Antique faire

[Chambers]

With the weather starting to turn towards something that might be tentatively called not to cold. The Moros makes the trip out to one of his favourite venues in the city. The Open air Antique faire The sheer volume and range of things on offer mage each trip a unique experience. Though the weather was not so relenting that he could afford to dress in anything other then a heavy overcoat and gloves.

Strolling slowly the maze like avenues of assorted stalls peddling wares from assorted buttons to vinyl records to civil war era weapons all alongside clothing and furniture from any fashion in the last hundred years or so. A moment is take to examine an old type writer, not something he would use himself touching the paper would undo any separation of sympathy but it is still a novelty to see the older mechanisms.

[Aurora]

What caught her attention about the faire was the possibility of older books in a variety of different languages. And she did love a good vintage clothing find, so her eyes would be peeled for a few different things.

While the red leather jacket, a favorite among her wardrobe for colder weather, it did make her stand out a bit. And she just wasn’t feeling that a whole lot today. She usually stood out enough to those who know who she was, so a regular black leather jacket and jeans was going to do.

Two books tucked under her arms from a booth she had found, she was navigating her way through the crowds when a familiar face was spotted. Was she surprised? Not at all! It was the type of placed she would expect to find Chambers.

Smile on her face, “Finding anything good?” asks the Shaman.

[Thirteen]

An explosion of red curls bobbed among the faire goers and the white stall umbrellas, the wild hair attached to the head of one young Acanthus shadownamed Thirteen.

Her black leather motorcycle jacket was zipped up, a woolen green scarf wrapped about her neck, the ends long enough to reach her thighs. A pleated grey skirt, black leggings fashionably ripped in spots and a pair of old army boots completed the ensemble. A pair of black headphones with cat ears adorned her head, holding all that hair out of her face as she listened to... whatever she was listening to, as she window shopped. A grey backpack adorned her shoulders, and from it hung (upside down by the chin straps) a black motorcycle helmet with the number 13 prominently displayed on the sides.

One hand rested in a jacket pocket while the other held a paper coffee cup, probably purchased from a nearby Starbucks or something. She sipped from it as she looked over some vintage clothing, one foot tapping to the music in her headphones.

It wasn't long, of course, before she noticed the presence of Chambers. The only other Awakened in Sacramento that she knew happened to be here? What were the chances? Pretty good, it seemed. And who was this with him? His hot blonde wife? The Libertine debated whether to approach them. She was wearing the headphones for a reason: They were a great way to avoid having to talk to people, because most people were eejits.

She had to give the Moros and his associate/wife/whatever the benefit of the doubt, of course. Chambers had seemed pretty smart before.

Eh, fook it.

She walked over, turning off her headphones and pulling them down to hang around her neck atop the scarf. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here, Mason. Who's your friend?" Her voice carried a clear Scottish accent.

[Skye]

Ok even she had to admit that it was cold, cold, cold, still the day the temperature would be deciding if she would venture outside or remain indoors was the day it would be time to lean back and retire. Especially as she had seen the words about this faire, having recalled how Fyre had mentioned it back during their first real encounter with one another. No way she would be missing it, but at least she would dress wisely for a change.

Walking around looking at the various things she could find left and right, having no particular goal or things she might be searching for more than see what she might happen upon more than anything else whilst sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, and window shopping.

Head gently swaying as she walks around softly speaking to herself, or rather repeating the various phrases for her studies fed into her ears through her earbuds, until seeing Fy...Mason, and feeling her eyes growing large. Tapping her ear, and picking up another cup of hot chocolate as she walks over toward the trio with a soft warm laugh in her throat.
”Once was a coincidence Mason, but each time I meet you out and about you seem to have yet another new beauty by your side. Surely you cannot keep calling it a coincidence for long.” Turning her eyes to the new one around them as the laughter dies out, eyes rapidly moving over the golden resonance upon her and turning into a soft look, eyes darting back to Mason in a silent verificational look that this woman was indeed not trouble and back to her. ”It´s a pleasure to meet you, name´s Aella, or Aella Rosechylde to be more precise, please call me Rose or Aella at will.”

Lastly looking over to Aurora with a light tilt of her head as she stretches out the hand with the fresh cup of chocolate towards her.
”Finding anything of interest?”

[Chambers]

Among such a eclectic and varied, array of people and items the chance of something supernal or magical slipping into the event was very very slim but never zero. Part of why he liked coming here. And so When his unseen sense pick up on something the sensation equal parts excitement and paranoia causes him to stop in the moment.

That it was Aurora who approached him and seemed to be the source of it was no disappointment, she was good company, and while dressing to blend in certainly rocked the look much as she did whatever she choose to wear. It's something he attributes to the confidence the shaman effortless exudes. He returns the smile warmly. "Nothing I would take home yet. There are some nice lockable cabinets that have caught my eye but getting them out of here would be a challenge." One of the few downsides to not driving on the roads being that public transport was not so well inclined to being subbed in as furniture haulage. "I see the same isn't true for you, What have you happened across?" Indicating the book wit ha nod.

The Scottish accent had not been one he had expected to run into. So she found her way here already did she. Good taste. Although it did present a minor element of clarifications as surely both shaman and enchanter would be sensing each others spells right about now or out right seeing them if one or either had sight up. "Alice, good to see you, it didn't take you long to find one of my favourite things about the city it would appear." His smile still warm, his tone friendly. "Are you settling in well all in all?" Trusting Aurora to be more then smart enough to pick up on the context. As the question to who Aurora is comes out it levees a bit of quandary for the Moros not knowing how much she liked being said in public, either of them for that point. "This is a club member you have yet to meet." That much would be apparent n the end regardless of how much they choose to keep reserved. "Alice here is our most recent transfer." This he says to Aurora providing the barest of Context for the mages to introduce themselves.

And then Skye joins, in what was easily the most conservative outfit he had ever seen the alluring Sharman in. "I assure you coincidence is all it is on my part." Fate after all had its own agenda. But he was starting to feel a little conspicuous by virtue of as Skye put he he was in the company of now three very attractive people. "Something seems different about you?" Unable to place it for the moment. The lack of green. A curious but smart change. Turning to look among the stalls and things on sale. "Anything here standing out to you?" Skye after all usually had something of a unique perspective.

[Aurora]

It wasn’t the girl’s eye-catching looks that drew the Shamans attention, but that sense that tickled down her spine. She was part of their community, now if this was a good thing or not remained to be seen, but seeing how she knew Chambers, there was a good chance it was good.

Grey eyes look to the obviously not American transfer, “Madison.” A small part didn’t want to offer up a name, as none was offered up. But she was in a good mood and had made some good finds today so she plays nice.

Spotting Skye, a warm smile was offered as she approached. And when did she get a complicated sleeper name? Did she miss a memo?

Gladly accepting the offered cup, “Oh! You know the way to a woman’s heart! Thank you.” Taking a careful sip, “Found a book in Spanish, Josh had mentioned wanting to learn and I offered to help, and one written in Arabic. But that’s it so far. And yourself?”

To Chambers, “I have my Jeep, depending on the size, could probably fit something decent sized in it. Pop the top off if it’s too tall.” It was an offer. The Jeep wasn’t a truck, but it could haul things, more then her sports car could. “Spanish for Josh, Arabic for myself. They’re pretty old, were probably sitting in someone’s attic or something, but their loss!” looking quite happy with her find.

“Well welcome to Sacramento! Hope you’re settling in ok.”

[Thirteen]

A lot happened rather quickly. As soon as she greeted Mason and his acquaintance, another attractive blonde showed up! Several new names were thrown around, and Thirteen could feel her social batteries start to drain. Still, she was nothing if not stubborn, so she stuck to the interaction.

'Madison's' spells were as blatant as her own, though much stronger. She could respect the guts in not hiding one's magical talents, just as she knew the value of subtlety. However, this Aella, or Rose, or Rosechylde, or whatever else she wanted to be called in public?

2 fails and a win

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2025-01-31 19:56:52	Thirteen rolls 1 to Sense Cloaked 3: Reflexive Wits 3 + Occult 1 -8 (10 Again, Chance)	3	failure
2025-01-31 19:56:08	Thirteen rolls 1 to Sense Cloaked 2: Reflexive Wits 3 + Occult 1 - 6 (10 Again, Chance)	10, 8	1 success
2025-01-31 19:55:28	Thirteen rolls 1 to Sense Cloaked 1: Reflexive Wits 3 + Occult 1 - 6 (10 Again, Chance)	5	failure

Yeah, there was something there. Rose was hiding stuff like Chambers. So be it.

"Mm, aye. As he said, call me Alice. Nice to meet you. Thanks for the welcome," she gave a brisk nod to the two women, then sipped from her coffee cup. It always felt awkward, trying to talk with a group of people who clearly already knew each other fairly well. The Enchanter was the odd one out, and the common paranoia cautiousness of the Awakened was to be expected, even if it made her feel like more of an outsider. At least the Moros and the First Hot Blonde Shaman was trying to give her an opportunity to join the conversation.

"I am, Mason. All settled, that is. Place to live, local bureaucracy shit dealt with." She nodded again, then grumbled, "Can't believe I have to buy my own health insurance here." Then she shook her head, "Sorry, not the time to be complaining. All's gone pretty smooth, honestly."

The Libertine looked around before circling back to Chamber's earlier statement about the faire, "Oh, aye. I like the old stuff. Some old stuff, anyway. The clothes and maybe the vinyls. Vintage can be fun." And one never knew if one might spot something with a touch of destiny tied to it.

[Skye]

Playfully shrugging at Chambers continued refusal.
”If thats what you wanna call it, still a lucky trait to have.” Then again I would get nothing done like that so maybe not. ”I know, I know.” Sighing as she raises her free hand with a light wave off. ”I am actually dressed for the weather, dreadful ain´t it, it feels almost weird to be dressed this chaste.”

Placing her hand upon the right side of her chest with a feigned step back of surprise as the cup was accepted.
”Aww do not tease a wounded heart with such fair words.” Changing her lips into a soft smile whilst keeping her eyes in a perfectly neutral state as they land on first Chambers. ”There were some tools of potential bone that spoke to me, but I am not sure if they were bone or made to look like bones, didn´t look carefully.” And shifting her eyes over to Aurora. ”And this one I think Chinese medical journal, clearly a newer print but it looked copied of something more authentic. I am not sure though, I do not read the language that well.” Tilting her head to try and see the books a bit better. ”Sounds lovely, nothing like an intriguing book.”

Spinning with a warm smile offered to the new arrival, taking the hints provided from the Moros councilor to grasp enough about her to at least let some guards down.
”Welcome to Sacramento, I hope you will like it here Alice.” Wait thats the first time we have had dual names here whilst I have been here, ohh well nicknames it is. ”You like vinyl records? What genre of music do you prefer on them, I have been wanting to find some records on an old vinyl and a newly made one to be able to closely monitor the difference but have not managed to find one as of yet.” Nor have I had a player since I left home.

[Chambers]

A shake of the head is given to Aurora offer but smiling still. "That's very kind but then I would need to find somewhere to put it. And I am rather limited on space." The old wooden chest and trunks held quite the appeal, a lot more so then the plastic and metal variations of the modern day. "I'd be buying it for buying sake." Although the order wing can always use some storage. But that wasn't his call alone to make. "There's a chap who sells locks here some months if I spot thing I would like to pick up a few." Regularly changing the locks was a safety precaution. A casual look is given to the books not wanting to pry to deeply, and besides he didn't speak either language. "That's part of the charm of this place who knows what has been buried in attic, garages and basements just waiting to surface." Part of what had first drawn him to the faire. "Their loss then." Sure the trade and barter means the seller came away with something but what was brought had more value to the buyer in such cases.

Hands disappear into the pockets of his long coat, he might be wearing gloves but it was still a brisk day. "Good none of that gave you trouble." It had been fairly straight forward if tedious when he moved. That was years ago now, no grantee it stayed the same. "I'm sure a few lessons in caring for the self, can make life, a bit cheaper on the insurance front." He was not talking about discount or premiums of course but rather a veiled statement about the arcana able to patch injuries and cure diseases. Although as a Moros the stereotype of being able to make gold from well anything meant his path rarely suffered from finical hardships. Chuckling a little at the libertine's correction about only some old stuff being liked. "Old things, vintage as you say." A word he often associated with inflated prices more then anything. "Can also be storied." Nodding to an old acoustic guitar. "That for example, why is carved with that pattern?" The harlequin diamonds were a choice for sure. "Where did that scratch come from? why is it missing a string?" Not being musically inclined he had little actual interest in the object but it serves the example well enough. "There are several vinyl stalls in this maze, anything in particular your looking for?" Music while varied in taste was a good ice breaking topic.

Skye's talk of tools has him a little more interest, bone objects having that special significance to his path after all. "If you buy any and need them checked I can get them authenticated fairly easily." It would take seconds in truth. "It's no bad thing to dress for the weather." It made her stand out just a little less. But that wasn't what he had picked up on.

[Aurora]

Oh, another Alice, easy enough to remember then, “Nice to meet you too Alice.” And from the helmet, another motorcycle rider. Her and Phoenyx were going to get along well then. Well, hopefully.

A shrug, “Complaining doesn’t bother me, feel free.” If you can’t complain around friendly company, who can you complain around? “But glad to hear you’re settled in, one of the most annoying things about moving in my opinion.” It was why she traveled light when moving around.

Smirking to Skye, “Hey, you’re the one offering chocolate.” Of which a sip was taken. The mention of a book, “Hmm, haven’t studied that language too much, might be worth picking up to study at a later date, might get me started anyways.” Nodding, “Figured the Spanish book would give me a chance to help a friend and pick up another language as well.” She did tell him she’d help him. Spanish hadn’t been on her list, but, why not.

“Ah, the age-old problem, you want it, but you have space for it. Hate when that happens. Well, if you change your mind before they get sold and event ends, let me know.” There was always the Order wing.

Then the talk turns, and she simply listens, sipping her drink, observing.