(FOC) Where'd She Go?

[Trickster]

Lynn will agree to this if the Guard will accept

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo shrugs as Coco proposes her plan. He had hoped to save his glamour to pay for Rosemary, but that was irrelevant if they couldn't even get in the door. So it was somewhat unenthusiastic when he finally voiced his consent.

"I agree to these terms."

[Gregory]

Not as much as I might like, thinks the grumbling Gargoyle as he passes through the gate. The noises of the marketplace boom around them in a heightened fervor. It is almost too much to take in. Gregory stays off to the side, navigating slowly inside until there is enough room for them all to stand without being pushed by the moving mob of patrons and providers.

"This be a mess," comments Gregory with disapproval. "Hold fast to your possessions lest their grubby hands get hold of them," he warns, keeping a firm grip on the watch in his own hand.

"How shall we proceed? Shall we spread out and make queries or shall we move as one?" he asks the others.

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo nodded to the guardian as he passed, silently worrying about the dwindling reserves of Glamour. He needed to look into places to harvest more rather desperately, but something more important had been lurking on his mind for the immediate future. Autumn was swiftly approaching, and it was past time for him to join the Scarecrows. He wasn't waiting another year for that opportunity to come again.

Hands instinctively sunk into his pockets at the crowded streets. Having picked his share of pockets back in New York he was more then familiar with ripe opportunities.

"I'd say pair off and search in different directions." Milo said looking to Gregory then the rest of the group. "We'll cover more terrain and there will be a second in case something happens to the first."

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan gave a little wave at the wrist goodbye as she passed the guard. She hoped she wouldn't need the Glamour she'd just spent. She mumbled, "Heh-hope not run eh-empty again." This was quickly forgotten as she observed the crowd and got some instinctive warnings. Not of predators, rather like the feeling of scavengers trying to steal your food. Morgan had little on her to steal but she did somewhat follow Milo's example. One hand went to a short's pocket whilst the other held the tote back close to her chest.

For added comfort, she sidled up next to her motley mate's left side. This proximity gave the advantage that anybody trying to pick pockets on Morgan's right or Lynn's left side would risk both noticing. Plus it made the raccoon less afraid for Lynn (not to mention her own) safety.

Morgan had to bite her tongue to stop a whining whimper from getting out when group splitting was suggested. "Imma n-not like reh-repeat...but-but better for feh-feh-locate Mrs Rosemary." She gave Cosima a wary look, then looked up at Lynn with a friendlier expression, "Reh-request I g-g-go in sssame group as Lynn. Peh-peh-please?" Whislt in her head she added: And not Coco, please-pretty-please not the wasp.

[Trickster]

"Oh my," Lynn gazed in wonder at the market in front of them. Instinctively, she pulled at her fiddle case until it hung in front of her. While she doubted that anybody could really separate her from it, she didn't want to deal with the pain involved if it got to far from her. Turning a bit, she let Morgan guard her back while she looked around.

She didn't like the idea of separating, but it would be the quickest way to find Mrs. Rosemary. Looking down at her friend, she nodded with determination. "We can take that direction." She gestured along one of the paths. It was as good as any others.

[Coco]

Coco grit her teeth in frustration, the bustle and crowd of the market mocking her hope and fraying away at its wick. For, even if one of them were to find Mrs. Rosemary, they would be separated. Which...just wouldn't do. Were Ms. Rosemary to be rescued, but Coco to have had no hand in it, that would be beyond horrible. Not as horrible as them finding her, but the pair being unable to rescue her, but almost as much. No, no, it simply wouldn't do.

"It would be faster to find her, yes, but we would be separated. Cut off. Our chance of saving her would be dwindled. But I will not debate this. Any who wish may follow me," Coco declared, before setting off towards the nearest stall not being swarmed by customers.

"You!" she demanded of the merchant. "I'm looking for a man that came here wearing flannel, and a large bodied ogre woman, short blond hair, with glasses. A cook. Have you seen them? Payment if they're found!"

Glamour subtracted in sig.

[InvertedMonkey]

It's a Catch 22. Splitting up. A better chance of finding Mrs. Rosemary more quickly, but much more danger to the members of the search party. This is a strange place, a goblin market they found int he hedge, where they know no one and no one owes them anything. "Not pairs, two groups of three," she amends Milo's suggestion. One fighter with each. It's a good compromise between speed and safety.

"You guys," she addresses Milo and Gregory, "Stay close to Coco, please." Yes, she said please. They're adults, they can do what they want, no matter how foolish. (Which, Milo has proven, he will.) "We can meet up again back at the door we came in," she tilts her head back towards the portal, then turns to follow Morgan and Lynn.

[Gregory]

Gregory nods to Ramona. "Very well, groups of three as compromise. Cosima, Milo, and I. Fortune guide you," he answers and then scurries over to Coco as she begins questioning a nearby purveyor. He grimaces as she once again promises payment for how little of value they held. With her company they cannot hope to leave with any Glamour to their names. But they must make up for lost time. A little Glamour may well go a long way if they can haggle the price.

"The man in flannel be big, a mass of muscle. And a thinner man be with them, yay high, a thinner sniveling sort," adds Gregory to Coco's detailing description while leveling his hand off at where the antique shop owner had stood in height.