As the sun shines through it pushes away and pushes ahead

[unwinding_key]

Characters: Alekhine (unwinding-key), Rabbit (redhead-rabbit)& OPEN"
Date/Time: Monday June 1st 9 AM - 12 PM, 3 PM - 6PM
Location: Marketplace
Rating:
Summary: Alekhine has a shop! And her first scheduled customer, in the afternoon.

Comments

around 3?

[redhead_rabbit]

Rabbit had wandered a bit but soon found the place. He observed everything pretty quickly, noting the objects that it held, memorizing all of them as he did naturally, before he approached the cart with a broad, friendly smile. He wore a black shirt with a sharp v-neck, white pants, and black boots, with a black matching headband pulling his hair out of his face. And of course the eyepatch.

"Yo ♥," he greeted. "Ya must be Alekhine. I'm Rabbit."

Around 3 works!

[unwinding_key]

"Good afternoon. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Alekhine smiled at him from her stool behind the counter before turning to the side a bit and obtaining a small box with several pairs of black hooped earrings inside.

She needed the stool, mostly because she was rather short for a woman but also because the concept of being forced to stand all day just so that one 'looked busy' struck her as ridiculous. "You said small but I wasn't certain how small you wanted, so I made varying sizes."

Re: Around 3 works!

[redhead_rabbit]

Rabbit himself was quite tall, nearing 6 feet, not to mention the wiry form which made him look a bit taller. He leaned over and observed the earrings, trying to make out the fuzzy appearance they had in his dream. It was so hard to tell, very little was clear in that dream, so whatever looked best would definitely work.

"Hmm I wonder which'll look best. Whadda you think?"

[unwinding_key]

She considered, looking over him and then looking back to the earrings. "Something between these two sizes, I think. It should only take a moment to adjust."

If Rabbit was watching her face and not her fingers, he'd have seen the shift in color from blue to gold as she touched the larger pair of earrings, using her fingers to shrink them down a bit to an in-between size. When she let go, the earrings were finished. "There. I think those will work."

11am OH SHI--

[bubble_ditz]

Four days before the ball and Bubbles was a little 4 ft 11 bundle of hyperactive energy. Nothing was more important to her than getting ready for this event. Being somewhat of a control freak, she was determined to get every detail perfect, down to the flower centerpieces at each table and what type of lanterns were going to hang in the Park.

Naturally a stall with metal objects caught her attention as she passed by. Her eyes critically analyzed all the junk metalwork being displayed. It took her a moment to recognize the person behind the stall and when she did, she was so startled she almost dropped her pink shopping bag in shock.

"Oh!" She squeaked. "Its you!"

Clearly someone didn't pay enough attention to the journals.

IT'S A BUBBLES GET IN THE CAR

[unwinding_key]

There was something of the combination of squeaking, pink, and an utter lack of manners that immediately set Alekhine on edge. However, her own instincts kicked in and nothing in her demeanor and posture gave away the fact that she did not want to be talking to this woman.

Everything except the sudden change in eyecolor from green to brown as she set the small music box down.

"Good morning. I must imagine it is me, whom else would I be?"

bawlll why does everyone hate her on sight? /wrists

[bubble_ditz]

Screw manners--why didn't the dead stay that way around here?

"...By Oz. It is you!" There was shock--not glee, and surprisingly not hate--in her eyes as she stared back. "Miss Clé. My goodness! I hadn't realized you'd come back from the dead! You look the same too, not even a little bit...deadish. I was told it could happen but..."

She trailed off as a sudden thought came to her. "Has your friends reappeared as well?"

Because she's the bitch in a bubble

[unwinding_key]

"My name is no longer Clé, I am sorry that you were not made aware." Not really sorry at all, but if this woman insisted on stand here and prattling on...

"It is not entirely uncommon, or so I am told, for those who have died here to return after a time. Though, as you said, you were also told." So why are you gawking, Bubbles?

"Which friends are these?

About 5:30pm-ish.

[razethatphoenix]

He'd been investigating various parts of Edensphere for most of the day, deciding that he'd finish it off with a round in the Marketplace. Honor had said that she worked in the evenings, so tonight was as good as any other night to visit the weapons stall.

Tempest was cautious of where he was going and who was around him the whole time, taking care not to enter the elevator if there were any women or girls taking it. Crowded areas were a little harder to work with, so he figured a night trip to the Marketplace might work out better than during the daytime.

Having finished picking up a small stock of food groceries, he was exploring other stalls when he came upon hers. He gave a brief wave, cutting it short and nearly freezing up when he noticed the owner was female. He made sure to keep a healthy distance (to keep his phobia in check, at least) before starting, "Good evening. Might I ask what are services rendered and hours of availability at this particular stall?"

[unwinding_key]

Alekhine looked up at the wave, taking in the sudden change in posture from the young man before he asked his question. After being trapped in the elevator with Zombie, she had a somewhat oversensitivity towards that sort of thing and did not want to deal with it again.

"The repair, rebuilding and creating of goods that are either completely or predominantly comprised of metal. I am here Monday through Friday from nine in the morning until noon and then again at three in the afternoon until six in the evening."

[razethatphoenix]

Tempest had noted her reaction and guessed that she probably figured out his slight issue. Then he straightened up and relaxed a bit, continuing, "Thanks--Hey, sorry about that. I'm trying to work on it slowly... But I'm a little surprised you noticed."

Just a little surprised. Not that it was hard for people to notice, but it was more like there were too many who found pleasure in tormenting him upon discovering his little phobia. Of course, he hadn't an inkling that she'd met with someone with similar circumstances who reacted in a far more dangerous manner

[unwinding_key]

"I see." Alekhine watched him for a moment more visibly relaxing a bit, hoping that his relaxed interest meant it was much less likely for his...aversion to be a danger towards her or anyone else.

While he took the stall and it's wares she returned to labeling the parts of the music box, with the intention of getting it to work again while also being able to replicate it on a larger scale.

She looked back up as he spoke and smiled a bit. "Thank you very much. As long as I have materials and either a firm idea or a diagram, I can make items here in the stall."

About 4pm

[felinemystique]

Business at the clothing stall had been picking up lately, between all the new arrivals as well as the upcoming ball. While she still made sure the stall was stocked, both with found items as well as those made by residents, Maxim had been invaluable, manning the stall while she was otherwise occupied.

The two of them made quite the sight at the counter today; he, large and bald, making the final stitches on various articles of clothing, while she sat next to him, going over paperwork for the Guard. But she'd gotten hungry mid-afternoon, and decided to run out for a snack.

However, as she passed a previously unoccupied stall, she paused at a familiar and welcome sight. She changed course, weaving through the other shoppers and stopping with a relaxed, genuine smile.

"Alekhine," she said, her voice warm. "We've spoken over the journals--I'm Bastet." It was good to see her.

[unwinding_key]

"Miss Bastet," Alekhine replied, falling into the familiar pattern of honorifics without thinking about it. Remembering to drop the Mister and Miss before people's names had begun to give her a headache. No one else used them, that much was certain, and Alekhine was not trying to stand out as much as all that.

Still and yet.

"It is a pleasure to see you." Again, she thought, but the woman's mannerisms were much more familiar than actually seeing her. "How have you been?"

[felinemystique]

How had she been? Between the evacuation, running the Guard as well as the stall, all the new births, that bad memory and her lover returning having completely forgotten her...she'd certainly been better.

None of this showed; Bastet let nothing but dry amusement cross her face. "Ah, well," she murmured, quirking a wry grin. "My days are certainly full. But I'm getting by."

She let her eyes scan the stall's wares; it was all similar to the finely-made items she remembered Alekhine making the last time she'd been here.

She looked back at the other woman, a faint smile still on her lips. "But it's good to see you again. How are you settling in?"

[unwinding_key]

"I was pleased to learn that you are the current captain of the Guard." Which was, perhaps, putting it lightly. Then again, so would saying that Alekhine had believed that Drake was abusing his power when he was in power and she was Clé. She didn't recall that now, only the acute sense of relief upon learning the captain had changed to Bastet.

"Better than can be expected I suspect." She smiled at Bastet in return, recalling something. An interesting life is a blessing and a curse, yes, and Alekhine had no doubt that Bastet's life at the moment was interesting. "While I cannot remember people and events from when I was here last, I can recall the general order of things. It has helped me acclimate."