Setting
Gowdieās Cove is normally a quiet place. Dull, boring and filled with fish. But today, on this day of days, it becomes the most active place on Peakes Island. Today is Market Day. The rich elite of Jodie Beach, the lonesome farmers of Tomsonās Point, the nostalgic villagers of Rosewoodsā¦ everyone came to this stop to engage in the one day that made Gowdieās Cove famous.
It is also important to note that this is one of the few days in which people may be ferried from Gowdieās Cove to the mainland. Normally, only supplies and goods are shipped along, but today, a reasonable ocean liner, inhabited by no small number of people, makes its way into port, eager relatives and friends watching the arrival and the disembarking of their beloved friends and family.
Market Day at Gowdieās Cove is always a special occasion. Rare goods are often shipped from the mainland over a period of several months, but they are only sold on occasion. This is one such time. The unrivalled treasures are numerous, almost to the point of being uncountable. But those which stand out the most include a number of maps, some of which include places within the island as of yet unexplored. But they are just some of many treats and surprises that may be found here. Some are cheap, others expensive, but all of them, or rather, most of them, are pleasant. Take what you will. Breathe in the spices from the market, and the salt from the sea. Relish these days, for they are numbered, as you unknowingly make your way towards an untimely end, and an unexpected beginning.
(Feel free to ask me anything about this location. Also, anyone may join this game until the conclusion of this world in the story. Once everyone dies, no-one may join unless they are willing to jump through some serious hoops. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy! Remember that what you have with you carries over to the next world, so buying things is always a good idea.)
It is also important to note that this is one of the few days in which people may be ferried from Gowdieās Cove to the mainland. Normally, only supplies and goods are shipped along, but today, a reasonable ocean liner, inhabited by no small number of people, makes its way into port, eager relatives and friends watching the arrival and the disembarking of their beloved friends and family.
Market Day at Gowdieās Cove is always a special occasion. Rare goods are often shipped from the mainland over a period of several months, but they are only sold on occasion. This is one such time. The unrivalled treasures are numerous, almost to the point of being uncountable. But those which stand out the most include a number of maps, some of which include places within the island as of yet unexplored. But they are just some of many treats and surprises that may be found here. Some are cheap, others expensive, but all of them, or rather, most of them, are pleasant. Take what you will. Breathe in the spices from the market, and the salt from the sea. Relish these days, for they are numbered, as you unknowingly make your way towards an untimely end, and an unexpected beginning.
(Feel free to ask me anything about this location. Also, anyone may join this game until the conclusion of this world in the story. Once everyone dies, no-one may join unless they are willing to jump through some serious hoops. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy! Remember that what you have with you carries over to the next world, so buying things is always a good idea.)
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Peakes Island is a part of 
An Echo Of Home.
6 Characters Here
Rae Mildon [4] "I'd rather not... not decide, you know ... Please, please, just do it for me. Please."
Thyme Eclor [3] Born and raised on Peakes, but he didn't know the island as well as he thought...
FrostedFlames [0] A man with frost and flame entwined at his beck and call. Also is your beloved GM.
Callen Renfeld [0] This guy can talk you to death, and that's quite literal.
Lily Hewitt [0] The down-to-earth shoulder to cry on, who will gladly deal with anyone's problems- besides her own, that is.
Aileena Sutton [0] A shy, book worm and tourist to the island.
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There was something about the ocean air that was strangely refreshing. It was cooler, a true sea breeze, and the taste of natural salt lingered in the air. Thyme, having spent most of his days in the forests by the Rosewood Settlement, chose to relish the moment. Maybe he would start visiting Gowdieās Cove more often. Its ocean-by location only added to the rejuvenating, exciting atmosphere of Market Day.
For quite some time now, Thyme had merely lingered by the entrance, watching the bustling people come and go. It was such a lively event. Quietly, he opened his simple black wallet, peering at its contents with unexpressed disapproval. Despite his insistence that he had enough money ā after all, he only ever bought apple soda, so he had much of it saved up ā his aunt and uncle had forced more on him. They had forced $250 on him to be exact. What exactly did they expect him to do with that amount? He had got along just fine with less than half that the last time he came.
Glancing back up, he promptly put the wallet in his bag before, somewhat hesitantly, deciding to follow the crowd. Immediately he was met with the loud calls of shopkeepers and customers alike. Men, women, children ā they all seemed so eager to browse, to buyā¦ and it was starting to affect him as well.
Strangely enthused, Thyme began to walk about, taking the time to peer at each of the many stalls to see what they had in stock. There were so many fascinating items out on display, some familiar, others more exotic... Perhaps heād find something for his aunt and uncle and then all that money wouldnāt be a complete waste. Maybe heād find something useful for his daily forest walk as well ā he wanted to venture a little deeper nowadays but, well, he didnāt exactly trust himself to keep from getting lost. New sights, new experiences...
'Maybe I'll should come here more often...'
For quite some time now, Thyme had merely lingered by the entrance, watching the bustling people come and go. It was such a lively event. Quietly, he opened his simple black wallet, peering at its contents with unexpressed disapproval. Despite his insistence that he had enough money ā after all, he only ever bought apple soda, so he had much of it saved up ā his aunt and uncle had forced more on him. They had forced $250 on him to be exact. What exactly did they expect him to do with that amount? He had got along just fine with less than half that the last time he came.
Glancing back up, he promptly put the wallet in his bag before, somewhat hesitantly, deciding to follow the crowd. Immediately he was met with the loud calls of shopkeepers and customers alike. Men, women, children ā they all seemed so eager to browse, to buyā¦ and it was starting to affect him as well.
Strangely enthused, Thyme began to walk about, taking the time to peer at each of the many stalls to see what they had in stock. There were so many fascinating items out on display, some familiar, others more exotic... Perhaps heād find something for his aunt and uncle and then all that money wouldnāt be a complete waste. Maybe heād find something useful for his daily forest walk as well ā he wanted to venture a little deeper nowadays but, well, he didnāt exactly trust himself to keep from getting lost. New sights, new experiences...
'Maybe I'll should come here more often...'
Rae Mildon
There was a huge crowd in front of her heading to some unknown destination. They were jabbering amongst themselves, and Rae vaguely noted that they seemed to be excited about something, waving and gesturing with their hands almost crazily. Perhaps they were a little too excited for something. Rae continued to amble forward, slowly taking in the bustle from around her with her blank eyes. Glancing upward, her eyes alit on one of the many posters that marked the street before her.
Market Day: Treasures Without Equal
She vaguely remembered something like this when she was researching her trip, but... knowing herself, her information was completely wrong. At least the poster meant that the market day was here, right? Unless it was directing people in the wrong direction on purpose... that also could be plausible. No one knew exactly how humans ended up thinking anyways. And who knew what that poster meant. It could mean that this market day was that direction, or the opposite direction, or something else. The timing could also be wrong - heck, it could be next week instead of next month.
Still, Rae continued to trail after the crowd, casting nervous glances around her looking for another one of those posters. She hoped that this was the right way to go, but what if the people in front of her were really trying to go somewhere else. What made her think that they were going to Market Day anyways?
Well, by the time that she had finished thinking, they had arrived at a marketplace close to the sea. The distinct smell of salt water wafted over the location, and Raeās bright green eyes alit on the numerous treasures that were almost everywhere. With a shake of her head, and a smile later, she glanced around nervously, looking for the people that she had followed here.
What if this place was only for the natives? The crowd didnāt really feel like natives, but there was no telling anything. She continued to stroll down the path, taking everything in, but not really seeing it. There were flashes of color, and every so often, the sunlight glinted off something metallic. A slightly sharp scent of spices filled the air, and Rae took a deep breath. Maybe it was Oriental... but all in all, it made this place quite enjoyable. People engaged in conversations all around, but not seeing anything that really caught her eye, she continued to amble slowly.
āYou!ā A loud voice broke her out of her reverie and she looked at him nervously.
There was a brief silence as green eyes met brown ones. Rae, not knowing what to say, stared, before blurting out the first thing in her mind. āThere are a lot of people here today, right?ā
āJesus, did I get a dumb one?ā came the slightly rude reply. āNow, girlie, since youāre the one thousandth, three hundredth person to pass over here, youāve won 150 dollars.ā
There was another silence. āE-excuse me?ā was Raeās startled reply. āAre you seriously sure that you didnāt miscount or anything?ā
āDo you think I look like the type of person that would miscount? Donāt answer, that was a hypothetical question, so just take the money and get out of here. I have enough to do without you taking up even more of my time.ā The dark haired, aging man turned away, before stuffing some bills into Raeās hand. āJust take it, alright. If you know whatās good for you.ā
Rae looked at the money in her hand, before running back at the man. āBut - wait!ā Looking at it carefully, she charged back in his direction.
āWait for what?ā
She glanced back at the money in her hand, before nervously looking at it. āDidnāt you say that youād give me 150? Thereās - I think youāve given me 250 dollars instead.ā
The man looked back, with an amused smile. āGirlie, you must have fluff for brains. I distinctively remember that I said that you won 250 dollars.ā He said it with such an air of finality that Rae looked down at the slightly grubby bills in her hand, before nodding to herself.
āNever mind.ā She flashed a smile at the man, before looking at the money in her hands. āI must have been mistaken then.ā She looked awkwardly away then, staring at her boots.
There was a mocking laugh from the man, before he melted into the crowd. āNice to know that you, Girlie, have some sort of sense in your little airy brain of yours.ā
Rae, with her newfound money, started to wander through the streets again. Maybe she would find something like a bed... or a mattress... or better yet a robot that would do all of her walking for her.
āI donāt want to keep walkingā
Market Day: Treasures Without Equal
She vaguely remembered something like this when she was researching her trip, but... knowing herself, her information was completely wrong. At least the poster meant that the market day was here, right? Unless it was directing people in the wrong direction on purpose... that also could be plausible. No one knew exactly how humans ended up thinking anyways. And who knew what that poster meant. It could mean that this market day was that direction, or the opposite direction, or something else. The timing could also be wrong - heck, it could be next week instead of next month.
Still, Rae continued to trail after the crowd, casting nervous glances around her looking for another one of those posters. She hoped that this was the right way to go, but what if the people in front of her were really trying to go somewhere else. What made her think that they were going to Market Day anyways?
Well, by the time that she had finished thinking, they had arrived at a marketplace close to the sea. The distinct smell of salt water wafted over the location, and Raeās bright green eyes alit on the numerous treasures that were almost everywhere. With a shake of her head, and a smile later, she glanced around nervously, looking for the people that she had followed here.
What if this place was only for the natives? The crowd didnāt really feel like natives, but there was no telling anything. She continued to stroll down the path, taking everything in, but not really seeing it. There were flashes of color, and every so often, the sunlight glinted off something metallic. A slightly sharp scent of spices filled the air, and Rae took a deep breath. Maybe it was Oriental... but all in all, it made this place quite enjoyable. People engaged in conversations all around, but not seeing anything that really caught her eye, she continued to amble slowly.
āYou!ā A loud voice broke her out of her reverie and she looked at him nervously.
There was a brief silence as green eyes met brown ones. Rae, not knowing what to say, stared, before blurting out the first thing in her mind. āThere are a lot of people here today, right?ā
āJesus, did I get a dumb one?ā came the slightly rude reply. āNow, girlie, since youāre the one thousandth, three hundredth person to pass over here, youāve won 150 dollars.ā
There was another silence. āE-excuse me?ā was Raeās startled reply. āAre you seriously sure that you didnāt miscount or anything?ā
āDo you think I look like the type of person that would miscount? Donāt answer, that was a hypothetical question, so just take the money and get out of here. I have enough to do without you taking up even more of my time.ā The dark haired, aging man turned away, before stuffing some bills into Raeās hand. āJust take it, alright. If you know whatās good for you.ā
Rae looked at the money in her hand, before running back at the man. āBut - wait!ā Looking at it carefully, she charged back in his direction.
āWait for what?ā
She glanced back at the money in her hand, before nervously looking at it. āDidnāt you say that youād give me 150? Thereās - I think youāve given me 250 dollars instead.ā
The man looked back, with an amused smile. āGirlie, you must have fluff for brains. I distinctively remember that I said that you won 250 dollars.ā He said it with such an air of finality that Rae looked down at the slightly grubby bills in her hand, before nodding to herself.
āNever mind.ā She flashed a smile at the man, before looking at the money in her hands. āI must have been mistaken then.ā She looked awkwardly away then, staring at her boots.
There was a mocking laugh from the man, before he melted into the crowd. āNice to know that you, Girlie, have some sort of sense in your little airy brain of yours.ā
Rae, with her newfound money, started to wander through the streets again. Maybe she would find something like a bed... or a mattress... or better yet a robot that would do all of her walking for her.
āI donāt want to keep walkingā
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@ Cienpher
Your wanderings take you around to a stall centred on selling alcoholic beverages, namely fine wines. While the majority of the products that are for sale are by far too expensive for you to buy, your eyes drift towards a couple of notable drinks. The first has a fancy label on it, detailing the full contents of the drink. Known as "Malted Sweetwine", it is, in fact, not an alcoholic beverage, despite its telling name. The sweetwine does have alcohol in it, but only the slightest drop, and for good reason. Malted Sweetwine is rather hard to come by, as it requires ingredients that cannot be found on Peakes. The longer the sweetwine is kept in storage; however, it ages, just like a normal wine. It naturally becomes sweeter as time passes. What makes Malted Sweetwine particularly useful, however, is that it can act as a placebo antidote against several types of venom, both common and uncommon. Despite both its rarity and usefulness, the seller is willing to part with his only bottle of Malted Sweetwine, which is a full 1.5 litres, for $35. Considering that it may be impossible to find it anywhere else here, it would be a good deal.
The second bottle is far less impressive, yet it is also much older. It is also not an alcoholic beverage, but it is packaged into a dark green glass bottle; a practice which stopped quite some time ago. The label is covered in a fine layer of dust, but it is so faded and old that simply wiping the dust away would ruin the label to the point where it would fall apart into tiny unreadable fragments. The bottle itself is barely 700 millilitres, a tiny amount for the drink's price tag: $10. What really draws you in, however, are the two words that you can read on the label of the bottle, just clear of the dust that obscures the rest of the text. They are large, in an impressive curvy script: "Drink Me". Surreal or not, the seller informs you that it is the last of its kind, and is therefore practically priceless. He also remarks that he doesn't actually know what's inside it; but he figures that something that has been in his family for three generations must have some worth.
@ Nivosity
Your discoveries are far less exciting. You have discovered throw pillows. Normal and boring throw pillows. Each one has its own personal design and colour, but that is about as exciting as they get. They are all of a moderate size, and they all cost $20 apiece. Unless you want to buy one with tassels. Tassels cost extra. ($5 extra, to be precise.)
All hope is not lost, however. Next door to the throw pillows is a stall that sells pizza, at $2 a slice. Next to that is a store that sells hats at $15 dollars per somewhat-exciting hat. (The really exciting hats, like the ones that look like a fruit salad, or make you look like John Wayne, cost about $50.) Next to that is a booth that sells music. It also deals in karaoke, as can be deduced by the middle-aged man who is attempting to sing "Grease Lightning". After all these unique stalls, you come to one that sells robots. These robots are neither terribly advanced nor big, and cannot carry you, but are, for the most part, merely toys. What does strike your fancy, however, is a small remote-controlled hovercraft with an even smaller video camera concealed within it. On the remote which controls the hovercraft, a little screen, barely more than a few inches wide, can be seen. Anything the camera on the hovercraft sees, the person guiding it will see. The hovercraft initially cost well over $400, but it has been reduced, as it had been held in stock for too long, and is the wrong colour. (It was meant to be silver, but instead, a mechanical defect at the factory somehow made it blue. Go figure.) The hovercraft is now only $225, a cheap price, considering how advanced it is.
(Thoughts? Criticism is always welcomed.)
Your wanderings take you around to a stall centred on selling alcoholic beverages, namely fine wines. While the majority of the products that are for sale are by far too expensive for you to buy, your eyes drift towards a couple of notable drinks. The first has a fancy label on it, detailing the full contents of the drink. Known as "Malted Sweetwine", it is, in fact, not an alcoholic beverage, despite its telling name. The sweetwine does have alcohol in it, but only the slightest drop, and for good reason. Malted Sweetwine is rather hard to come by, as it requires ingredients that cannot be found on Peakes. The longer the sweetwine is kept in storage; however, it ages, just like a normal wine. It naturally becomes sweeter as time passes. What makes Malted Sweetwine particularly useful, however, is that it can act as a placebo antidote against several types of venom, both common and uncommon. Despite both its rarity and usefulness, the seller is willing to part with his only bottle of Malted Sweetwine, which is a full 1.5 litres, for $35. Considering that it may be impossible to find it anywhere else here, it would be a good deal.
The second bottle is far less impressive, yet it is also much older. It is also not an alcoholic beverage, but it is packaged into a dark green glass bottle; a practice which stopped quite some time ago. The label is covered in a fine layer of dust, but it is so faded and old that simply wiping the dust away would ruin the label to the point where it would fall apart into tiny unreadable fragments. The bottle itself is barely 700 millilitres, a tiny amount for the drink's price tag: $10. What really draws you in, however, are the two words that you can read on the label of the bottle, just clear of the dust that obscures the rest of the text. They are large, in an impressive curvy script: "Drink Me". Surreal or not, the seller informs you that it is the last of its kind, and is therefore practically priceless. He also remarks that he doesn't actually know what's inside it; but he figures that something that has been in his family for three generations must have some worth.
@ Nivosity
Your discoveries are far less exciting. You have discovered throw pillows. Normal and boring throw pillows. Each one has its own personal design and colour, but that is about as exciting as they get. They are all of a moderate size, and they all cost $20 apiece. Unless you want to buy one with tassels. Tassels cost extra. ($5 extra, to be precise.)
All hope is not lost, however. Next door to the throw pillows is a stall that sells pizza, at $2 a slice. Next to that is a store that sells hats at $15 dollars per somewhat-exciting hat. (The really exciting hats, like the ones that look like a fruit salad, or make you look like John Wayne, cost about $50.) Next to that is a booth that sells music. It also deals in karaoke, as can be deduced by the middle-aged man who is attempting to sing "Grease Lightning". After all these unique stalls, you come to one that sells robots. These robots are neither terribly advanced nor big, and cannot carry you, but are, for the most part, merely toys. What does strike your fancy, however, is a small remote-controlled hovercraft with an even smaller video camera concealed within it. On the remote which controls the hovercraft, a little screen, barely more than a few inches wide, can be seen. Anything the camera on the hovercraft sees, the person guiding it will see. The hovercraft initially cost well over $400, but it has been reduced, as it had been held in stock for too long, and is the wrong colour. (It was meant to be silver, but instead, a mechanical defect at the factory somehow made it blue. Go figure.) The hovercraft is now only $225, a cheap price, considering how advanced it is.
(Thoughts? Criticism is always welcomed.)
Thyme found himself strangely interested in first of the two bottles. Could such a strange beverage truly exist? It would be the perfect gift for his uncle, whose failing health kept him from consuming the bibulous drinks he had so loved. If they stored it for long enough, perhaps it would become sweet enough for his auntās preferences as well. He had never heard of this drink before. āMalted Sweetwine,ā he murmured. For some reason, the words felt strange on his tongue. Tentatively, Thyme picked up the bottle ā a rather large one, a good liter and a half. Thirty-five dollars. His uncle would like it for sureā¦ Was it worth it?
His eyes flitted to the line about venom. Snakes had always been a large concern of his on his daily walk through the forest and mountain. Although he couldnāt really tell if he was worth it, at this point, Thyme couldnāt see any reason not to get it. āIād like this,ā he told the shopkeeper before reaching for the smaller bottle as well. āā¦ and this as well.ā
Why did he take the other bottle? He wasnāt quite sure, but it was interesting. He felt a twinge of concern that he was apparently purchasing a family heirloom for a mere ten dollars, but there was something about those two simple words, āDrink Meā, scribed in that elegant way that intrigued him. His curiosity was getting the better of him and he found himself wondering what the contents of the small bottle could possibly be. Maybe he would try it later. Actually, with such a small amount, surely it wasnāt meant to be a drink. Flavoring perhaps? Extract? Maybe oil or perfume? If it turned out to be poison, which Thyme found surprisingly likely, he could always hope the Malted Sweetwine would help him.
Pulling his wallet from his bag, Thyme thumbed through the bills, glancing at the shopkeeper. āAnd that totals to forty-five dollarsā¦?ā Already his thoughts wandered to the possibility of his next stall. Perhaps an antique store? A pocket watch might be interesting, although that might have just been influence from the movie his aunt watched the other day. Then again, those would probably be excessively pricey. Well, maybe heād just find something else interesting along the way, or maybe he could get new software for his computerā¦ maybe he could get a new computer. The one he carried around in his bag had a bad habit of dying whenever he went to click the save button on anything he was working on.
Well, one thing was for sure ā if there were more of such unique items on sale, perhaps the excess money he brought along was actually worth it.
His eyes flitted to the line about venom. Snakes had always been a large concern of his on his daily walk through the forest and mountain. Although he couldnāt really tell if he was worth it, at this point, Thyme couldnāt see any reason not to get it. āIād like this,ā he told the shopkeeper before reaching for the smaller bottle as well. āā¦ and this as well.ā
Why did he take the other bottle? He wasnāt quite sure, but it was interesting. He felt a twinge of concern that he was apparently purchasing a family heirloom for a mere ten dollars, but there was something about those two simple words, āDrink Meā, scribed in that elegant way that intrigued him. His curiosity was getting the better of him and he found himself wondering what the contents of the small bottle could possibly be. Maybe he would try it later. Actually, with such a small amount, surely it wasnāt meant to be a drink. Flavoring perhaps? Extract? Maybe oil or perfume? If it turned out to be poison, which Thyme found surprisingly likely, he could always hope the Malted Sweetwine would help him.
Pulling his wallet from his bag, Thyme thumbed through the bills, glancing at the shopkeeper. āAnd that totals to forty-five dollarsā¦?ā Already his thoughts wandered to the possibility of his next stall. Perhaps an antique store? A pocket watch might be interesting, although that might have just been influence from the movie his aunt watched the other day. Then again, those would probably be excessively pricey. Well, maybe heād just find something else interesting along the way, or maybe he could get new software for his computerā¦ maybe he could get a new computer. The one he carried around in his bag had a bad habit of dying whenever he went to click the save button on anything he was working on.
Well, one thing was for sure ā if there were more of such unique items on sale, perhaps the excess money he brought along was actually worth it.
Rae Mildon
The salty, and slightly fishy ocean air wafted over, but was covered by the smell of pizza from the next stall over. Rae pursed her lips as she examined the throw pillows in front of her. These rainbow-colored objects were split between those with tassels and those without, and she fingered a red one with a strange geometric pattern for a while, before looking at another - a cream one with a embroidered bird. Her eye kept on getting attached to the colorful objects. Plus, if she wanted to take a nap somewhere, it would be helpful.
āSir?ā she asked. The price tag placed them at 20 dollars each - so she ought to have enough, right? Rae had just turned away to go digging through her backpack for her wallet, ready to pay for a pillow - when she saw another man singing karaoke. It was a song that she didnāt recognize, but it caught her attention, and momentarily interested, she ambled closer to that stall. The man chose that particular time to hit a particularly loud note, and Rae, caught by surprise, flinched, before shying away to the other side of the road - to see another stall.
It was a stall with robots. Moving, real robots.
āPerfect! I can find one thatāll carry me!ā
... Or not. Despite searching over the entire stall from top to bottom, Rae could not find a robot that would do what she wanted. They couldnāt even aid her in carrying her belongings. Just toys.
As she was about to turn and leave in irritation, a blue hovercraft caught her eye. As it carried a video camera, it would allow Rae to see the sights of the island, especially in the Rosewood Forest, without even having to get out of bed! It was perfect! Then, she could take a nap in the sunshine whenever she wanted, and get rid of the constant soreness in her feet. Plus, she could use it in other places too.. like, when her vacation was over, she could always use it to watch her classes from home - and then, she wouldnāt have to leave her house ever.
Raeās smile widened, before she looked at the price tag. 225 dollars. And it wasnāt even that expensive! āUm...ā she looked at the shopkeeper. āI was wondering if the... um... Can I please have the hovercraft - it just might be helpful? Maybe? Do you think so? I should get it, right?ā Digging through her backpack for her wallet for a second time, she took out the 250 dollars that she had gotten before, and offered it in exchange for the object.
It was then that she remembered the throw pillows that she had forgotten, and continued to amble onwards, mumbling to herself as she went. āI canāt believe I forgot it again - it would have given me something soft that I could take a nap on."
But Rae couldnāt be bothered to return to the stall from before, so maybe she would find something else? But she only had about 50 dollars left, so... hopefully there would be something else that she could afford later on. Maybe something that she could bring back for her friends - or more likely for herself - like... Stationary! Yes, that was what she needed, Rae was running out of post-it notes anyways. And she was always looking for a pen of some special color, like orange or blinding neon green. Or she could get candy. Candy would also be good, especially if it would be able to last her for the rest of her break.
āSir?ā she asked. The price tag placed them at 20 dollars each - so she ought to have enough, right? Rae had just turned away to go digging through her backpack for her wallet, ready to pay for a pillow - when she saw another man singing karaoke. It was a song that she didnāt recognize, but it caught her attention, and momentarily interested, she ambled closer to that stall. The man chose that particular time to hit a particularly loud note, and Rae, caught by surprise, flinched, before shying away to the other side of the road - to see another stall.
It was a stall with robots. Moving, real robots.
āPerfect! I can find one thatāll carry me!ā
... Or not. Despite searching over the entire stall from top to bottom, Rae could not find a robot that would do what she wanted. They couldnāt even aid her in carrying her belongings. Just toys.
As she was about to turn and leave in irritation, a blue hovercraft caught her eye. As it carried a video camera, it would allow Rae to see the sights of the island, especially in the Rosewood Forest, without even having to get out of bed! It was perfect! Then, she could take a nap in the sunshine whenever she wanted, and get rid of the constant soreness in her feet. Plus, she could use it in other places too.. like, when her vacation was over, she could always use it to watch her classes from home - and then, she wouldnāt have to leave her house ever.
Raeās smile widened, before she looked at the price tag. 225 dollars. And it wasnāt even that expensive! āUm...ā she looked at the shopkeeper. āI was wondering if the... um... Can I please have the hovercraft - it just might be helpful? Maybe? Do you think so? I should get it, right?ā Digging through her backpack for her wallet for a second time, she took out the 250 dollars that she had gotten before, and offered it in exchange for the object.
It was then that she remembered the throw pillows that she had forgotten, and continued to amble onwards, mumbling to herself as she went. āI canāt believe I forgot it again - it would have given me something soft that I could take a nap on."
But Rae couldnāt be bothered to return to the stall from before, so maybe she would find something else? But she only had about 50 dollars left, so... hopefully there would be something else that she could afford later on. Maybe something that she could bring back for her friends - or more likely for herself - like... Stationary! Yes, that was what she needed, Rae was running out of post-it notes anyways. And she was always looking for a pen of some special color, like orange or blinding neon green. Or she could get candy. Candy would also be good, especially if it would be able to last her for the rest of her break.
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Aileena opened her eyes slowly, looking up at the sun. She had always wondered what the sun did when she was a child. Now, she knew that it kept this planet alive and functioning well. She sat up, looking around. Despite being here for a good chunk of time, the red head found that she still could not locate where she was. At best, she could say she was near the ocean. Then again, it was an island. Escaping the water was impossible, meeting it was inevitable.
The small girl sighed a bit, looking around for anything familiar. She could see the lighthouse of Tomson's point near by. She liked the small agricultural village, preferring it over Rosewood or Jodie Beach. It was simpler... just how she liked things. Maybe that was why she was a book worm, because reading required only a few things and was a basic motion. Her mouth shifted to the right as she thought about this in a perplexed expression.
After looking through her bag and being satisfied that her books were safe, Aileena stood. Maybe she could find her parents around here somewhere. Peakes Island was lovely, but she was itching to get home. Her parents also owed her for making her get out of the small house they'd been in for the past few weeks and taking a hike. Thanks to them, she was lost.
No, not lost. Just not found. It was some sort of in between, which would hopefully be solved soon. Aileena started walking towards the lighthouse, which stood tall and proud on the coast, signalling her towards civilization.
The small girl sighed a bit, looking around for anything familiar. She could see the lighthouse of Tomson's point near by. She liked the small agricultural village, preferring it over Rosewood or Jodie Beach. It was simpler... just how she liked things. Maybe that was why she was a book worm, because reading required only a few things and was a basic motion. Her mouth shifted to the right as she thought about this in a perplexed expression.
After looking through her bag and being satisfied that her books were safe, Aileena stood. Maybe she could find her parents around here somewhere. Peakes Island was lovely, but she was itching to get home. Her parents also owed her for making her get out of the small house they'd been in for the past few weeks and taking a hike. Thanks to them, she was lost.
No, not lost. Just not found. It was some sort of in between, which would hopefully be solved soon. Aileena started walking towards the lighthouse, which stood tall and proud on the coast, signalling her towards civilization.
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(SlightlyInsane, you're supposed to be in Gowdie's Cove. That's where the story is supposed to begin. You can continue playing here, but I would suggest that you head over there before long, or else you'll be at a significant disadvantage later on. Also, you won't recieve the $250 that everyone else got if you don't go there, since it's main purpose was to provide everyone with unique equipment that they probably wouldn't be able to recieve later on.)
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@ Cienpher
As you make your way around the overly-large market square, you spot sometime undeniably interesting in the corner of your eye. A small, but undoubtably curious, stall. As you pass a group of individuals who all, for reasons you cannot fathom, bear an strange resemblance to John Wayne, you see a couple of dusty tomes ontop a tiny desk at the stall. Software it is not, but that is not the issue here. The first book is over an inch thick, and has the words "Hoc est totaliter a fictus libro" enscribed on it. The second is around the same size, its title being "Non legitur nobis: sumus bibendum!". Both of these grimoires have embellished covers, the first covered in emerald green, the second in the richest of purples. The seller, one Prof. Mendax, notices you, and states that you, like him, must appreciate the beauty found in the ancient world. "After all," he says to you, "we must all abide by the age-old phrase: 'Bet vis te cognovit legere Latine? Tunc in tali casu nunquam capitur'. But of course, an intelligent young man like yourself would know that, wouldn't you?" He looks at you expectantly. Each book is priced at $70. Mendax, an undoubtably old man, gives an understandable reason for these prices: "I don't have any more than a few years to live. None of my family are particularly interested in the old world. So I'm selling what I can to anyone, so I can find those who might put these ancient tomes to use again. If you are interested in ancient history, particularly the age-old language of Latin itself, then you can go no further than these grimoires. They contain theories by multiple people, all handwritten, pertaining to ancient legends and cultures." He smiles at you, expectant that you will buy his wares. There is no malice in his eyes, no greed in his grin. It is a pure smile for a pure purpose.
@ Nivosity
Candy you wanted, and candy you got. A single large stall, twice the normal size, is laid out before you. Most of the candy is non-descript, but, even in sugary treats, there is something notable to be found. The "Chocolate Bomber", as it is so unimaginatively called, will explode in one's mouth. This originally simple idea is flawed, however, for two distinct reasons. The first being that a "BC" will often blow up at an unfortunate moment, such as when one would bite into it, or when someone would foolishly attempt to swallow one whole, only for it to painfully explode in one's throat, an experience unwanted by all. The second is that the chocolate in question could explode when coming into contact with water. This has a negative effect on aquatic creatures: they will immediately swim away from the area where the explosion occurred, from the tiniest of shrimp to moderately sized sharks. It doesn't help that that Chocolate Bomber residue can actually block the gills of a fish, making it unable to breathe. Rumours abound that the Chocolate Bomber's days are numbered; they could be recalled any day now. This may be the last time any chocolate fan may get to buy it. A ten-pack of Chocolate Bombers costs $5.
Of course, there are non-fatal foodstuffs for sale. Numbskulls, as they are called, are pieces of sour candy, shaped like skulls, which gives the person eating it a numb, tingling feeling. Eating enough Numbskulls at once can have the curious side-effect of inhibiting pain receptors on the body, lessening the effects that an injury would normally have. Sadly, overall fine motor skills are also weakened upon consumption, meaning that one can have trouble performing any physical tasks while subjected to these unique pain-inhibitors. An eight-pack of Numbskulls costs $3.
As you make your way around the overly-large market square, you spot sometime undeniably interesting in the corner of your eye. A small, but undoubtably curious, stall. As you pass a group of individuals who all, for reasons you cannot fathom, bear an strange resemblance to John Wayne, you see a couple of dusty tomes ontop a tiny desk at the stall. Software it is not, but that is not the issue here. The first book is over an inch thick, and has the words "Hoc est totaliter a fictus libro" enscribed on it. The second is around the same size, its title being "Non legitur nobis: sumus bibendum!". Both of these grimoires have embellished covers, the first covered in emerald green, the second in the richest of purples. The seller, one Prof. Mendax, notices you, and states that you, like him, must appreciate the beauty found in the ancient world. "After all," he says to you, "we must all abide by the age-old phrase: 'Bet vis te cognovit legere Latine? Tunc in tali casu nunquam capitur'. But of course, an intelligent young man like yourself would know that, wouldn't you?" He looks at you expectantly. Each book is priced at $70. Mendax, an undoubtably old man, gives an understandable reason for these prices: "I don't have any more than a few years to live. None of my family are particularly interested in the old world. So I'm selling what I can to anyone, so I can find those who might put these ancient tomes to use again. If you are interested in ancient history, particularly the age-old language of Latin itself, then you can go no further than these grimoires. They contain theories by multiple people, all handwritten, pertaining to ancient legends and cultures." He smiles at you, expectant that you will buy his wares. There is no malice in his eyes, no greed in his grin. It is a pure smile for a pure purpose.
@ Nivosity
Candy you wanted, and candy you got. A single large stall, twice the normal size, is laid out before you. Most of the candy is non-descript, but, even in sugary treats, there is something notable to be found. The "Chocolate Bomber", as it is so unimaginatively called, will explode in one's mouth. This originally simple idea is flawed, however, for two distinct reasons. The first being that a "BC" will often blow up at an unfortunate moment, such as when one would bite into it, or when someone would foolishly attempt to swallow one whole, only for it to painfully explode in one's throat, an experience unwanted by all. The second is that the chocolate in question could explode when coming into contact with water. This has a negative effect on aquatic creatures: they will immediately swim away from the area where the explosion occurred, from the tiniest of shrimp to moderately sized sharks. It doesn't help that that Chocolate Bomber residue can actually block the gills of a fish, making it unable to breathe. Rumours abound that the Chocolate Bomber's days are numbered; they could be recalled any day now. This may be the last time any chocolate fan may get to buy it. A ten-pack of Chocolate Bombers costs $5.
Of course, there are non-fatal foodstuffs for sale. Numbskulls, as they are called, are pieces of sour candy, shaped like skulls, which gives the person eating it a numb, tingling feeling. Eating enough Numbskulls at once can have the curious side-effect of inhibiting pain receptors on the body, lessening the effects that an injury would normally have. Sadly, overall fine motor skills are also weakened upon consumption, meaning that one can have trouble performing any physical tasks while subjected to these unique pain-inhibitors. An eight-pack of Numbskulls costs $3.
For once, it seemed Thymeās lack of expression was better for him ā it hid the fact that he didnāt understand a word of what this shopkeeper had just saidā¦ but he knew one thing for sure. This man seemed to be genuinely enthusiastic about this. Thyme had held a mediocre interest in the ancient world, favoring innovations of technology instead, but as he heard the shopkeeperās story, he felt somewhat bad for the elderly man. It would be cruel to just ignore this old professorās wares, and who knew? Perhaps he could find an interest in old languages.
Examining both grimoires, he tried to at least gain a hint of what sort of books the two were. The words were foreign to him, and couldnāt tell at allā¦ Latin wasnāt something he was familiar with, so there really wasnāt a point to buying either of them. Even still, looking at the expectant expression on the professorās face, he hesitantly reached for the embellished purple one of a longer title. Taking it and flipping through its brittle pages, Thyme stared at the strange words with mild frustration ā his passive expression failed to show the extent of his confusion. āCould youā¦ summarize what this one is about?ā he finally asked after a leafing through its contents.
Examining both grimoires, he tried to at least gain a hint of what sort of books the two were. The words were foreign to him, and couldnāt tell at allā¦ Latin wasnāt something he was familiar with, so there really wasnāt a point to buying either of them. Even still, looking at the expectant expression on the professorās face, he hesitantly reached for the embellished purple one of a longer title. Taking it and flipping through its brittle pages, Thyme stared at the strange words with mild frustration ā his passive expression failed to show the extent of his confusion. āCould youā¦ summarize what this one is about?ā he finally asked after a leafing through its contents.
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It takes the elderly professor a moment before he realises what you have said. He clears his throat, and for a moment it appears that he has elected not to speak on the subject. Within a few seconds, without any noticable change in his expression, he begins to speak. "This book, 'Non legitur nobis: sumus bibendum!', refers to the effects of a number of alcholic beverages. This may seem like a trite topic at first, but if one were to read onwards they would undoubtly notice that it contains advisory notes on brewing drinks, preparing drinks, as well as unique properties that these drinks may have. For example; if you were to understand how to perfectly preserve that Malted Sweetwine that you have on your person, you could use it to overcome liver poisoning. Every drink has its own capabilities, as odd as that may seem. The majority of these drinks do not require a complete brewery in order to be made, and can be made and prepared over a startling short time.' Prof. Mendax smiles. 'It seems almost fate for you to have this book. I would not have known you to be interested in such manners, if it weren't for the drink you have with you.' He considers the current situation. 'A person of your age would be unlikely to afford such a pricy tome, so I will half the price. Shall we say $35?' He looks upon you as if you were his grandchild.
It takes the elderly professor a moment before he realises what you have said. He clears his throat, and for a moment it appears that he has elected not to speak on the subject. Within a few seconds, without any noticable change in his expression, he begins to speak. "This book, 'Non legitur nobis: sumus bibendum!', refers to the effects of a number of alcholic beverages. This may seem like a trite topic at first, but if one were to read onwards they would undoubtly notice that it contains advisory notes on brewing drinks, preparing drinks, as well as unique properties that these drinks may have. For example; if you were to understand how to perfectly preserve that Malted Sweetwine that you have on your person, you could use it to overcome liver poisoning. Every drink has its own capabilities, as odd as that may seem. The majority of these drinks do not require a complete brewery in order to be made, and can be made and prepared over a startling short time.' Prof. Mendax smiles. 'It seems almost fate for you to have this book. I would not have known you to be interested in such manners, if it weren't for the drink you have with you.' He considers the current situation. 'A person of your age would be unlikely to afford such a pricy tome, so I will half the price. Shall we say $35?' He looks upon you as if you were his grandchild.
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Rae Mildon
Rae was just about to collapse from exhaustion in her feet - well, maybe not, but she certainly wanted a break. Carrying her new purchase had also made her tired, it was so much larger now that she had to bring it with her everywhere that she went. But just as she was about to leave, she spotted a huge stall out of the corner of her eye. It was filled with candy of all sorts. It looked like heaven. Forgetting momentarily about the ache in her feet, she looked at everything with bright eyes.
Her eyes finally settled on the pack of Chocolate Bombers - it was one of the more exciting candy that she had ever tasted. It was kind of painful to eat, even when you were lucky, but as rumor said, this would be one of the last chances she had to get it. Plus, it was kind of cheap, only 5 dollars.
āIāll take one of those then? Or two?ā Looking again through her wallet, she realized that she had exactly 50 dollars inside it. Would she have enough to buy food for the rest of the trip - thinking of this, her stomach growled slightly. Sheād probably only be able to buy a little bit - and not the entire stall like she wanted. āOne, I guess...ā her voice trailed off as she looked at the other candy that the shop had on sale.
Maybe something that she could suck on to stop the pain from an exploding chocolate candy. Any hard candy really - something that would allow her to relax her throat. Raeād prefer something that was sweet and fruit-flavored, but still, the only thing that really struck her fancy was some other strange and dangerous candy.
Numbskulls. What was wrong with this stall? Not only was most of the candy boring, but the only things of interest were prone to causing more trouble. Turning the package around, she realized that its price tag marked it as costing $3. Maybe sheād wait to buy it - there had to be something else that she wanted in the stall. āUm, do you think that thereās something a little less - you know?ā she asked nervously, addressing the shopkeeper. It wasnāt as though she was being rude or anything, she just wanted something that wasnāt quite as interesting, but not as boring as anything else that she could spot. āDangerous...?ā
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Her eyes finally settled on the pack of Chocolate Bombers - it was one of the more exciting candy that she had ever tasted. It was kind of painful to eat, even when you were lucky, but as rumor said, this would be one of the last chances she had to get it. Plus, it was kind of cheap, only 5 dollars.
āIāll take one of those then? Or two?ā Looking again through her wallet, she realized that she had exactly 50 dollars inside it. Would she have enough to buy food for the rest of the trip - thinking of this, her stomach growled slightly. Sheād probably only be able to buy a little bit - and not the entire stall like she wanted. āOne, I guess...ā her voice trailed off as she looked at the other candy that the shop had on sale.
Maybe something that she could suck on to stop the pain from an exploding chocolate candy. Any hard candy really - something that would allow her to relax her throat. Raeād prefer something that was sweet and fruit-flavored, but still, the only thing that really struck her fancy was some other strange and dangerous candy.
Numbskulls. What was wrong with this stall? Not only was most of the candy boring, but the only things of interest were prone to causing more trouble. Turning the package around, she realized that its price tag marked it as costing $3. Maybe sheād wait to buy it - there had to be something else that she wanted in the stall. āUm, do you think that thereās something a little less - you know?ā she asked nervously, addressing the shopkeeper. It wasnāt as though she was being rude or anything, she just wanted something that wasnāt quite as interesting, but not as boring as anything else that she could spot. āDangerous...?ā
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@ Nivosity
The man looks at you with a very confused face, realising that his stall appears to be missing something. He rummages around with the things below his stall, and picks up a sign, which he then places on the front of the stall, right in the middle. The sign reads "Deadly Candy: A Risk With Every Bite!". It seems that "dangerous" is a common term among this man and his wares.
All is not lost, however! Just behind another man who looks remarkably like John Wayne, there appears to be a stall selling furniture. It is a large stall, and everything is clearly beyond your price range. But these chairs seem so comfortable. It wouldn't be so bad to just try one of them out for a few minutes, would it?
(Sorry that I took forever to get around to this. Won't happen again.)
The man looks at you with a very confused face, realising that his stall appears to be missing something. He rummages around with the things below his stall, and picks up a sign, which he then places on the front of the stall, right in the middle. The sign reads "Deadly Candy: A Risk With Every Bite!". It seems that "dangerous" is a common term among this man and his wares.
All is not lost, however! Just behind another man who looks remarkably like John Wayne, there appears to be a stall selling furniture. It is a large stall, and everything is clearly beyond your price range. But these chairs seem so comfortable. It wouldn't be so bad to just try one of them out for a few minutes, would it?
(Sorry that I took forever to get around to this. Won't happen again.)
Rae Mildon
The man decided to not speak, before placing up a sign that dashed all of her hopes. Dangerous candy and dangerous candy only. She frowned when she realized that there was nothing else in the stall that she might have the desire to buy - her best bet for numbing the pain from exploding chocolate were those numbskulls. Rae picked up the wrapped package, turning it over and over in her hands as she internally debated whether or not she would be purchasing them.
For only three dollars, it wasnāt that bad of a deal. They were also quite the interesting candy, in fact, the only detrimental detail that she could think of was the fact that they were a little too interesting... Thinking it over again, she counted the pros and cons, before deciding that perhaps purchasing them would most likely be useful.
Rae had just gotten out her wallet when her doubts started to surface. Maybe it was actually a horrible idea... they were a dangerous type of candy, and who knew if they wouldnāt cause her more trouble in the future. What if she ate one and then fell into the ocean, drowning in the process?
Shaking her head, she tried to expel those thoughts from her head. Rae looked into the manās eyes for further confirmation of her previous decision before quietly and quickly mumbling a few words. āI guess that Iāll take one pack of these numbskulls then...ā She opened her almost-empty wallet, flipping through the pockets to pull out a five dollar bill. She pursed her lips, before looking through it again - she had to have some sort of change somewhere...
But to no avail. Without a choice in the matter, she handed the man the bill with the assumption that she would get change. But still, the matter of the near-empty wallet rested heavily on her conscience. Rae hadnāt realized that she had spent more money that she had believed, and with the way that things were coming along, she would barely have enough money to sustain a comfortable life for the rest of her visit. With a heavy sigh, she looked for something that she could entertain herself with - hopefully without giving her the extreme urge to spend even more of her measly dollars.
With that in mind, she looked around, her eyes caught on the dream of her life. The man in front of the stall looked remarkably familiar, although Rae was unable to place him exactly in her mind. Perhaps he was someone that she had caught a glimpse of in her previous visits of the island or something... but that wasnāt the most important thing that she noticed. What truly caught her attention were the contents of that divine stall behind him.
A stall filled with furniture of all different types - chairs, tables, and everything that you could think of. While it was larger than the average stall, the objects were too heavy to carry and too expensive for her limited budget anyways. But the chairs called out to her with their promises of rest and comfort. She picked up her previous purchases with a murmured complaint under her breath - they really were too heavy. Making a beeline towards one of the closest chairs, as it looked quite comfortable, she glanced around surreptitiously, hoping that no one would take offense. Settling herself down with a content sigh, Rae cradled her purchases on her lap, before closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of being off her feet for once.
After a brief rest, she would continue walking around the marketplace. Maybe there would be a performance or something that would keep her attention for a longer period of time, but require the least amount of money. Raeās hand thumbed through the bills in her wallet, noticing that she had a little more than 60 dollars left in her possession. That would be just enough for a few, less expensive meals - if she could manage to hold off on her spending.
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As you make your way through the stalls, you hear a voice getting steadily louder and louder. The man who ran the furniture stall has clearly taken offense to your unrequested trial of his chair. As he comes closer to you, you can hear him stating that you should have asked whether or not if you could test it out. Whether you decide to stop and answer for your actions, or begin running to avoid any unwanted issues is up to you.
As you make your way through the stalls, you hear a voice getting steadily louder and louder. The man who ran the furniture stall has clearly taken offense to your unrequested trial of his chair. As he comes closer to you, you can hear him stating that you should have asked whether or not if you could test it out. Whether you decide to stop and answer for your actions, or begin running to avoid any unwanted issues is up to you.
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A steady voice got louder and louder in the periphery of her hearing, disturbing Rae from her thoughts. Opening up her brown eyes, she glanced upwards to see the familiar-looking man approaching with an angry expression on his face. When Rae finally understood what he was shouting in her direction, a pink blush stole over her face. āIām sorry, Iām sorry,ā she mumbled, and before the man could get any closer, Rae snatched up her purchases and stumbled forward out of the ever so comfortable chair and started sprinting onwards.
Just a few seconds later, Rae was out of breath. Still, she continued to trip onwards, hoping with all of her might that the man wasnāt paying attention. Turning the corner, she stopped momentarily to catch her breath, before glancing backwards to look for the owner of that furniture stall.
Rae Mildon
A steady voice got louder and louder in the periphery of her hearing, disturbing Rae from her thoughts. Opening up her brown eyes, she glanced upwards to see the familiar-looking man approaching with an angry expression on his face. When Rae finally understood what he was shouting in her direction, a pink blush stole over her face. āIām sorry, Iām sorry,ā she mumbled, and before the man could get any closer, Rae snatched up her purchases and stumbled forward out of the ever so comfortable chair and started sprinting onwards.
Just a few seconds later, Rae was out of breath. Still, she continued to trip onwards, hoping with all of her might that the man wasnāt paying attention. Turning the corner, she stopped momentarily to catch her breath, before glancing backwards to look for the owner of that furniture stall.
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