open log :: time made me soft around the edges

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone.
What: The Harvest Festival!
Where: Howl Barrow outdoor park
When: Through the weekend.
Notes: The companion OOC post for this log is here if you have any questions or concerns!
Warnings: Please give me a head's up if a thread contains something that should be edited into this section.

Locations: COSTUME PARTY, COSTUME PARTY - VIP, MARKET STREET, CARNIVAL GAMES, THE PARK.

Comments

[emptychamber]

She weighs her options, then says, "A small hook, but sturdy. For climbing, so it would need to bear a rope plus my weight." If he can quote her a price, at least she'll have it in mind for the future, and craftsmanship is good. She can see, but more, she can feel, the metal humming solid and well-forged. She resisted the urge to touch things she couldn't yet purchase.

Bullets are more disposable, and she's certain he can handle them if she gives him an original to cast off of. The hook would take a finer hand.

[serjeant]

“I've a few of those made already,” he says, thoughtfully. “You'd be looking at four marks or thereabouts, usually.” The equivalent of a little less than fifty dollars; not too steep. “Rope, you'll have to get on your own.”

[emptychamber]

"I think I can manage that. May I see what I'm hoarding my flags toward?" she asks with a smile, "or none with you?"

All the more incentive to find some sort of work.