It had been a few months, but it was time again. Workers had pulled together to put up some booths around the park, while picnic tables were dusted off and extra seats put down. Finally, they busied themselves over the banner, hanging it between two trees, announcing to all and sundry that the market... was back in session.
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He sighed contentedly. "Ahhhhhh... This is the life. Not evil -- well, not AS evil -- but simpler. Nicer. Miles away from Danville -- miles? Lots of miles. Maybe even a furlong. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. MILES away from Danville, and the Tri-State Area, my JERK of a brother, and my ex-wife, and Vanessa -- I mean, I LIKE Vanessa, but you know how teenage daughters can get. They're just a handful, and it's tiring, and... I got off-topic again." He sighed again. "Anyway, it's just me and my bratwurst cart. And the BEST part is, NO Perry the Platypus to foil my evil scheme!"
He looked around expectantly. "...I said, NO Perry the Platypus to foil my evil scheme!!!"
He frowned and looked around more. "Where is Perry the Platypus, anyway?"
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Soon, a moddable selection of fine cloths, exotic spices, and fun nick knacks were arranged on the table before him.
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On the table in front of him, there was an assortment of bits and bobs -- tangled antique jewelry in a box here, a crate of old records there, a rack of vintage clothes to one side, a selection of outdated appliance at the far left.
An unusually thorough inspection would reveal several small black spiders under the table, busily, happily spinning webs. Spider might take a moment to say hello.
[OOC: Contents of stall moddable and subject to change at Spider's whim. He is from Anansi Boys.]
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Currently, the man had on display several bottles of 'Soggy Mountain Dew', an odd green liquid. Next to that were a series of meat pies. 'Pies with Personality' he'd call them.
And in the cooker he had behind the booth, well, that was easy. He was announcing it to the world.
"Sausages! Inna bun!"
Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler was out for the sale.
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It was a good thing they weren't actually called "hot dogs" in Dibbler's world, because that was helping avoid a throwdown. Hot dog vendors were the reason he'd STOPPED selling bratwurst, all those years ago.
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It was actually a rather tame display for Decadent Delights, but that didn't mean the goddess couldn't zap up something rather wild if you asked for it.
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"Now this," he told the lovely woman who seemed to be working there, "all looks like the ingredients for a good time."
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"Oh, I totally agree. Having a good time is what Dite's Decadent Delights is all about!" The goddess of love bounced forward and held out her hand. "I'm 'Dite. Are you new to our little island?"
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