Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Markutte

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Markutte, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines

OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside

The commerce town of the tried. Temperatures within the dome are kept at a lofty 18C (62F) year round and the population of Markutte dresses less in furs and more in linens obtained through trade. Their long hair is frequently shorn short in the current fashion and they are, on the whole, less hardy than their kin in Phorezton and Aihsohlow, but even more friendly as they are currently in the throes of the Harvest Haul, a festival that concludes their rare growing seasons and agricultural bounties.

Trade. That's the foundation of Markutte and there are three town squares that are home to transient stalls and merchandise from the country and all surviving areas of Konryu. Many kedan have made their way here and occupy the occasional stall space, selling their wares and exchanging gifts with the citizens as they grasp the nature of the festival underway. Once again, visitors that make the trek here are expected to donate a gift that will be regifted at random, earning access and a stamp of their tin visa that resembles the oblong crystal coin used as currency in this realm.

Police are on the lookout for financial crimes here and will demand visas of any they suspect to be committed fraud, short-selling merchants, or thieving in any way, shape, or form. There are three vistas, one in each market square, upon which heralds stand and announce the crimes and punishments noted of the previous day. Minor theft is common and the punishment is a brand upon the criminal's neck; major theft results in a loss of a finger for each item stolen; fraud here is punishable by death, but only twice will there be an announcement of an execution during the landfall.

The auctions here are quite lively and characters can expect a minor bidding war to obtain their items, but each item is in pristine condition and provided to them wrapped within a thin set of furs as a thanks for their purchase.

Customs | Settlement | Auctions | Harvest Haul | Other

Comments

[dow]

I would not call this 'fun', but it is a welcome change of pace. [ He offers over the wrapped book. ] You need explain nothing — I believe I have inferred enough to suffice an adequate explanation owing to your behavior in the auction.

Is this yours?

[parallels]

[She's stumbling to her feet and reaching for the book before she even registers the movement of her body. With the rabbit tucked firmly against her chest she takes the book in her other hand and opens it. It's all there. The inscriptions of "Ellie Ravenwood" ages 4-27 and "Clara Oswald" written under that in similar, childish handwriting, up until the age of twenty-four.

Tears prick at her eyes and she blinks.]

You really... Shouldn't have. It was expensive.

[dow]

I work for both Wayne and Stark.

[ That's enough of an excuse not to mind the price too much; probably won't be buying lunch or dinner today, though. Not having opened the book himself, he looks up from the names in it to her face, concern etching into his brow. ]

If my actions have caused you distress, I assure you that was not my intention.

[parallels]

No. They haven't. They've made me happy.

Really happy.

[She laughs softly and rubs at one of her eyes before stepping forward and wrapping the arm holding the rabbit around him. She's generally not a tactile person. She takes it when given and does enjoy the occasional hug, but she's generally not the instigator. But there's something about it that feels proper this time. Though for Spoke's sake, she keeps it brief.]

[dow]

[ Oh, that's a relie— ah, okay, hugging. Hugging is happening! He raises his hands and gently squeezes her shoulders for the duration, arms falling to his sides once she steps back. ]

You are welcome. If I may ask, what is it?

[parallels]

[His response to the hug just increases her fondness for him ten fold. She wipes a few stray tears away as she pulls back. She's smiling now. Both from memories and from Spock's generosity. When he asks, her eyes dart downwards and she opens up the front page to the inside cover where the names and ages of "Ellie Ravenwood" and "Clara Oswald" are written. Her finger brushes the words. Some of Clara's written ages are distorted by water droplets. Her own tears from the funeral.]

It was my mum's when she was a girl. Always wanted to travel but never go to much. Then she read it with me. Gave it to me. So we could see all the places we'd go together.

[dow]

[ His gaze softens slightly upon hearing that. ]

Then I am even more gratified to have delivered it into your hands.

[parallels]

Thank you.

Really. If I hadn't been able to get it...

[She closes the book and clutches it to her chest as she trails off. She doesn't even want to entertain the thought of someone taking it from her. It's one of the few things she still has left.

She inhales and then stands up.]

I'm going to buy you lunch. It's the least I can do.

[dow]

It is yours. No one else should own it. [ As for lunch -! ] It is not necessary, but you will find I am easily appeased by the vegetarian fare on offer.

[parallels]

It is completely and absolutely necessary and it's good you didn't say no or else I would have to drag you.

[She grins and starts walking, motioning for him to follow.]

I'm sure we can find something that suits your taste.

[dow]

I suspected as much. [ He dates Nyota, enough said. ] I have been experiencing some trouble appeasing my dietary requirements. Anything simple would be preferable.

[parallels]

[She beams at him. Clearly she's happy that he knows how things go down around here.]

How about a salad bar? Salad and soup.

[dow]

That is acceptable. I will select the ingredients.

[ And, well, lunchtime it is! Off they go. ]