WEEK 04

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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;

• 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.

Comments

[notachickenhawk]

"... Well, I'm just trying to figure out what it does. Stuff that heals would be good. I don't want to get poisoned because it doesn't work for me." He really just kind of wandered here out of curiosity, honestly. And maybe he can make a good bargain with his stuff.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"That stuff over there will fix you up then--" there's a gesture at one variety of fruit, "But it might make you go a little loopy after for a bit, that's normal. And that stuff there's good for energy."

[notachickenhawk]

"Loopy how?" He peeks into his backpack for a moment... yeah he's got some electronic parts here that might be good for trade. A few books, too. It should be good for something, and with seeing the Strix again recently, it'd be good to be prepared.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Kind of like walking in a waking dream for a few hours, not too bad." Nitou shrugs. "I kind of don't go for that one, myself.

[notachickenhawk]

"Oh. I can deal with that. I'm pretty good with dreams." Nightmares, usually, but dreams all the same.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Eh, some dreams are nastier than others." Dreams of Arcadia? Thanks, but no thanks.

[notachickenhawk]

"Oh, I know." He can't help but grin a tiny bit. He's not afraid of monsters in dreams anymore. "It still sounds pretty worth it."

[infinitemayonnaise]

Nitou comes quite close to literally roaring with laughter. "Then knock yourself out, kid! Put some mayonnaise on it, it's better that way."

Spoilers: this is Nitou's advice for every food everywhere, no exceptions.

[notachickenhawk]

"... Why mayonnaise?" Thanks for taking him entirely out of the moment, Nitou.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Because mayonnaise is only the best food ever!" Nitou nods at this fact of facts. "It makes everything better!"

[notachickenhawk]

"... Not sure if I agree, but it's not like I can blame you for having a favorite food." As long as it's not like... babies or something.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Mayonnaise is so the best food!" Nitou insists. "Compliments the flavor of everything."

[notachickenhawk]

"... I don't really have a favorite food." If it's edible, he'll usually eat it, unless it's really something horrifically disgusting.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Then you gotta keep eating until you find it!" This makes perfect sense to Nitou. He feels sorry for the food-shaped void in your life, strange person.

[notachickenhawk]

He laughs a little bit and shrugs. "I just want enough food to keep existing. I can't usually get the kind of deals it looks like I can get here."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"But you gotta treat yourself sometimes!" Nitou insists. "You only live once--why not make it nice every once in a while?"

[notachickenhawk]

"I mean... I like a lot of fast food, but it's just kind of food." Nitou, you're weird. Why so insistent?

[infinitemayonnaise]

"That's because you clearly haven't eaten enough." Nitou nods. "Or you need to experiment more with condiments."

This is very important! Because Nitou is a weirdo.

[notachickenhawk]

"Or need better food in general." It's fine, though. He's used to it by now.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Sometimes," Nitou says, bringing the full force of his ancient hobo wisdom to bear, "condiments can make the difference between eating out of the trash and eating something semi-edible."

[notachickenhawk]

"True. It's still not great for you if it's been in the trash, though."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Hey, if it's still in the wrapper, odds are good you're only gonna have to deal with, like, one bite taken out of it." Nitou shrugs. "A little mayo makes it easy to forget."

[notachickenhawk]

"It doesn't really kill off any viruses or bacteria that might make you sick." Would not recommend, it's kind of hard to hunt when you're pooping up a storm.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"I don't worry about that!" Nitou says cheerfully. "I got a cast-iron stomach."

[notachickenhawk]

"Not all of us are that lucky." He shrugs a little, adjusting his backpack. "But I have to hunt for food and for other kinds of things... it's a pain trying to hunt twice in a day."