The Market Post

[travelagency]

Who: Merchants and You
What: Open Market
When: M12 D14
Where: The Market
Notes & Warnings: Warnings will be in individual thread starters as players see fit. Here is the market OOC post.

The weather is starting to warm from the dead of winter, but it's still cool out. The morning in the market is foggy, too, so the warmer food is still getting a lot of attention. Soups and hot teas and cocoa (refined from the beans gathered in the planet's jungles).

After the recent efforts to clean up the town and the brief increased access to other universes, vendors there are a lot of vegetables brought in from that, too. This has been the first time in a long time there has been such a variety so take advantage of the displays. There are also people that have been trying out the potion samples here and there, doing things like attempting to set themselves on fire or inhale water. Luckily 99% of them are stopping when they're warned when their timer is running out.

There is the odd idiot that doesn't know how to hold his magic. Injuries won't be grave when they do happen, just incredibly stupid.

If anyone who helped investigate swamps wants to talk to travel agents about potential trips home, this is the chance to do it. Remember that you can also take visitors with you when the time comes around.

Comments

[impossibilities]

[Grainne looks surprised, and then thoughtful.] A type of plant? I may be able to help locating such a thing, or seeing where it may have grown. With all the bounties I have found I am getting familiar with the plant life... And I have experience with ancient cultures. Do you think it would help?

[most_feared]

That's not a bad idea. But you'd have to talk to the museum to find out more- all the research was on their end.

[impossibilities]

I might think about it. Say, Kay... have you had a good home cooked meal recently?

[Beware, K. She's going to use you for a guinea pig.}

[most_feared]

[He's eaten alien food, so he probably won't die. He's also eaten vending cart food. But he'll at least tell her if it needs work.]

Not recently, no. I don't cook much myself.

[impossibilities]

Oh, good. I am hoping to put together a breakfast get together, and I needed some practice...

I have been curious to try things other people eat as part of their culture, so I thought it would not be fair if I did not offer something in return.

[most_feared]

I know what a lot of cultures eat. So trying something new won't be too much of a problem. I gotta do it as part of my job.

[He shrugged a little, tilting his head to the side.]

I can't promise I'll like it. But I'll try most things at least once.

[impossibilities]

I would hope not, improving a recipe needs an honest heart and not one that pretends to like a catastrophe.

[She smiles then, tilting her head.]

And one day, I will find out what you do. It isn't like that American secret police thing, is it?

[most_feared]

Not exactly, no. [He's not made a secret of it here- there's not point in it. Aliens are everywhere, at least. But that doesn't mean talking about it or not talking about it isn't an easy habit to break.]

What did you do? Back at your home.

[impossibilities]

Oh... I suppose I should watch more television.

[She doesn't seem deterred at all, but she does make a squeak of surprise when he asks.]

Me? I am a ghost.

[most_feared]

[He doesn't elaborate on the similarity or lack of similarity to tv. He abandons it for now, instead turning his attention back to her.] No no. I mean, back before you were a ghost. What did you do?

[There had to be a time when she was alive, right?]

[impossibilities]

[It takes her a moment to answer, not because she doesn't want to, but because even with her knowledge of the modern era, it's difficult to translate.]

We did not really have jobs as in the modern world. Many people had two or three occupations. Anything needed to fill a role in the community.

[She makes a small noise in her throat.]

I suppose Wander's definition is as good as any. I could have been called a witch or a doctor, as primitive as our medicine was.

[most_feared]

How long ago was that.

[The modern world. It's such a funny term, here. It's far from "modern". It's beyond modern. Futuristic even. She must feel very out of place.]

So that was your specialty. What eventually happened to you? [It's a blunt question, but never something she's ever mentioned or brought up.]

[impossibilities]

[The question is perhaps, not totally unexpected, but it does make her pause.

Every time she is asked something like that, it only reminds her of her own failure, and the leftover instincts from the war, to hide who she was, always felt like a good, safe excuse.]

Before the Romans left Britain. I died, of course. Everyone does eventually, except those few that were never really human in the first place.

[most_feared]

That's a hell of a long time. [He says as if she didn't know that. But it's always interesting to see someone realizing the scope of that.]

You're probably up in age with some of the Gallifreyans here.

What was the time period you left?

[impossibilities]

It is very hard to put dates to it, since we did not use the same calendar, and historians are very divided when exactly it was by the Roman calendar. I understand most of our history is told in distorted legend or by Romans with their own agendas.

[Folding her arms, she pauses for a long while thinking over what she's said to others before, and adds,]

Let me see... Hadrian's Wall was well known when I was born, perhaps a hundred years completed. News of the Library of Alexandria had reached us even there, albeit as stories from travelers and traders. My nephew, Fiacha, was on the throne, making war with his nephews when I was very old. [She had been a hermit by then, but not deaf.] Camelot had not yet risen, druids were at the height of their power, and archery was a rare thing in the isles.

Does that help?

[Truthfully, she wonders how well K would parse that. He didn't look like a scholar, but people had a way of surprising her.]