multiversallogs | A day at the market!

Who: OPEN, NPCs if needed.
What: A guided trip to the Aspic Bazaar
Where: Aspic
When: Coardi ~~Wednesday~~ Morning
Notes: OOC post here.

It's spring in Baedal and the Bazaar in Aspic is full of life. The sun shines on colourful buildings, bleaching tentweaves draped over market stalls. The air is full of shouts and animal noises, customers haggling with merchants and tradesmen striking deals. Children of different species rush back and forth, unattended in the crowd.

There are a lot of things on display in the market. Local produce and wares sit next to strange and exotic bleed-through goods, all of which the sellers are quick to guarantee the genuineness and legality of. Less honest characters also visit the market, it is generally known as an official stomping ground for one of the city's more notorious criminal enterprises. The city is aware of this, of course, and while Militia presence here is not as keenly felt in other place, it may be noticeable in the cares some people take.

It's still considered a safe place, or as a safe a place full of haves and havenots in a strange city can be. It's certainly considered a safe enough place to send newcomers for quick introduction to local sights and economics.

The (more recent) residents of the Valhalla Inn and anyone on the CeidaryBlue523 Node have been encouraged to visit the place. They have also been encouraged to not go alone.

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Cautiously, Sebastian leans in a little before smiling and looking somewhere between pleasantly surprised and outright confused. Why would humanity evolve in that direction?

"Clearly. Can you tell me about it? Or would that break some space-time rule?" He's tempted to ask if there are wizards in Jack's world, but for now, he'd rather learn than speak.

"Well, that depends on what you'd want me to tell you about," Jack says, with a smile, sticking his hands in his pockets and rocking on his feet. "And I guess we should figure out if we're from the same universe before I go about spoiling you for what could be your future or anything like that."

"Anything? Everything?" Immediately, Sebastian can think of several small reasons to hide his past, but none of them are really strong enough to count as a legitimate objection.

"And, ah, in your world, was there a terrible disaster in Newcastle in the early 2000s that took out close to a tenth of the population?"

Jack narrows his eyes, for a moment, trying to remember if there was (sometimes, things that weren't important were sort of fuzzy thanks to being buried alive for all of those years), but no. Nothing that took out a tenth of the population, if there was something to happen then, he would have remembered that.

Jack shakes his head. "Nope, not that I can recall. Were there any mass sightings of strange things flying over London that the government passed off as hallucinogenics in the water?"

"Variously as modern outbreaks of ergot, St Vitus', and terrorist attacks, but that was all over Britain and not just London," he says plainly with the tone of a man who knows (and may have helped create) the cover story.

"For you, was it homegrown warfare or external?"

"Well, we've managed to stay away from all-out warfare, for the most part. All threats have been mostly external, though," Jack says, with a shrug. "Sometimes there are things that popped up having spent a lot of time preparing for the attack, sometimes they just came on a whim and decided that Earth looked like a good place to invade. Regardless, there was a lot of stuff going on. More than one tiny organization should really be capable of handling, but we do well enough."

"Then it's not the same world," he says looking satisfied and thereby implying that in his world, it was a civil war that he fought in. Moreover, Jack didn't seem like a wizard, but there were a limited number of muggles working with the Ministry of Magic.

Jack shakes his head. "Doesn't sound like it is, no," he says, with a smile. "Alright, then. Go ahead. What would you like to know about my world?" Not that he'd answer any question posed, mind. Jack is definitely reserving the right to pick and choose. He's definitely not going to let Sebastian know more than Ianto would, for example.

Without any concrete idea of what the future might be like, Sebastian knows he needs to narrow down the field before he's able to get any really useful information.

"If we could go there right now, or if we could go anywhere, anywhen, where would we go? Where have you been that's special or where do you still want to visit?"

If Jack were to answer that question honestly, he'd give it a lot more thought. He wants to go back to when he came from, make sure that Gwen's alright and they're not just leaving her all by herself there. But there's more explanation in that than he feels comfortable saying, so instead he says.

"Resort planet," he says. "Definitely a resort planet. There are tons of them out there, each one with their own special twist. Don't think I could narrow it down to just one."

"No?" Sebastian shrugs and seems content enough with Jack's reply; after all, he'd just sprung the question on the man. While visiting a resort isn't anything that Sebastian would've chosen for himself, he knows that he shouldn't judge.

"Well. If I was going there with anyone, than no. I wouldn't be able to narrow it down. Too many exciting things to do and see. Of course. I've never really stayed put for very long. Not in space." Not until he didn't have the option any more. Now he really rather likes where he got planted. Well. Cardiff, anyway. He's not so sure about this place yet, though.

"What about you?" he asks. "What sort of a place would you want to visit, if you could go anywhere in space? Or time, if you'd rather. At one point, I did have the means to travel through that, after all."

A day at the market! :: OPEN

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