[Santo - Marketplace]

[walk_ins]

[ master post]Portions of the marketplace are covered. The vast majority of it isn't

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[simon_doctor]

Being a tour guide is always awkward when you're not that familiar with the area yourself.

The marketplace, at least, is both close to the ship (meaning they're unlikely to get lost) and likely to have interesting things to look at (meaning his guest won't get bored).

Simon throws a glance up at the younger Winchester brother, to gauge his initial reaction.

[gavemea_45]

"Busy place."

Sam's looking around with interest.

[simon_doctor]

He nods. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to look for?"

[gavemea_45]

"I don't know -- what's here?"

He gives Simon a quick, wry grin.

"Since we've both, um, been sent packing. So to speak."

[simon_doctor]

It's enough to get a small answering smile. "So to speak," Simon repeats ruefully.

"...You know, I'm not entirely sure what's here. Though if it runs true to form, there'll be ... very probably anything short of real estate."

[gavemea_45]

"Just as well, as it's hard to carry land around with you," he quips.

[simon_doctor]

"I wouldn't be surprised to find someone selling used ships, though -- we're close enough to the docks."

He nods in the general direction of the shipyards.

"Anything people might have to sell, and think other people might come here to buy."

[gavemea_45]

"That's more Dean's area than mine," Sam admits.

"I dunno, man, this is your world-- you tell me."

[simon_doctor]

"It's not, really," he says, a little apologetically. "I've never been to Santo before this week."

[gavemea_45]

"Close enough, right?"

He gives Simon a quick grin.

[simon_doctor]

"All right, well ... there's always just browsing. We're bound to find something interesting."

If it sounds a little uncertain, that's less to do with the marketplace itself and more to do with having very little idea what Sam Winchester might be interested in.

[gavemea_45]

"No doubt of that."

His glance lingers for a moment on a shuttle passing overhead, then tracks down the nearest street.

For all that he seems relaxed and easy, it's clear that he's not missing much that's going on around them.

[simon_doctor]

The nearest stall is selling wooden dishes, beautifully carved and stained. Next to that is one stocked with used books -- actual paper books, some of them very battered, some wrapped in clear protective plastic. Across the aisle is a double-wide stall selling small machine parts.

Farther down -- Simon cranes his neck a little to look -- is some kind of bright banner fluttering over the walkway.

[gavemea_45]

He doesn't even give the parts a second glance; the dishes get a quick look, but not more than that.

The books appear to draw his interest-- but the people more so.

"What kind of place is this? The planet, I mean."

[simon_doctor]

"Well, its economy is heavily based on the tourist trade," Simon starts. "It's reasonably industrial, though not at the level of sophistication you'd get on the Core worlds ... is that what you mean?"

[gavemea_45]

By the time Simon trails off, Sam's grinning at him.

"You sound like a tour guide, dude."