Mr. Tickle's Wonder Emporium

[CyledyrWyllt]

Although Marcus is quite familiar with the Flea Market, he is just a bit surprised by the turnout this evening. It would appear that the late-night Summer hours are proving to be rather popular. Out of habit, the metalflesh turns down one of the aisles to his right in order to say a quick hello to Mac and his cronies just to check and see if the flea market old-timers have anything new or interesting in their stalls. The metalflesh figures he has plenty of time to have a look at Mr. Tickle's merchandise. Afterall, if he were in need of something that badly, Marcus would probably just craft it himself, anyway. As he makes his way through the throng of treasure-hunters, the Hunter of the Longest Day nods in greeting to any other Lost he sees as he meanders his way past the other stalls.

[CyledyrWyllt]

Jack has never been to an actual flea market before. He has a fuzzy memory of seeing one on an old episode of Roseanne... or was that a swap meet? The good doctor isn't even sure if there's a difference. Once inside the building, the wizened wanders off to his left and looks at the mostly cheap, tacky merchandise on display with a critical eye. So far, it reminds him of a market he went to in Khost during his stint with MSF, back before he had been Taken. Except the food had looked a lot better at that one... and there hadn't been any changelings... not that he would have noticed back then. Smiling at his fellow freeholders, Jack tries to look interested in some of the wares on display as he mentally calculates how long he needs to make an appearance before heading home and catching up on the latest episode of True Blood.

[CyledyrWyllt]

Rook , Danny Tongs , Alec Valentine and Aldamoth( Cameron ) find themselves in front of an elaborately carved wooden stall which has been painted red in an eye-catching variety of shades. Behind the counter stands a short man resembling a cross between Willie the Janitor from The Simpsons and Elmo from Sesame Street. A large display of hand-crafted toys(including a variety of wooden soldiers) dominates most of the available space. Mr. Tickle smiles at the changelings as they approach his stall.

"Welcome, gentlemen! I'm glad that you were able to make it this evening."

The furry wizened then tosses a colorful butterfly into the air directly over his head. Though made of wood, its wings appear to have been carved almost paper-thin and seem to reflect the colors of a Spring sunrise as Tickle releases it into the air. To the changelings' eyes, the wooden insect appears to be alive as it floats in a wide figure eight above their heads, trailing tiny motes of starlight and pixie dust, before descending in an elegant spiral back to the hand that had released it. The sweet, candyfruit aromas of delight and wonder fill the air amidst the oohs and aahs of the crowd that has gathered around the stall to watch the performance.

[Jag]

As Karina agrees to have Tobias Thorne join her, they hear some strange sound coming from a makeshift stall towards the right of the warehouse. The stall itself seems to be made out of scrap metal and random household items. However, it has a certain steampunk feel to it. There's a sign above the door that reads "E.Z. Pickings," and what sounds like a drill can be heard coming from inside.

The drilling sounds come to an end and a few seconds later, a short man standing about 5'4" comes out of the stall. Marcus Evan happens to be walking past the stall as this happens, taking notice of the peculiar man along with the pair of Lost standing close by. To their eyes, the man is actually about five feet tall, has greenish skin, a white beard and a pair of long slightly pointy ears. He is wearing a pair of goggles on his forehead, a pair of gloves, and a vest over his shirt and pair of khakis. He's got a patch on the vest that reads "E.Z. Wanderlust," and he happens to have a small mechanical object that looks like a spider on his open right palm.

"Good evening!" calls out the little green man, waving the trio of Changelings over. "Don't be shy now, for you may find something that interests you." His tone is inviting as is his toothy smile.

E.Z. Wanderlust

[Swift]

A lawyer ( Perry diCarto ) and a doctor ( Doctor Jack ) walk into a flea market without much of a clue where to go. And so it happens that both men's wandering brings them to a large, white pavilion tent set up near the back of the left side of the warehouse. Most of the stalls around the area are open: a few laden tables here or a stall with shelves of wares there. This particular offering, however, is walled off by canvass hangings leaving an obvious entrance inside. An old woman is visible near the entrance sitting behind a card table with a lockbox and a notebook. She appears totally normal, but something about the tent beckons. As the two professionals draw closer, they can feel the faint tingle of Glamour in the air.

As Anya Wyrmblood stalks through the tables idly stroking baubles and trinkets as she passes she notices a black cat staring at her with bright green eyes. Its tail lashes back and forth as the cat stares longer than is natural - long enough that the Draconic is certain it wishes her to know it isn't backing down. Just as soon as it is certain it has grabbed Anya's attention the cat turns and lightly hops off of the nearby stall. It gracefully trots down the aisle to that same white tent and ducks under one of the flaps inside. What treasures might this odd lair hold?

[Swift]

Magnus enters the flea market shortly after the sun vanishes outside. He glances about, pausing briefly under the warehouse's large, industrial fans. Then he nods once to himself and heads off toward the main attraction, keeping an eye out along the way for anything he might be able to turn into a new and exciting brew.

[Lesingnon]

What to do with the erstwile, former Bridge Burner, had perhaps been the first truly difficult decision that Rick had had to make upon assuming Autumn's Crown. Balancing past crimes with the potential for redemption, it was never an easy thing. Or at least for him it hadn't been easy. But closing in on a year later he was feeling pretty sure that he'd made the right decision.

And now curiosity had brought both him and Terri out to see how the wizened was faring with his shop. Finding it wasn't particularly difficult given the bright colors it was painted in. Especially not difficult given the exquisitely crafted butterfly slowly looping through the air above it. He can't help but grin lightly upon seeing it, glancing aside towards Terri, "Looks like he hasn't lost his touch."

[Dark Passenger]

Completely amazed Alec looks around. This feeling, the atmosphere of markets surrounded by changelings and other fae plus things coming from the Hedge and Faerie, that feeling feels so good. One more valuable than the other, or worth nothing at all.

'Good evening!' Alec's lips curl up a bit, 'I am arguably even more glad to be here, sir.'

The Woodblood smells the aroma's, sniffs softly, trying to identify the scent. Here, his shyness is nowhere to be seen.