(Market Watch) Ruin's of Sal's
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Anatole caught Seraphina's eye.
"Ah yes! A curious bunch of hob traders. Legs and Company. This way, I believe. I am really curious to see what they sell. We caught them in transit on a trod, you see. There was only so much on offer. Just be aware - they seem to spend half their time fighting one another and have a ... fascination ... for legs that borders on the morbid."
The burned dwarf began to muscle his way forward as the group moved off.
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Circe makes sure to keep her eyes peeled for deals whilst trying to read the pamphlet. The elf wasn't pleased with the stipulations. In theory you could make a deal and whoops, your hand is gone. Though any Chirugeons just outside the market could make bank reattaching said hands.
Anatole's words get her attention due to the Summer's, well, background so to speak. "Wait, they like legs Anatole?" Circe looks down at her silicon covered ones. "Huh? Glad I only ended up blue and not a spider centaur. Hafta tell 'em all this black is silicon. Might be a turn off fer 'em."
She could hope to deter creepy sadist fetishists from wanting a literal piece of her.
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John gave a deep nod to the Cyclops, that sympathetic frown still on his face as he made eye contact one last time before his attention turned back to the group, suddenly glad he’d grabbed those pamphlets which helpfully included maps for him. At least he wouldn’t have to draw them up in the future to note the information he planned on gathering.
He couldn’t help the flinch, offering Sera the same frown the Cyclops received. He might get used to having someone touch him one day but today didn’t seem to be the day, especially with the shock of the choking added on top of it. Giving a nod of agreement as it seemed they were to make their way to legs and company. “Sounds like a plan to me, I too am hoping to do some trading while I’m here so if the Contract Vendors are on the way I’ll need to make a pit stop. Either way we should keep our heads on a swivel and choose our actions carefully. We don’t wish to stray from our assigned color.”
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John would then look at the group to make sure they were ready to go before leading the way forward. His eyes had been opened by the ever-helpful information booth. John still had trading to do but also had information to gather, checking the map to their route he’d try and note pink bands versus red. His initial assessment that Vendors were likely complicit in the market, needing it as a lifeline so were most likely to defend it. The Pink collars were the opposite, those likely to oppose it. He didn’t know if they could do anything about it but information was information and they could move forward with what they knew or not.
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
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James notices the slight flinches from the Cyclopes and how her face tightens, her single eye shining as the Lost say their pieces, and takes their leave.
Pamphlets in hand, and maps at the ready, the Lost can now navigate the Market. It's not as convoluted as some Markets the Lost might have visited or heard of, but it clearly followed it's own logic, helped by the Market's own organizational rules. On the way to Legs and Co, the find the river fairly easily. Seeming to snake it's way between the eateries, and an area the maps call BigLarge, which is where Legs and Co's stall is.
On their way, they see the now one handed Changeling being forcefully escorted out of the Market by Pink and Sparkly uniformed guards, and small Brownies cleaning up the blood and handling the fallen Blue Band reverently. Looking purple now as it's covered in blood. Passing the Butchers, they've been told about, the hear some exclaiming "Fresh Shadowsoul! You can' still taste the Blue on the meat!", then across from that, on the side of the river they've chosen is what can only be Legs and Co's stall, if you can even call it a stall. It's more like a ranch with the preface of a shop's facade. Cheerfully scrawled on the top along with the location number, is LEgS, Wheels, Hooves, Paws!
With the familiar (to some) face of the Spkeshob with his warty skin and bulbus eyes manning the desk. Which seems to be a pair of boxes and a stool, "Oi! How'ya doin' folks?"
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Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape -1 Glamour into WyrdstoneBlinking a few times, “A fascination for legs?” well, everyone had their thing she guessed. Though she was glad she wore pants and not shorts. Many regular men and women, checked out her legs, she just hoped these hobs wouldn’t. Kinda creepy. “I’m anxious to meet them, you’ve all talked quite highly of them.” Since they just had to find them here. Were their wares that impressive? Whatever the reason, she follows the dwarf, her curiosity getting the better of her.
She had to smirk at Circe, and Sera wondered why the Summer wasn’t a Spring sometimes.
Nodding to James in agreement. But deep down, she wasn’t sure she felt like trading anymore. It would have to be something special for her to get that desire back. The hand incident still fresh in her mind. “Good advice.” And it was. They needed to be on their toes in here.
Sapphires move back and forth across the booths as they walk, taking it in. Taste the blue on the meat?! Eww.
But those warts? Those were gross. But, whatever.
Smiling her best smile, “Hello! Doing quite well thank you, and yourself good sir?” asks the Nix.
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
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Circe stopped paying attention to the pamphlet and the rules once they arrived. That was a lot of leg. She eyes the collection, looking for bones to pick for her crafting.
"Wow," she stops her scan as she looks to Skpeshob with a smirk, "Ya give a whole new meaning ta show some leg."
Propriety now. "Right," Circe points at Seraphina, "What she said. How are ya doin' yerself buddy?"
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Vivian walked along with the other lost, not saying much until she heard 'fascination with legs' from Anatole. She blinked several times, and looked down at herself. She wore pants. She was now regretting the very form fitting pants she was wearing.
The Airtouched looked over Seraphina for a moment, lingering on her legs. Glad she covered those up. Same with Circe. Well no worries about them getting to interested hopefully. At least not so interested they broke the touch barrier. There was more than one way to lose a hand around here. The Airtouched smiled privately at the thought.
She kept an ear for John, the leader of their fearless band of Changelings. Listening to his directives which sounded more like suggestions than orders really, but she let that go.
When they stopped at the Legs and CO. Stall she smiled and waved awkwardly at the hobs. "Hi!" She chirped with a friendly smile. She pulled out a piece of beef jerky from her supplies and started nibbling on a piece. Stress eating 101. Never leave home without your crack.
Her gaze was all over the place, darting around as if looking for something. She was keeping a lookout for anything suspicious.
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Anatole spread his hands and... smiled. His teeth flashed within his nest of effusive curls, and for a few moments he actually looked happy.
"I am well. Indeed, very well. Do you remember us? You met us on the road and we promised to stop by your shop. And so we have come."
The burned dwarf's eyes are roving across the space, trying to discern what exactly the hobs are selling.
"Can we trade for Glamour as before or do you require a more solid currency within this Market?"
They had traded with glamour on the road, and Anatole hoped that they still could. The laws of the Market might not permit that - and even if they did, a poorly worded Pledge might see their bands activate. So the wizened spoke loudly for the benefit of the group and prayed that his simple question didn't set off his bracelet bomb...
Ah! What a rich spike of Fear.
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This place was a living nightmare, it was Sodom and Gomorrah likely run by a Caligula figure. Summer didn’t have a monopoly on rage, his just burned coldly, helped focus the mind. His eyes shifting left and right as he walked forward; 1 pink, 2 pink, 4 red, 5 red. The numbers tallying up in his mind as he made mental adjustments to his calculations and before he knew it they were at Legs and Company. He seemed surprised when they stopped, having to walk back a few steps to rejoin the group having been lost in the task.
The others talked, made their introductions but the first thing John checked was the color of their bands. Were the complicit with the market or were they slaves by another name? He remained entirely quiet as the group spoke around him, giving him a chance to collect himself before speaking. “Yes, as he said. I’d given my word we’d come say hi if he made it to the market, one’s word is important after all.” The lips pulled up in a smile, tone remaining pleasantly neutral as John tried to detach from the situation so he could leave in peace.
“It looks like you sell…transportation?” Eyebrow raised as he saw the sign and looked to the Spokeshob. “So how long have you been set up here? Enjoying it?” He asked innocently but really, he was fishing for a timeline, hoping that maybe the Hob would give up more information in an exchange of pleasantries.
Though his mood might be interfering with his ability to communicate, eyes distracted as they looked over the surroundings being pulled back into the conversation by voices as he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information he was trying to juggle. "I'm, uh, in the market for something but I don't think you can sell it?" His voice raising an octave as he was still unsure on the rules of this market and didn't know if Vendors weren't allowed outside their explicit bounds for sales either.
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"Welcome, welcome!" there's a smarmy grin crawling upon his lips "I do indeed, glad to know you're good fer your word." James (and any who take a quick look) sees the Red Sell band on the Spokeshob's wrist. "Not a permanent part of the Market, so I'm not limited to permanence." when Anatole asks if Glamour is still acceptable for trade.
Those keeping an active eye on things see what's moving around the ranch. Circe doesn't immediately see crafting supplies, there's nothing loose that anyone can see, but she does indeed see a whole lotta legs. In the far field is a giant wooden ball, surrounded by hairy human legs. If the Lost take the time, they'd notice each leg is the left one. There's a hob inside it, waking something inside, and the legs jolt, and the wooden ball appears more like a leg propelled hamster ball then it aught to.
They see a adult sized wooden rocking horse, looking good in silver, neighing as it's runners are being exchanged for wheels. A equally silver Lost happing their own hoof as they wait for the wheels to be attached. And they see a green tiger with orange stripes, snorting and mouthing a pile of leather....or what looks like leather.
"Ah, I see, I see. Well. We sell the finest of fae mounts!" a warty hand waves back towards the ranch, "And even offer adjustments and even entirely custom order...for an additional fee of course." the same salesman grin, "Haha, your word might be good, but your memory isn't." there's a smirk, "Suppose that's ta be expected from your lot." a snort, "I'll say it again. We only settle this spot on the off Spider Seasons."
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