(Market Watch) Ruin's of Sal's

[Saber Sloth]

Anatole keep banging on the gate, which wacks itself open, under no fault of the Wizened. None at all.

"Oi, oi, oi!" comes a disgruntled voice from behind the wooden barrier, "Quit that y'give me a headache!" A small door in the middle of one side of the gate opens, and reveals a short, big nosed...hobbit. Yep a hobbit, there's no shoes on those hairy feet. But his clothes are pink, not in a stylistic choice but in a uniformed way. There is a badge on his breast pocket that matches the sparkles from the sign.

The easy emotion found on his face and in his voice disappears when the gate guard takes in the Lost. His face contorts into a smile, while his eyes shine like a deadman, "Welcome to Ambrosial Delights. Are you here to buy or sell?" mechanically and with forced cheer. Recognizable to anyone who's ever worked customer service.

[Circe]

Circe lowers the rifle down a little further at the sight of the pretty in pink hobbit. "That is a awesome looking badge there. Oh, right right, ahem." Circe slings the rifle onto her shoulder. But her hand is on her pistol holster. "A little of both I'd say. Barter economy," Circe giggles at the little guy. "We'd like ta see what yer fine market has in supply and what ya folks demand."

Let's be friends, nope

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-03-01 22:19:58	Circe rolls 5 to Pres 2 +Pers 2 + SL 1 + Hob Kin 0 (10 Again)	2, 2, 3, 5, 7	failure

"And don't worry, I ain't gonna be one of THOSE whiny kinda customers," she scoffs as her Mantle flares as she growls at the memory, "Just want ta strangle those shits who keep asking fer compensation fer nothing going wrong."

There were many reasons Circe wasn't customer service at Funderland. She was demonstrating one of them right now.

Kit

backpack, fanny pack, 4 Ertwen Healing Fruits and 1 Jarmyn Fruit, Colt (Fiber optic) 45 + 2 extra clips & 20 rounds, SKS + 2 spare clips + 20 rounds + Silencer, knife, black skin suit, Hedgespun Lorica Segmentata, flashlight, thermos (gourmet coffee), 1 roll of duct tape, 2 power bars, 1 water bottle, Cumin powder, 2 pendants, bubblegum, 4 Godiva chocolate bars, Hedgespun multiool

Stats

HP 7, WP 5, Def 2, Armor 2/2, limbs 1/0

[Anatole]

Anatole bristled and then calmed as the hob appeared from the side. With an effort, the dwarf flexed his gnarled fist and let it go; tension streaming from his arm as his fingers extended and his hand dropped to his side. He grunted in acknowledgement of the hob when the hobbit-fellow spoke, eyeing the unusual - and perhaps eye-watering uniform curiously for a moment.

He let out a sigh, which evolved into him talking:

"We are here to buy. Yes. Buy. New customers for you... Recommended by three fellows pushing a cart and with an obsession for legs. Fine fellows indeed."

Teeth flashed in his effusive curls as he smiled.

In the brief interim while Crice spoke, he turned back to Vivian Wing

"I've traded... a little. Enough to purchase some important bits and pieces over the years."

[Seraphina]

Now that was a sight. Not one you would see every day, but, it was the Hedge. And it was known for creating all kinds of fun things. But that pink? Ew.

Offering the hobbit her best smile, sapphires sparkling, “Why a little of both good Sir!” her voice cheery and upbeat.

[James Turner]

He took in the hobbit and his interesting fashion sense, eyeing the badge noting the position of gate guard was an official one. Police force, guard, militia, he was curious to which it was and who granted them the authority. Already there were secrets to uncover, glad he made the trip. He couldn’t blame Circe for being prepared though the gun didn’t help her much with her reception it seemed.

Anatole made sure to reference legs, the most recognizable of the bunch. Unfortunately, they didn’t get their names as the hobs never introduced themselves. Exceptionally rude of them but it was the strange first meeting between two groups expecting the other to be predators. Some misunderstanding could be understood.

“Could you please tell us where we might find this Legs and company? We’re ever so grateful that they told us about this place. We’d like to go and give our thanks sir.” A truth, technically. He also told Legs and Company that he would stop by and say thank you if they ever made it to the market and Words were important, he always tried to keep his words. The Winter wasn’t without a honeyed-tongue it was just lacking in the face of all the fairest.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-03-03 11:50:00	James Turner rolls 4 to Make Nice (Presence + Persuasion) (10 Again)	5, 8, 7, 3	1 success

Equipment: Knife, Backpack, Thermos(coffee), Handful Candy, Backpack, Rope, multi-tool, emergency blanket, road flares, full zippo, 3 packs of cigarettes, sunglasses, 6 granola bars, 2 water bottles, and a flashlight

[Vivian Wing]

She doubted she could be as savvy as Anatole, or Circe, or as charming as Seraphina, or have purpose like John. So she fell back on the one that was true in this whole situation.

"I'm here to help!" She chirped happily in response to the inquiry. Sticking with the truth was always her best bet. She didn't have a problem lying to the pink avenger over here, but she just sucked so badly at it it was more a detriment than a help.

She nodded to Anatole with a grin. "I'm gunna stick close to you then. Is that okay?" A little shyly.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-03-03 14:41:04	Vivian Wing rolls 4 to Presence 2+Persuasion 1+ SL +1 to convince!	9, 8, 6, 7	2 successes

2 curved swords, 2 fore arm length utility/hunting knives in her boots, canteen, lures and fishing line, cheap tin cup, matches, length of sturdy rope, trail mix, beef jerky.

[Saber Sloth]

What little life can be seen in the hobbit's eyes drains away as the smile becomes even more fixed. The pink uniformed hobbit blinks, taking a breath.

"If you do not with to be known as the Other called The Karen please cease your obvious favour with your firearms." he says, voice devoid of anything, another breath. "The quickcart with...Legs and company are - " the hobbit reaches for a pocket and pulls out a small notebook, opening it he flips through a few pages. " - at booth 248, across the river from the butcher."

Looking up at the Lost, "If you are here to buy only, form a line here." He points, "If you are here to sell only, for a line here." he points, "If you are here to buy and sell, please form a third line, there." again he points.

From behind him, through the small portal within the wooden gate, three short large eared imps bounce towards where the hobbit pointed. Each are holding a different colour hat. The one with the Blue hat heads towards the Buy only line, the one with the Red hat heads for the Sell only line and the one with the Purple hat heads towards the Buy and Sell line. They are each holding the strips of paper the same colour as their hats.

[Circe]

Circe's sighs as her ears droop. So much for schmoozing. "Just ta be clear," she takes her hand off the pistol, "Offering stuff we have as payment isn't us selling right? Don't want ta hope inta the wrong line," and nods to the blue line, "Even if I'm already blue."

She was guessing red meant selling at a stall. This as a barter system so there was that too. So long as the answer to her question is a yes, Circe will head for the Blue line.

[Anatole]

Was there a twinkle in his eye?

"Well stay close, then. I won't say I'm a great teacher or even a great example... But I can demonstrate what I know. Maybe it can be the start you need."
Vivian Wing pisces

Naturally, Anatole moves into the "Buy" line. He doesn't bother to keep an eye on the pink uniformed hob; he simply shrugs.

"Your Market. Your rules."

[Seraphina]

Legs and company? Quite the odd name. But, this was the Hedge and odd was expected.

The Karen?! She couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her lips. That was a good one. But, it seemed he knew of who James and Anatole were referring. So, that was good.

What was this, grade school? Were they not allowed to wander the Market? If that was the case, why? This seemed overly cautious and unnecessary.

But, technically, she didn’t have anything to sell per say. Only to trade, which could be considered a sell. Maybe? This felt like some sort of weird test to her.

So she heads over to the ‘Buy’ line. There were ingredients she was shopping for, and decides to just focus on that.

Then Circe makes a good point. But, she was already in the ‘Buy’ line. So, whatever.

Bottle of water, bag of trail mix, 2 sun catchers, 2 necklaces, golden dagger, hedgespun jacket and necklace(see sidebar), bandages and gauze, notebook with pencil with a few sketches inside. WP 3 Health 7