the_last_resort | The Market Post

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The Market Post

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.

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The community here. It is a little hard to explain... the people may not be family to each other like a homestead, but they work hard for each other and rely on each other. The world is wild and unpredictable. It is closer to what I knew than how my home is now.

[She takes a small bite, and then adds;]

And what about you? Are you settled as well?

Edited 2015-04-08 22:38 (UTC)

Not really, no.

[It's sort of a flat admission. The place never feels like home to him. Not quite right.]

But I think it was more important for you to be. I got a job I gotta go back to one day.

One day. Hm, I would say that sounds as if you are planning to stay for a while longer. [Shaking her hair a bit, she hides a mischievous smile.]

Are you certain that you are not settling a little bit? It is often the home we do not expect to find ourselves in that the best memories are made.

I'd get back to it sooner but Zed is insisting I need to stay for a while.

I don't know why. I didn't ask. [And now he's thinking the MiB is just trying to understand how it's affecting alternate timelines and creating them there.]

I'm pretty sure. No offense. Most of my best memories are attached to my job. Or they're sorta in the background- I can remember them, in a way. When I hear certain voices that make me feel something, or a shape that makes me squint a little harder than usual, makes me want to look closer at it.

[And he has a lot more people back home than he's willing to discuss. Especially Jay.]

Ahhh... [It's a long sound of enlightenment, as if she has figured something very important out.] You are not the type that calls a place home.

I guess that's a good way to put it. I'm real attached to my job.

The good part is here I get some stuff I can take back to it. The spawners could do wonders for us, so the MiB wouldn't have to interfere at all in Earth's resources. It'd be a great call if we could get the authorization to use the technology through respectable and responsible behavior.

I wonder if that is a wise idea with what has happened so far. There is so much we do not understand about the spawners... [She can see his point, but it would be a horrible thing if one suddenly started spawning skeletons.]

What is the MiB?

Nah. It's not the spawners here that make them. Not the ones in town.

Those are simpler and they're well understood. The new ones found, they were made by something else.

Oh? I have not completely paid attention to what has been going on, I suppose. I thought they were all made on the same principle. I'm quite content just going out there hunting.

[She pauses as one of the potion testers ignores a warning about the time limit, and squawks, sputtering after trying to inhale some water.]

I wonder if those potions are anything like the ones I used to make.

I don't know. What ones did you used to make?

Apparently there's something missing from these. The originals had something from this universe that only the people that lived in the huts could find.

Medicinal, but I once in a while could create potions that lent strength and other attributes to the one who drinks it. I wonder if they are preparing the base correctly.

They say there's a plant that they can't find any sign of in the wild, but there are traces of it in the original samples. They can't find a match for it anywhere. The potions that are up there use other ingredients. Sort of a "lite" version, I guess you could say.

[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?

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.

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.}

[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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

[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?]

[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.

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.]

[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.

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