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

[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.]