[OPEN EVENT LOG] Welcome to the Market.

[scorchednpcs]

Who: Anyone
When: Throughout the Fair!
Where: Dismas, the Wondergrounds in District 4
Format: Choose your poison
What: There's a fair! With stuff to buy! Come and buy stuff!
Warnings: It's an open log in Dismas, so who knows? Also, NPC dwarves etc. may randomly bother your characters with sales pitches and/or chatter. If you'd like to be left

Comments

SHOES. OMG SHOES. [betch]

[girl_unlocking]

[The air is full of smoke.]

[Heady, intoxicating melange of things almost familiar yet distictly and very sharply ...not.]

[Knotted silks twined round the wrist of a passing girl, a teasing trail of peacock hues, shot with silver and disappearing into the murmuring crowds.]

[Dawn Summers stands staring at a gaslight. Unlit, forlorn and still against the backdrop of gilt and automata, its unilluminated gaze regarding her with a solemn hello as it curls skyward.

[It followed the smoke.]

[She followed the bells.]

[Tinsel-tinkle, slight and light and setting her nerves on fire - the sound of steps against her blood pulse, filling her ears and beckoning her to join the dance.]

I-it's the smoke. It's--

Oooh. Shiny.

[Oh my God the light. It's like---]

Wow.

[Smoke creeping in as the shadow had gone before and giving chase to its incorporeal cousin--]

//The shadow of the shadow, one might say.//

[---it danced through her brain, stealing past the darkness gathered there - past recent shock and tempered sorrow -

Re: SHOES. OMG SHOES. [betch]

[thejewelergem]

Look like they'd be a pain to walk in, though, don't they? [It's a Johan with no Ruby, but he *does* have a duel disk out on one arm, turned on and ready to go.]

SHOES. OMG SHOES. [betch]

[girl_unlocking]

I've never even tried to walk in...

[A whirr emanates from the strange shoes - and the heels begin to fold into themselves, bit by bit until the entire heel is flattened. Dawn turns to Johan, slackjawed.]

Oh! Well...that's just about the most convenient thing ever.

Re: SHOES. OMG SHOES. [betch]

[thejewelergem]

. . . . [He's startled enough he even lets his duel disk drop a little.] Where did it all go?

Ooh, pretty shiny things! [action]

[princely_calyx]

[Utena wanders through the crowds. She keeps in sight of her group, she was the ringleader in all this, it'd be terrible to be the first one lost. As Dawn looks at shoes and the others in the various other trinkets and ...weird things, Utena scans the tables for swords and anything rose-themed. Roses reminded her of home - well, of Ohtori, and she'd like maybe a necklace or earrings with something rose on them.]

[A few things catch her eye but all seem a little out of her price range. She could try haggling but nothing seems worth it just yet. She hears tinkling music, a sweet little lullaby coming from a few tables down. She follows, feeling she almost knows the tune. At the table she finds music boxes.]

Huh. They're so pretty...I wonder what that song is.

Re: Ooh, pretty shiny things! [action]

[thejewelergem]

It's from my world. Or at least, I think it's from my world. [Have a Johan with an open and loaded duel disk, Utena.] It sounds familiar, anyway. [He smiles at it a little. There's something funny about the smile, but nothing readily definable.]

[ooc: any special requests/want it to not be an Earth song after all/other?]

Re: Ooh, pretty shiny things! [action]

[princely_calyx]

Hm? [She's paying a bit more attention to the music boxes than to the outside world at the moment.]

Oh! Hey, Johan.

[She turns back to the boxes but is still talking to him. She holds up a music box which is playing a different tune than the others.]

This one. It plays something different, something familiar...

[Ooc: I doesn't really matter if it's from Johan's world or not, it just has to remind Utena of this song.

Re: Ooh, pretty shiny things! [action]

[thejewelergem]

[Johan listens a bit, then shakes his head.] I thought I knew it for a minute, but I don't. It's a little like Beethoven, but not close enough you'd ever mistake one of them for the other. Pretty, though.

Is it something from your world, do you think?

He's actually here with a purpose other than fighting

[sinister_bells]

[Kenpachi didn't have to push through the crowds like most. They parted for him on their own, mostly out of fear. He didn't have trouble seeing as he was taller than most the people too. His bells chimed in time with his step, mixing rather pleasantly with the music already in the air. He speaks to himself as he browses.]

So this is the rest of Dismas, eh? Don't know what everyone is so worried about.

[He's referring to the fact that most people will only go to the arena and never anywhere else willingly. He wanders to a table, picks up an object that is dwarfed by his hand then puts it back down, shaking his head.]

No.

[He repeats the action with another object. And again, "jingle, jingle."]

No.

[Kenpachi is looking for something specific. Though what that thing is, even he doesn't know. He has a scant amount of ivories from his patrol wage but he'd be able to get the price down to his budget. And no, the word "haggling" isn't involved.]

: O That's... possible? /also stalks

[xnoble_reasonx]

[One can see Kenpachi Zaraki coming from any distance. He certainly knows how to attract attention.

Byakuya doesn't much care for the undercity. There's no shunpo, no kido, and he can't even reach out to Senbonzakura, something that would bring insecurity to any normal shinigami. He is, however, here as Police Commander, monitoring the behavior of the Scorched. Petty thieves are not his business, but there is much to learn here.

His approach is silent. Even without his power down here, he knows how to be stealthy.]

Zaraki.

ahahha - "stalker Byakuya" - do nobles sneak nobly, I wonder?

[sinister_bells]

[Kenpachi continues hunting through the items on the tables, it isn't until someone says his name that he even looks up.]

Eh?

[A turn of the head reveals Byakuya. Kenpachi turns back to what he was originally doing.]

What do you want?

It is their secret art

[xnoble_reasonx]

[A rather rude greeting.]

Where is your charge?

[It's not what he wants, but it's a good cover story for the truth.]

[onequarter]

[Clare has her hair up today, and a long blue cloak with a hood besides, her sword merely an outline at her back. Of course, her colouring marks her instantly as a Claymore, but she seems inclined to keep her head down. Her movements are muted, and when she speaks she lowers her voice a little to the cadence of a boy, as though looking for a measure of anonymity.

Despite the fact that she resides in Dismas, this is the first time she has ventured to visit these new displays, and she takes in the displays with wide eyes, even going to far as to accept a dark, spongey bread and nibble slightly at it. Though she shows no sign of how thoroughly she is enjoying the strange taste short of her eyes closing briefly in pleasure.]

>.> I could NOT resist.

[yetsleeping]

[It's strange wandering around Dismas. For one thing, she doesn't have her yoki, which means she doesn't have her abilities. This has two immediate side effects. The first, and momentarily least significant, is the lack of a massive sword strapped to her back.]

[The second is that she almost misses Clare, there.]

[At first, she's not even sure that actually is Clare. There have to be other blonds with short hair around, after all, and she isn't in her normal uniform. But... no, that's definitely her.]

[The clothes, Priscilla thinks, are definitely strange. Not that she should criticize, being "undercover" herself.]

[...which gives her some pause. Priscilla hesitates for a long moment, considering the tension inherent in their... it's not even relationship really. Acquaintance.]

[But no bridge can be crossed without first making a step. Priscilla takes a little breath and tips her head slightly.]

Um. Clare?

[onequarter]

[Clare turns at the sound of her name, eyes widening a little, her shoulders tensing slightly when she sees who it is that is talking to her. She steps forward lightly, crumbling the rest of the bread between her fingers.]

Priscilla.

[yetsleeping]

Yes, that's me!

[...maybe not the best intro. She bites down on her bottom lip a little and eyes the bread.]

...is that any good?

[likethebeast]

[It wasn't her first time in Dismas, certainly, but it had been a while since she had any need to come here... all of her business recently took place above ground, and she rather preferred it that way.]

[Still, with the bustling, lively crowds and the strange excitement, she can almost forget about of of that. It's a welcome distraction, too. And she's always been told she should get out more!]

[So here she is, lingering around the strange wind-up dolls with no small amount of curiosity, although she looks hesitant to get too close.]

/stalks you

[madsupervisor]

[Komui does not often go out of his way to speak to people. However, there are simply some things that he cannot help and she seems to be a perfect friend for Lenalee. She really does need more lady friends.]

They are fascinating, I must say. [He interrupts, staring at the dolls.]