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cityofhex2017-01-03 08:45 pm
modmachine) wrote in cityofhex2017-01-03 08:45 pm
WEEK 04
Weather: If you ask the residents, it's freezing, though it technically hasn't dropped that low yet. A rather nasty rainstorm does pick up steam late Tuesday and last well into Thursday night, however, so it might be a little justified on the part of the unfortunate souls stuck out in it.
Moon phase: Monday the 21st is the last-quarter moon, and the crescent is hidden behind clouds until Friday night.
Carried on from last week: After Ryoji and Kitty open an Underworld gate, the ice from the week before melts away over the next day or so, unsealing the rest of them. The thickly-built man can still be found watching the construction site, though no further strange accidents occur.
It's Black Friday Somewhere - the Goblin Market:
On Wednesday night, flyers start getting tacked up in weird places; the ink used in them is an ancient sort that runs in the rain, but if you can manage to find one that's intact, it speaks of an open exchange of goods... But the location is left mysterious. Those with any kind of supernatural sight, however, will find that the running ink leaves behind a quite useful map when the flyer is taken down.
The Goblin Market sets itself up in the early hours of Friday morning that can technically be called Thursday night, booths full of oddities going up in the central park while the last of the raindrops still sprinkle through the trees. The market is separated from the rest of the park by three strange gates set around the perimeter, all of them formed of two poles strung with flowers. Passing through them causes a strange sensation like stepping through the surface of a pool; inside the market, Changeling masks are disabled, and other illusions have difficulty working properly. Only the Covers created by the God-Machine, whether they belong to angel or demon, remain unaffected.
Almost anything can be found here for the right price, if you know who to talk to or just wander around long enough, and there are changelings on the ground practically from the moment the stalls are set up. The market is open for roughly 24 hours.
A few highlights;
EVERYTHING ELSE:
The Hunt is On: The day after the goblin market brings an unusual number of gun-wielding farmers into town - as well as their richer, fancier counterparts. There seems to be some tension between the two groups of hunters; those who spot an encounter between the two near the central parks can almost feel it in the air.At nightfall, the two groups assemble at opposite ends of the park, and chase... something through the grounds that previously hosted the Goblin Market. Though it seems to be a competition, neither group is successful in taking their quarry.
Spooky Scary: Network Zero goes through bursts of activity, and it’s started bursting again with rumors of one particular warehouse in the Sixth being haunted. Indeed, anyone who wanders over towards it can find a scruffy-looking Cameraman with a handheld camcorder poking behind boxes and trying to catch… something on camera.
Long Nights at Church:The greeter normally stationed outside St. Madeleine's church belltower seems uneasy, glancing up at the empty tower repeatedly throughout the weeknight services. Finally, on Sunday night, after all the human worshippers have gone home, she takes one of the largest of the handbells from holiday practice and takes it up the tower, ringing it twelve times at midnight. Over the course of the next few hours, several other dwellers of the night climb the steps and make their confessionals into the empty space, each ringing the bell when they have finished.
Moon phase: Monday the 21st is the last-quarter moon, and the crescent is hidden behind clouds until Friday night.
Carried on from last week: After Ryoji and Kitty open an Underworld gate, the ice from the week before melts away over the next day or so, unsealing the rest of them. The thickly-built man can still be found watching the construction site, though no further strange accidents occur.
It's Black Friday Somewhere - the Goblin Market:
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The Goblin Market sets itself up in the early hours of Friday morning that can technically be called Thursday night, booths full of oddities going up in the central park while the last of the raindrops still sprinkle through the trees. The market is separated from the rest of the park by three strange gates set around the perimeter, all of them formed of two poles strung with flowers. Passing through them causes a strange sensation like stepping through the surface of a pool; inside the market, Changeling masks are disabled, and other illusions have difficulty working properly. Only the Covers created by the God-Machine, whether they belong to angel or demon, remain unaffected.
Almost anything can be found here for the right price, if you know who to talk to or just wander around long enough, and there are changelings on the ground practically from the moment the stalls are set up. The market is open for roughly 24 hours.
A few highlights;
- The Boss: Whoever this guy is, he's Big News. Dressed in what seems to be a suit made entirely of burlap sacks, he has a glittering woman on each arm wherever he goes in the market. The expressions on the women are dazed and dreamy; they sigh periodically. Three glittering children follow after him, occasionally being sent on errands for this or that in the market, and they'll stop long enough to wave if they come across Kitty before going back to work. Occasionally, their boss pulls a glittering beetle or some other insect out from the folds of his suit... and eats it.
- A pair of horned shopkeepers share a stall; one sells a variety of engraved weapons, and the other, star charts. Occasionally, the astronomer glances up at the sky and scribbles something down in a notebook in his lap. Strangely, though their booth has no cover, nothing within seems at any risk of getting wet, and the blade-seller can occasionally be seen flicking water away with his fingers. A banner across the front of their stall proclaims 'PROPHECIES CHEAP.'
- A large enclosure is home to a number of strange animals, ranging from small birds whose voices induce synesthesia, to glittering insects (not unlike the ones someone else at the market is snacking on), to chimeras, to a single, inexplicably normal giraffe. Every couple of hours, the animal seller has to leave to chase down one of several pink puppies that attempt to escape his notice and run freely through the market.
- At dawn and sunset, a golden-haired Fairest ascends the small stage in the back corner to sing. When she does, almost all the market goes still to listen to her voice. The only person who seems capable of moving is her black-wrapped companion; only his eyes are visible, and he rolls them regularly, but no one seems willing to test him by approaching the woman he accompanies.
- A young woman sells gears that are clearly ripped off pieces of Infrastructure, for those who know what to look for. She doesn't seem concerned by the fact that a number of them are covered in blood or other fluids, or by the single angel who is doing a very poor job of finding excuses to walk past her booth repeatedly. Closer inspection will reveal that her dark 'skin' is in fact entirely made of wood, and gears like those she sells have been carefully embedded in it.
- There is an informational booth from the local university, which seems to be accepting payment for winter tuition in whatever barter people have brought. It is by fair the most mundane-looking set of tables in the place, except for the slowly-growing collection of odd payments behind the registrar. Her assistant, a tired-looking adjunct professor, appears to be human, and occasionally rubs his eyes and mutters to himself over some of the stranger applicants.
- A certain Art Student from said university, who is distinctly staying as far away from that booth as possible, and instead looking at a half-a-table full of magically bright pigments. It might be a bit difficult to recognize her, though, with the hood high around her head blocking most of her face from view and the streaks of temporary pink dye in her bangs.
- A girl of about twelve, running about the market unsupervised, occasionally produces a strand of her gleaming silver hair to trade for seemingly worthless items. By day's end, these strands are one of the most in-demand pieces of merchandise in the market.
- A creature that looks like nothing so much as it does a metal statue of an antelope harshly appraises goblin fruit at the various stalls offering such. In the late afternoon, one seller takes issue with this assessment, and attempts to start a fight, but passes through the creature as though it were air. In fact, the goblin fruit seem to be the only thing that it can touch.
EVERYTHING ELSE:
The Hunt is On: The day after the goblin market brings an unusual number of gun-wielding farmers into town - as well as their richer, fancier counterparts. There seems to be some tension between the two groups of hunters; those who spot an encounter between the two near the central parks can almost feel it in the air.At nightfall, the two groups assemble at opposite ends of the park, and chase... something through the grounds that previously hosted the Goblin Market. Though it seems to be a competition, neither group is successful in taking their quarry.
Spooky Scary: Network Zero goes through bursts of activity, and it’s started bursting again with rumors of one particular warehouse in the Sixth being haunted. Indeed, anyone who wanders over towards it can find a scruffy-looking Cameraman with a handheld camcorder poking behind boxes and trying to catch… something on camera.
Long Nights at Church:The greeter normally stationed outside St. Madeleine's church belltower seems uneasy, glancing up at the empty tower repeatedly throughout the weeknight services. Finally, on Sunday night, after all the human worshippers have gone home, she takes one of the largest of the handbells from holiday practice and takes it up the tower, ringing it twelve times at midnight. Over the course of the next few hours, several other dwellers of the night climb the steps and make their confessionals into the empty space, each ringing the bell when they have finished.
Casper | Open
There's someone new around today. A teenager wanders through downtown, a raven either perched on his shoulder or flying nearby. He's not trying to gawk, but it's hard when there's so many new things. Not that he's never been to a city, but it's been a while since he's seen one like this that isn't so... damaged.
A few people keep staring at him due to the bird, but he doesn't pay attention to them. Anyone nearby who has any sort of association with death will get long stares, and those with heightened senses of hearing will hear a slight mechanical click as he walks.
[Market Day]
Casper is slightly overjoyed when he finds one of the weird flyers, and keeps bustling about in the market. He's not buying anything - not yet, at least - but he's definitely enjoying the strangeness. He's gotten a few offers for his raven, but he's not giving up Bob. Bob does not seem thrilled with the offers, and sticks close to Casper. Anyone who can understand raven-speech will be able to hear them chatting to each other, though most of Casper's speech is in English.
New Kid
Her curiosity picked, she turns around once she's a few people away - vanishing in a crowd and slipping through it fast are both easy tasks when you're half as tall as everyone else - and then she follows him, the scent aside also quickly noticing how bad he is at not being conspicuous. She has to think of the guy with the colourless eyes. Such a scent - she can identify it now: clean, fresh earth - shouldn't stick to a human. If he's human. Which you can never be sure of here, apparently, especially if people smell weird. But the people who smell weird tend to do their best to not stand out, and running around with a raven and staring at the area like it's new...
Nothing is conclusive here. But it would be nice to know if she's not the only person who doesn't belong here. And maybe he would know a way back.
She finally catches up with him when the throng of people thins too much for her to still stay hidden.
"Hey."
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I'm so glad I got a paid earlier today because this is the perfect icon for this tag
He tends to get that reaction, yes.
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New Kid
The sense coming off of this guy is... really, really weird. And very death-y, so naturally it gets Ryoji and Thanatos's attention. Thanatos flares up, frustrated by its own confusion, but Ryoji is much better at putting on a smile. It's probably for the best he's the only one most people see.
He approaches Casper, looking politely concerned. "Hi! Are you alright?"
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Market Day
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Goblin Market | open
She's not here to buy anything (though she might be idly poking around to see if someone is selling tinted contact lenses), she's here because it is new and shiny and there is much commotion and a lot to see.
When she comes across the three shiny children and they wave at her, she waves back at them and then quickly melts into the crowd, though she follows the little group around a bit, curious to glance more about their boss, though she'll try to melt back into the crowd if she thinks that they're about to spot her again.
The stall with the gears products and the animals catch her interest especially, and she can be found for prolonged amounts of time peering at their offerings from the two-metre distance that announces that she's not interested in buying anything but darn, your goods are shiny. In a different part of the market, she will thus recognize one of the escaped pink puppies and set out to try and catch it. Maybe she'll take it back and get something for that (no, really it's just a tiny thing running around that totally makes her to go jump get it, but let's pretend this is all a cognitive decision).
After the Fairest is done, she sticks her fingers in her ears and turns them around a bit, like someone trying to get a nasty sound out of their ear. It's not that it was bad, it's just that she never understood why people paid money to get people use magic on them in the context of concerts or shows. It's creepy to her, one of those human things that don't make sense. Why do people like to have their minds altered like that? If someone passes by her, they might hear her muttering something that is not intelligible because it is a bastard of various languages from her home world, but the content of stupid elves and their artificial making things more pretty probably still comes along to some degree.
She'll also stop to critically stare the art student for minutes on end until she has figured out why she looked vaguely familiar in an unfamiliar place, before waving at her and skipping away once the problem is solved - unless someone interrupts or stops her, of course.
And between all that, she can just found wandering around, looking at everything, except for a timeframe of perhaps one hour when she just sits down in a corner and rests, lazily watching the people pass by.
Looking at the gear stuff
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It makes it easier to see that there's actually a rip in the side of his face, like something cut him, only there's no blood that drips out. Instead, it's little black sparkles, like stars made out of darkness. He doesn't seem to notice it, much less feel pain from it, and he smiles at people as if it isn't even there. He doesn't notice Kitty at first, either. As far as he's aware, he only met her the once, on Halloween, so she doesn't stand out to him the way he might, to her.
Of course, being six and a half feet tall and then some helps with his "standing out", too.
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Long Nights at Church + Goblin Market | open
Malin hears the bell ringing the first night around and follows it, and the second night when she hears it again and follows up she decides to hide out on the roof and watch what is going on the next couple of nights.
So there will be an undead owl perching in a hidden spot where she can nonetheless see the area where the bell should be, observing the confessionals and subsequent bell ringing.
Goblin Market
Malin goes because there is nothing else to do, and then once she's inside ...she doesn't relax, because this is weird and something that she has never seen before and thus doesn't know how to navigate, but at the same time she at least doesn't have to worry about the Masquerade here.
She still keeps her hood up and the scarf drawn high, and for a good while simply wanders around, stopping at stalls briefly to overhear other people's bartering or inspect what the stalls are offering, but always moving on before someone can talk her into buying something.
She'll stop if someone addresses her (unless it is Hajime, in which case she will glare at him and breeze past him, figuring that this is not a good place to start a fight), but otherwise just continue wandering around for a while.
Until she returns to a stall that sells various obviously magical clothes and just stands there awkwardly, trying to figure out if any of them might be doing what she needs. Make her look human again. It's a quiet hope, no more, and she's trying to tuck it away in a corner because she is sure that it will be disappointed, but that guy who smelled like a dog looked human, too, in anything but smell... It has to be possible, somehow.
The problem is that she has absolutely no idea what she is even looking for, besides what it's function should be.
Goblin Market
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Ryoji is mostly just wandering around the Goblin Market for the heck of it- while he's sure he could find some of the waters of the Underworld, he's pretty sure buying them is defeating the purpose for his current venture. But it's fun to look around, and who knows? Maybe he'll find something interesting! (Hopefully it won't be too expensive- it's always dangerous to get attached to something without knowing how much it costs here.)
And sometimes, those things he's interested in are puppies. "Awww, look at you!" he coos at one of the escape dogs, bending down to let it sniff at his hand, "Where did you come from?" Usually you wouldn't expect a dog to answer, but he's not sure it won't.
Some new friends (NPC encounters needed)
The Fairest and her singing does get his attention... but of course, he completely avoids her to talk to the mysterious cloaked figure. "Hi! What's your name?" ...He has to be a little more careful about just giving out his own name, here.
Though, there is someone he knows here as well. He's kind of surprised and also kind of not, once he finally gets a good look at the girl's face when she's focusing in on paints, but Thanatos can help with that a bit. He slides up next to her, looking over the paints. "Wow, these are really pretty! Are you gonna get any?" Said as if this is a totally normal place to run into someone.
Haunted House (maybe an NPC??? idk)
The warehouse has been on Ryoji's radar as well, and he goes and checks up on it (and the no longer frozen Gates) every so often. He's less interested in what the camerman's up to (though Thanatos is kind of fussy about him) and more interested in seeing if it's actually haunted. It's pretty easy to find him wandering around it, periodically sitting on the floor quietly in the middle of and debating whether or not he should try and trigger a vision.
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...maybe he should leave before he's noticed...
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And has absolutely no idea what to do with it. She's a cat, dogs are... y'know. (Very obviously a cat right now that her mask has failed and looking at her surroundings she figured that contacts wouldn't be necessary, so that in the dim lightning most of her eyes are reflective yellow, and the slightly odd form of her eyes stands out much more.)
"Hey!" She wanders over to where Ryoji is, holding the puppy that she just caught in both hands, and stops next to where he is. "You got one, too." She's still undecided what to do with hers. Technically, she knows where they go, but since they aren't there any more...
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PUPPIES
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one is silver
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and the other gold
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Nitou | Open
With Changeling masks not working right now, Nitou looks like a bipedal lion with bull-like horns sprouting from his forehead. But upon closer inspection, one might see a patch of feathers, a shiny patch of dolphin-like skin, or some green patch of reptillian scales. Nitou's clothing covers the worst of it, but this chimera is definitely made up of more than just two animals. He's perfectly at ease at this market, calling out hellos to people he knows and happily (and loudly) bartering with shopkeepers. He seems primarily interested in acquiring goblin fruit, and he's having varying degrees of success bartering both mayonnaise and the weird little bits and bobs he finds as he goes about his hoboing lifestyle.
After a while, he can be found up in the trees in the area, meticulously collecting raindrops from them in a little bottle. He's never found in an oak tree, and he'll only be found in yew trees later in the day.
[Let My People Go]
At one point, he'll also show up in front of the animal enclosure. "Hey! Hey! What are you doing, selling chimeras in there? They got rights and feelings and stuff!
Why, yes, he's trying to start something with the shopkeeper.
[Concert Time]
You'd best believe Nitou's going to listen to that golden-haired Fairest doing the singing. He is a very attentive member of the audience, and there's quite a bit of loud, almost-roaring applause out of him. He means well, but what is decorum?
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Look, he's recognized that there are varying degrees of weird here. He doesn't want to like... turn his Horror pink or something because he ate the wrong thing.
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Hey.
Annnd she'll start to climb up his side as soon as she has his attention, just so nobody thinks that they just found a free kitten.
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Hajime | Open
Hajime knows good and well what the Infrastructure is. He's also pretty sure he knows what the guy who keeps making repeated excuses to pass by the booth is. Got to be careful.
He'll remember everything he sees; he only needs to visit once, casually, as though he's just a normal human. He keeps a curious expression on his face as he approaches. "...so what is all this stuff, anyway?"
[Goblin Market General]
Hajime knows better than to bring his camera to something like this. The reactions to the bonfire on the beach photography had been bad enough, but this was even more overtly strange. He supposes he should feel more at home, but he does not. He's distracted enough observing things that he has for the moment forgotten to try to give himself a proper curious human expression, which just might give him the impression of one who has done things like this so many times before that it's lost some of the novelty. Not what he's going for, but he should have thought of that before going in.
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People who she doesn't want to run into in this city ...okay, that list is far longer, but in the end the only named item on it is the aggressive bug guy.
Either way, Hajime gets a glare whenever they cross paths, but she'll try to stay away from him. This seems like the worst place to start a fight, and going by earlier interactions that's probably what will happen.
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Corwin has heard of this, and upon pulling down the ruined flier and seeing the map, can only be excited about it. He decides this is worth calling in sick at work for the first time ever, and so shows up bright and early (that is, just before dawn) with a bag full of random odds and ends that a garbage collector comes across that he doesn't need personally, bits of home-made (and not necessarily very good) food in colorful wrappers, and some of the results of his alchemical experiments. He stays all day long, as long as the market is open.
He browses the stalls, looking for new reagents to try, particularly anything related to light. He lingers at the animal enclosure as long as the proprietor lets him, and as long as it takes for the animals to get unsettled at his presence, and visits the "prophecies cheap" booth with the question, "What do you prophecy, and what counts as 'cheap'?"
He'll be anywhere and everywhere, as well, should anyone want to run into him there, keeping an eye out for faces he knows-- though he, too, keeps well away from the University's booth, just to make sure he doesn't upset the poor human behind the counter.
II. Everything Else
Most of Corwin's nights after the market are spent busily working on experiments at home, but he makes sure to be available at places he thinks Avere might loiter around sunset, and leaves the newly installed doggie door (on his side door, leading into the kitchen) open for Malin should she want to stop by and/or spend her days in a safer place than the open air or an abandoned building. She will have to endure the occasional smell wafting from a cooking potion or melting metal, however, should she do so.
His days are, as usual, spent mostly out and about watching people, though he does stop by the warehouse in Sixth once or twice to poke around, because so far everything he's gotten wind of through the network has been at least interesting if not rewarding. Might as well see if that continues.
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In the door stands a young woman of perhaps seventeen, a hesitant smile on her lips, not able to allow herself to hope that this is really working just yet, anxious to learn if it does. She's wearing simple clothes appropriate for her age, jeans, t-shirt, jumper, sneakers.
"Hey."
The voice is unchanged and very clearly Malin's, though.
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rolls prophecy clarity, gets a 1, OOPS
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