[open] you bought a star in the sky tonight/ because your life is dark and it needs some light

[apotropaic]

Who: Open log. EVERYONE GET IN HERE.
What: Cockatrice Crafts --Baedal's brand new craft fair/market!
Where: Howl Barrow.
When: Sukkardi 12th of Ceidary.
Notes: This is an open post for everybody since we have so many new people joining. There'll be a sub sections in the post itself for general areas but other than that, feel free to mash you characters together like Barbies!
Warnings: None yet.

Baedal is a city that never sleeps, but everyone likes a long-lie in on a Sukkardi morning. At eleven o’clock, the Howl Barrow is climbing to a weekend buzz but it’s not quite there yet. But right off Carnelian Street, Cockatrice Markets is already has its doors open –and bubbles are floating down the street in welcome!

The Market is housed in what once would have been a small, high ceilinged factory building, but the inside and outside has now been painted all manner of colours and murals by local artistic residents. There are tables inside the airy structure, as well as in the outside alleyway, and a large mosaic chandelier dangles outside the entranceway.

It’s free entrance, fun, and like most places in Howl Barrow, friendly and inviting.

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[apotropaic]

Philomena had been wrapping something for another customer when Wolfgang and his friend had come over, although she's got eyes on anyone hovering close to her pieces. She's saying goodbye a minute before Wolfgang looks up, and then it's a waggle-fingered wave in greeting before she moves to his end of the table.

"Hey, you made it." And she sounds pleased, because it's nice to see a familiar face, even if it's one she doesn't know too well.

"And I see you brought company with good taste." She flashes a smile to the friend accompanying Wolfgang, hands slipping into her back pockets in a relaxed gesture. The trick, after all, is to make people think you're not about to set about them like they're a cash piñata.

[gramarye]

"Yeah," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking a little awkward. ('A little awkward' being his normal state, yes, but --)

His friend -- Firoz Alfarsi -- turns, smile dazzling in a way that is slightly artificially so, and plonks both the bracelets he was looking at down. "Well, I certainly know better than to try to decide between orange and chartreuse." (Wolfgang winces slightly, the hypocrite.) "Are you here every week?" he asks as he gets out his wallet.

[apotropaic]

As Firoz talks, she can't help but pick up on the discrepancies in body language between the two people in front of her. It strikes Philomena as odd, although she tries not to make a show of her curiosity.

"Come rain, shine, or anything else the city throws our way." She's still a newbie, but has been here long enough to hear certain things from getting to know people. "Or until I'm able to open up my own place."

There's a calm determination in the way she says it, a matter of 'when' and not 'if.'

[gramarye]

"Fabulous," Firoz says, "because what this place really needs is more colour — I hate all this new agey earth tone crap, give me acid neon any day." He pays for the two he's been looking at before his attention is caught by the bright colours of another stall selling fabric; dumping his purchases on Wolfgang, he tells him "Hold these and stay" before wandering off.

Wolfgang stays, like an obedient dog. He does what he's told, this makes him ideal for being bossed around. He doesn't really mind. "Charms?" he asks, nodding at Philomena's sign.