind his back, precisely to stop the risk of a side-swipe. The evening was young. He was on the prowl for trouble. He was in his element. For a given value of Element, anyway.

The Board sighted around him, chattering constantly with the same question it always asked in crowds, the deeper, newer voice that Gianna had awakened briefly still slumbering. Interesting. It had never yet woken up outside of the one usage of that Contract, and he hoped to explore it more one of these days.

Enemy piece? Enemy piece? Enemy piece? Enemy-

-Be quiet, please. I can't hear myself think.

Enemy piece?

Jun 20th, 2012 04:17 AM

Danny headed into the Flea Market, his heart pounding against his ribs. He was Autumn's Provisioner of Bounties, and all of that, but mostly he was here for himself. Because this sort of place was good for him, and bad for him all at once. It screamed and tugged at the Wyrd that flowed through him, the opportunity for power.

Oh God, he wanted it and feared it and hated it and loved it all at once.

The Wizened Smith was generally a bundle of emotion at the best of times, and in the presence of temptation like this, the power of Tokens and Pledges and Magic hammering at him as if he were being forged, he got even more jittery. The crowd jostled him as he walked, and he had to strain just to keep a grip on his cane.

His long fingers, thankfully, helped considerably.

He couldn't wait to see what he might find.

**Sirith** · Jun 20th, 2012 09:43 AM

Karina was happy she found her way so fast. She wanted to take a good look at her first Goblin Market in this Freehold and at the goods offered. She knew goblins were not to be trusted, but... She never owned anything valuable, it was always she who was owned. Yet, if she have found good items, she might be able to buy something useful. Or yummy. Yummy was good. Meat was best. (Not people meat, of course not. Eating people is bad. Right?)
And she had some trinkets. Something found, something stolen, and something rummaged from the garbage dump. Everything washed and dried carefully.

The Ogre felt a bit like an adventurer when she entered the Flea Market. Even so, when she saw the big, intimidating tower-man, she tried by instinct to not get into his line of sight. There were people that were too dangerous to get in their way...

Jun 20th, 2012 10:11 AM

Tobias wandered through the emptying rows of the warehouse. He'd been considering selling his own wares here, but with the opening of his store, that became unneccesary. Still, it was useful to keep an eye on the flea market community, there were plenty of artists that could do much with a little patronage.

It was then that he started to notice the other Lost around the warehouse. After a moments pause, he decided to join the Ogre ( Karina ) in her perusal of the area. "Good evening, my name is Tobias. Mind some company?"

**Perry diCarto** · Jun 20th, 2012 11:07 AM

A suited man shifted through the flea market, smiling thoughtfully as he made his way about. He had never been to a Goblin Market, and he hadn't the faintest idea of what to expect. It was new, it was exciting, and most importantly, it wasn't the boring car theft file he had been working on earlier that day.

Sometimes, a lawyer had great files that paid exceptionally well. And other times, they had to grind out dog files to pay the lease. Usually, Perry was doing both at the same time, making a great living with a decent enough mix to not hate his life entirely. Then again, when it felt like one had practiced law for a century and a bit care of one's psychotic Judge Keeper (who, in case you were wondering, was not a sleepy fuck like Dyers), every case was a bit of a grind.

Not so for wandering a flea market. A guy like Perry didn't do that sort of thing often. It was bound to be an interesting night. Emerald green eyes looking about for other Lost, he put his hands in his pockets and took in the sights.

Jun 20th, 2012 11:35 AM

Anya had not been to the flea market before, a fact which she considered to be terribly remiss. She enjoyed browsing the various wares available in the shops of Sacramento, even if she did not outright purchase anything.

A Dragon enjoyed looking at shiny things, at holding them in her hands and inspecting them for blemishes and imperfections. Anya should not have liked categorising them into precised piles, as her Keeper had expected her to do, but she did it nonetheless. Her room at the hotel was impeccable as a result, with not a single item out of place.

No one had ever been inside the room and altered the careful structure of the place, but the chances were strong that she would not be a happy Fairest if it happened.

She browsed the stalls, letting taloned fingers carefully caress items of interest here and there. The Draconic did not buy, yet. But if something came up that caught her eye, no one else would be allowed the chance to make a purchase ahead of her.

Shiny things belonged to her, whether the vendors were aware of it or not.

**Sirith** · Jun 20th, 2012 11:57 AM

Karina, hearing the question, turned her head towards the Manikin. She looked him up and down with her whole-green eyes, listened for a few seconds to his weak Mantle. He didn't look bad... Though the bad guys, especially the Others, never looked like that.

(The mermaids' laugh was so melodic and nice...

Stop, idiotic fears.)

Yet, he was accepted by the Spring. So she took a chance.

"Yes, why not. I'm Karina." Russian accent, both harsh and melodic at once, can be heard in her voice. And while she speaks, her sharp teeth show up.

**Dark Passenger** · Jun 20th, 2012 03:41 PM

Fruit fruit fruit! Alec Valentine loves Flea Markets like this. Ever since the Hedge turns out to be a dangerous place markets have become a necessity in his life. Trifles! And fruit, please let there be fruit.

He wanders around at a quick pace, well dressed as ever and equipped with a bag. He sees the Summer couple, his fellow Ashen Courtier Tongs. He also notices an unfamiliar woman, but pays no attention to it. No, the Woodblood is searching for Mr. Tickles.

Yes, Alec very obviously looks like a customer.

**Cameron** · Jun 20th, 2012 07:20 PM

Once upon a time, Aldamoth had made an effort to be at every local Market. It had been his duty, after all, to watch and observe. Even small fleemarkets could hide Hobs, and worse, amongst their stalls.

That Oath had been forsworn, many moons ago, yet something apart from duty had pulled him to todays event. Perhaps it was just nostalgia, or simple curiosity. Regardless, he worked by the book. Quietly, and unseen. Gone were the cheap dress clothes, replaced with khaki cargo-pants and a leather jacket, the hood pulled up. His Mask was hardened, presenting a face unknown to any of his fellow Lost within Sacramento. He moved from stall to stall, unobtrusive as he searched for something a little more...Wyrd than the usual fare.

-1Glam to Harden Mask

Mr. Tickle's Wonder Emporium

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