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

oh my god I'm so sorry. this is so late you can ignore it if you want.

[langsyne]

[It's not entirely Bryn's fault; Scott's own eyes are meandering left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of something - anything - that might make suitable holiday gifts for the people he's miraculously managed to befriend on the turtle. There's a number of questions running through his mind, from what on earth do teenage girls like nowadays to I bet Tony could make one of those in his sleep to what the hell did I just run into?

The last one is prompted by the sudden impact of his head against something really hard. There's a light swear as he reorients himself and blinks to catch sight of--]

--Oh. Hey, Bryn.

[She gets a warm smile despite the collision, as well as a small wave.]

You out walking the--uh [shoot, what is that thing] whatever-it-is? [Maybe if he gestures in its general direction she'll understand what he's trying to say.]

[trifurcate]

[Bryn smiles back, glad he's not irritated (not that she's ever seen him irritated) and lays a hand on the shoulder of her companion.]

It's a golem. A lynx, from what I've been told, but...really, are you okay? Looked like you hit your head on my friend here.

[She's half tempted to feel for a bump except the gloves she's wearing are likely too thick to help at all with that.]

[langsyne]

[She just gets a cheerful smile in response as he jokingly knocks on the side of his head.]

Nah, my head's pretty hard, don't worry. I've been hit harder before by renegade soccer balls anyway.

[Suffice to say that Cassie had been quite enthusiastic during her sporting activities as a child. Scott glances at the golem - he wonders if he should pat the thing, and then decides against it - before returning his attention to Bryn.]

So are you guys just out for a walk today?

[trifurcate]

[Bryn looks reassured by his response, smile growing wider and more certain.]

Yeah, for the most part. I mean, never been one to resist checking out the cities when we make landfall, and it seemed like they've got a lot of great shopping here so I thought I'd see whether I needed anything.

[Pause.]

Or wanted, really. I mean, I'm not just shopping for the tavern but myself. They've got great Winter clothes here, thank the deities.

[langsyne]

If they didn't, we'd probably all be life-sized popsicles.

[Scott's pretty well bundled up. His attire might not be the most attractive in the world - a weird red checkered scarf and muted green coat - but he's warm in the getup and that's all that matters.

Speaking of shopping though....]

Need a busboy to carry your bags or anything? [Despite the joking tone of his voice, the offer's 80% serious.] I need to do some shopping too and it'll probably be funner with someone else.

[Spoilers: Scott actually hates shopping normally.]

[trifurcate]

As tempting as it might have been pre-golem to take up your offer of carrying my bags, why don't I make you a better one. Why don't you let her [she gestures to the golem] carry yours too and we'll get our shopping done together.

[Because he's right, shopping is a lot better with company.]

What do you need anyway?

[langsyne]

[A look at Bryn. A look at the golem. Another look back at Bryn.]

Sounds good. [Who is he to argue when there's a huge thing made of rocks that is totally willing to do his work for him?]

And gifts, mostly. I've got most of my bases covered but if you haven't noticed, I'm not really in with the hip young crowd and I've never been a teenage girl [momentary regret over not having been turned into a girl during the misspell week goes here] so I'm kind of sort of out of ideas there.

[trifurcate]

Only gifts?

[The words pop out before she thinks better of it. Scott has always been, she's sorry to say, in need of a little guidance when it comes to his wardrobe. She covers the impertinent question with a too-wide smile.]

Gifts are great though! I mean, I could try and help if you'd like. Haven't been a teenage girl myself for a while but at the very least I'm young-ish still and a girl. Would be happy to give you my advice if you'd like it.

[langsyne]

[Hey now, he dresses just fine!! Though he doesn't immediately catch onto her meaning, giving her a rather puzzled look.]

I don't really need anything right now. [That's a lie.] My place is kind of sort of overflowing with junk anyway, in true wannabe-inventor fashion.

[But he does brighten at the offer of advice; it's definitely appreciated and he'll be taking it and milking it for all it's worth.]

Both of those things are more than I've got so yeah, that'd be great. Any place I should be starting?

[trifurcate]

[Oh Scott, no. Now that she's got an opening, she's going to slowly start shifting and adjusting your wardrobe until it's hipper and better. Because that's what friends do.]

Well, tell me about the girl in question? What kinds of things does she like? Interests? Hobbies? Preferences with music or other arts? Does she keep a lot of trinkets or is she more of the sort to keep her living space purely functional?

[langsyne]

[But what if he doesn't want it to be hipper and better.....]

She likes superheroes. [Said promptly because, well, it's true.] Also probably animals. She used to listen to NPR—one of the radio stations back home that covered a lot of political and business-y type things—and watched the news all the time. She cooks but please don't buy her any cooking utensils. I think she took karate lessons, I didn't really follow up on that....

[Scott's face turns wistful here, and he slows his step just a touch as he speaks.]

I kind of missed out on the last few years of her life.

[trifurcate]

[Bryn takes it all in, but there's nothing she can think of offhand for a younger girl, especially having no idea what half of the things are that he's talking about. Something animal related could be nice perhaps?]

Do you mind if I ask why that is?

[The question is curious, and not unkindly meant. There's no judgment as if she's assumed that it's his fault for not being around. More, her expression is thoughtful, curious and a little sympathetic that it's the case at all.]

I mean not if it's a sensitive subject or anything of course.

[langsyne]

[In response, Scott just shakes his head.]

Nah, it's not a big deal.

[Anymore, at least. He doesn't quite meet her eyes as he answers though, electing instead to amble up to a storefront window and stare inside.]

I was kind of dead for awhile. One of the pitfalls of being a superhero. Not sure how long - I never did ask - but it was long enough that the world went on without me.

[He shrugs and looks back at Bryn.]

Not that I really mind. It's not like I was planning on coming back to life. It just kind of--happened.

[trifurcate]

[Oh. Deities. Bryn didn't know what to say the first time that someone told her that they had died back home, and this time around she's not sure either.

Bryn looks back at him and tries to look sympathetic instead of pitying.]

You mean when you got here?

I mean, here, not back home, right?

[langsyne]

[It's alright, he's used to pity. A little more won't hurt.]

Back home, actually. It was kind of a freak accident though. [His smile wobbles between reassuring and uncertain.] Usually people who die stay pretty dead. I'm something of a weird case.

[trifurcate]

[It's weird enough to think that people can come back here, but that he came back to life back home is...yes, stranger.

She forces a little smile on her face.]

Well it's good. There should be more freak accidents that result in good things instead of bad. I bet your daughter was really happy to get her father back too.

[langsyne]

[His own smile fades.]

Yeah. Yeah, she was. [For all of five minutes before things went to complete shit. But that isn't the point of this conversation and he doesn't want to make it all gloom-n-doom and all about him.] And I'm glad to see her too even if I have no idea what to get her for Christmas.

[trifurcate]

Oh, well I'm sure we'll find her something. There's all kinds of things here a girl her age would like.

[Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, she offers an encouraging smile.]

Come on, let's pop in somewhere and look around. Just see what catches your eye and we'll go from there.

[langsyne]

You better do the same too, [he says, relaxing somewhat as they move forward again.

The shops here are pretty varied though, and it's not long before he's pointing at a window filled with sparkling glass windchimes.]

What about those?