[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.

Comments

[thebestwitch]

Gaaaasp! Shampoo!

It's the little things in life, the sort everyone just takes for granted, that you miss when they're suddenly absent. Toiletries are one of those things for Emma, and though she's certainly had access to them since her arrival in Baedal, she hasn't actually gone shopping for them. Oh my gosh, they have different scents. This is the best morning.

Emma picks up one of the bottles, popping out the cork to inhale its aroma. Then she promptly hugs it to her chest, closing her eyes and enjoying the rapture of the moment. "Oh, conditioner. How I've missed you." She could learn to love this city.

[amasveritas]

Sally is half bent beneath her stall to take a few more items out of the boxes she has stashed there, never letting too much empty space go untended for very long for all that she is careful to make it clear that her stuff is, indeed, selling. But the time she's straightened back up, she sees Emma, eyebrows rising and a smile flashing on automatic. "Guilty pleasure, huh?" she inquires, standing so as to readjust the items on display, making room, turning labels around.

[thebestwitch]

"I haven't had conditioner since I ran out of the little bottles I looted from hotels," Emma admits without really thinking about how that sounds without the proper context. She sets the bottle back down on the table, replacing the stopper before offering a smile of her own. "Do you have anything that smells like limes?"

[amasveritas]

That little detail gets a quick grin, a head tip. Welp. Sally stops her fussing so as to pick her hands over the tops of some tall bottles made of heavy glass, deliberately a little rustic, before she finds what she's looking for. "Citrus and chamomile shampoo with lime," she declares, reading off her own handmade label. "Also good if you're, you know, planning to meditate or do any spellwork the next day. Which--"

A shrug. "Added niche bonus?" Not everyone is witches. "It smells pretty."