inthenightmods: (night market)
In the Night Moderators ([personal profile] inthenightmods) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2020-04-10 03:01 pm

VISIT: THE NIGHT MARKET


VISIT:
THE NIGHT MARKET


characters: everyone.
location: the floating night market, docked at the harbor.
date/time: april 10-12.
content: the night market arrives.
warnings: n/a.

and i came down from the stars.

In the wee hours of April 10, strange blue lights appear just under the waves in the harbor, approaching the dock, until they finally surface entirely. They're submarines, glowing a dim blue now that they're up out of the water, and the fleet is four vessels strong. They've brought with them a floating bridge system to attach to the harbor's main dock to allow access to all four submarines, and they start to unpack...

By "morning", under the light of the full moon, the Night Market is open for business!

This time, it's four vendors that arrive:
  • Pluto, the Night Market's leader, who rolls out of her submarine in a custom-built wheelchair.

  • Catherine, a coy-eyed blonde with a bombshell choice of wardrobe, who appears to be somehow teeming with secrets.

  • Variks, the Loyal, a prison warden who deals in all variety of secrets.

  • John Silver, an opportunistic cook who spent his life aboard a space pirate ship.

They've brought a handful of helpers with them to set up the market and run the various booths and games. Though they have no torches among them, the docks are lit with the blue glow of the submarines, their lights rippling slowly in intricate patterns and shapes, reminiscent of carnival lights.

•••

Accepted currencies at the Night Market include: Building and scrap materials, old tablets, old lanterns, captured forest spirits, torches, information, and most importantly... Plutonium. Of course, attempting to barter is always an option... but these currencies are your best bet for dealing with the various vendors offered by the Night Market.

All purchases must be logged on the Night Market purchase page while the market is open! Backdated purchases won't be accepted. However, as long as transactions are started ICly while the market is open, you're welcome to belatedly submit those transactions to the purchase page. Please do your best to log the purchases as close to the window as possible, though!

Congratulations to Sydney and King who won our last AC lottery for a chance to play Night Market shopkeepers! Sydney is playing Variks and King's playing Silver! Be sure to hit up these awesome shopkeepers up under the NPC header below! And as a reminder, please direct all plot questions/topics to one of the mod NPCs, as our players and discord mods aren't given any plot info beyond what's already available in the game. This visit, Danielle is playing Catherine, so she can answer plot questions, along with Pluto. P is for plot!

Here are the vendors and their inventories for the current Night Market visit:
PLUTO
  • Special orders - Pluto can procure items just like Rastus, but she can get you specific goods from homeworlds. The more specific the request, the more it will cost. Items ordered through Pluto will arrive on the next ferry.

  • Heals - A borrowed gun-looking device allows Pluto to heal even the most grievous of injuries. This item doesn't belong to her, though, so... results may vary

CATHERINE
  • Confession - In the place of a standard vendor's stall is a small, modest confessional. Catherine keeps the door open on the priest's side, sitting inside it while she waits for her customers. Feel interested in airing out your grievances? Well, it might not be an official sort of purge, but hop into the curtained compartment and she'll give you a non-judgmental ear to listen. Just don't ask for advice; she's not here to give it. But if you want to pray to her, well, she won't object to being treated like a Goddess.

  • A brief reunion - Just want to see someone's face again? A friend, a family member, someone you miss more than anyone else you've ever known? It seems that this mysterious lady has a knack for sensing who it is you desire to see again the most. Exactly how this works, she's not inclined to share, and unfortunately there's no real way to provide you with who it is she's able to show you... but a few meaningful moments could mean some peace of mind for some people.

  • Adult toys - A padlocked trunk full of specialty toys and supplies (and apparent torture devices?) to tide over any individual who would consider themselves properly kinky (or perhaps just a tad adventurous in their intimate exploits). Anyone over the age of eighteen is free to browse the wares, but the stall's keeper will keep it locked for anyone who died before reaching a legal age of adulthood. Sorry, kids. Maybe when you've been dead for a few more years.

VARIKS, THE LOYAL
  • Restraints & prison supplies - Cages, shackles, handcuffs, chains, rope. Want to keep a forest spirit (or fellow resident) contained and restrained? He's got you covered. Maybe it's for their own good, he may be the Kell of the House of Judgement but he won't question your motives too hard. What he has on display is mostly person-sized restraints and smaller cages for trapping forest spirits to use as currency elsewhere in the Night Market. But if you need something specific he may be able to accommodate.

  • Lantern shells - Tired of carrying the same lantern around day after day? Change how it looks with a lantern shell. The "shell" looks like a shimmery 12-sided die in various colors but touch it to your lantern and it'll be absorbed and change your lantern into a specific color / shape / size, etc. They can be removed at will and return your lantern to it's default look. Get multiple shells and have a different lantern every day of the week! You're only as fashionable as your Ghost. Er. Lantern.

  • ACCEPTED CURRENCIES - He'll take all the basics, with a preference for lanterns or lantern pieces, and also secrets. Secrets can be about yourself, others, places, the Wild Hunt... The juicier the secret the more valuable it is to him. He probably won't tell Pluto. Probably.

JOHN SILVER
  • Ready-made meals - This extremely personable vendor will greet you jovially and invite you up in a very thick, very pirate-y accent— though it's probably not him that draws you up so much as the mouth-watering smell of cooking food. He has a number of ready-made meals, but he can also whip up something special if you have a specific request. And when he says specific, he MEANS specific... looking at those of you with Certain Dietary Requirements.

    Bonza Beast Stew: What's a Bonza Beast? Who knows! Where did he find one on this planet? You'll never find out, because it's a secret recipe. Have a bowl of this hearty stew, though, and you'll find that you'll be pleasantly warm and happy for a good long while.

    Wild Rosemary Quiche: Vegetarian and beautifully fragrant. Consuming this will make you particularly nimble for a while.

    Fish & Chips: What is says on the tin and possibly the best you've ever had. Wonder what that fish is...? The only side effect is that you have an almost insatiable desire to go swimming. Might want to be careful with that one...

    Steamed Buns: A meaty option and the veggie option. Both buns will increase good fortune for a limited period of time.

    Apple Rose Puffs: Sweet and delicate, they will also leave you smelling sweetly of flowers for hours afterward.

    Baklava: Nutty and sweet, after eating this you feel compelled to say whatever kind things you've been feeling or have been on your mind.

    Moonshine: No side effects, unless you count getting completely blasted very quickly.

    You can also purchase ready-made packages of ingredients with a written recipe included to take home and cook for later! Except the Moonshine. That you'll have to buy directly.

  • Poisons - Ask the right questions, and you can get access to Silver's under-the-counter stash of goods. "Poisons" here is used loosely, as it includes concentrated doses of all sorts of concoctions. This includes: deadly poisons of varying intensities, poisons that induce sleep, poisons that will warm you from the inside or that will give you a bone-deep chill, poisons that are actually venom you can put on a blade, etc. All poisons are good for 2 doses, so use them wisely.

  • Repairs - Nothing too complicated, mind! Silver is good with mechanical fixes, but not with anything too delicate.

  • ACCEPTED CURRENCIES - Silver accepts all the regular kinds of currencies, but he does have a preference for gossip (which he loves), information, and building/scrap materials. He will also gleefully take recipes your character might know and ingredients that have been foraged or brought from the ferry as a form of payment. Keep in mind that the more you ask for, the more you will have to pay— and those poisons don't come cheap.

DR. SCHICKSAL'S HINT-O-MATIC
  • AMA - Does your character have any burning questions they just need to have answered? Dr. Schicksal's Hint-O-Matic is a phonebooth-looking device with a screen prompting the user to input a question. When a question is asked, Dr. Schicksal's Hint-O-Matic will spout out an answer! Questions can be typed in via keypad or spoken aloud, and answers will be automatically read aloud for characters that can't read the screen. These answers are always true, no matter what the question, but this information comes at a cost—your character will be blessed with a random status effect for the remainder of the month. We will check permissions posts before issuing a status effect, and please keep in mind that these effects stack! 😃 Each question you ask it (or say at it, rhetorically or otherwise) will "cost" one status effect. And, yes, you can literally ask anything.

Finally, please use the Night Market Purchases page for all transactions! We're changing this up from how we did it last time so that we can better keep track of what's going where. You're still welcome to thread out purchases on this log, though! Just be sure to note it on the purchase page, as well.
•••

Other than the vendors, the Night Market has brought with them the following attractions:
  • COFFEE CART - The coffee cart offers every variety of hot drink a person could fathom, and it's complimentary! A few small tables have been set up in front of the cart around an outdoor heater, glowing happily as it warms this little section of dock.

  • CANDY SHOP - Sweet treats offered at the candy shop are also free for the taking, but be careful—some treats carry with them a random status effect that will last for the next hour. The treats and resulting status effects are left entirely up to you players, so feel free to create your own hijinx! This is us trusting you not to break the game, so don't abuse this privilege, and feel free to ask us if you're unsure about limitations! Not all treats will produce an effect, but those that do will have no tells, meaning characters will not be able to strategize when eating the candy. (In meta terms: if you want your character to engage in wacky bullshit, but they're a party pooper and hate fun and wouldn't willingly indulge, this is your opportunity to trick them into shenanigans.)

  • CARNIVAL GAMES - The small section of carnival games includes ring toss, skeeball, balloon darts, a shooting gallery, a fishing game, a plinko game, and an RC racing game with toy vehicles. The rules are all somewhat nebulous, but feel free to play out your characters interacting with these games on your own! They're all free to play, and prizes include knitted forest spirit plushies, wind-up goldfish that float through the air, and buckets of those plastic spider rings and finger topper guys that cost like one ticket apiece at Swings-N-Things.

  • WHACKY WAVING INFLATABLE ARM FLAILING TUBE MEN - They are also here, and they have a jukebox with them with an unfathomably large selection of songs. This area of the dock is probably meant for dancing.

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callada: (never believed in reading the leaves)

Rosinante | OTA

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-10 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It has been a few weeks since Rosinante spent much time out and about. Aside from a trip back to the surgery wing with a few others to make sure it's clear and safe now, he has spent much of the time in bed or not far from The Invincible aside from a few minor trips to keep from getting too bored. But finally, other than some stiffness and some still-lingering nausea he's certain is purely psychological, Rosinante is feeling up to just being out and walking around. Just in time for the market!

As has become a market tradition of his, he's done up his makeup in something somewhat seasonal for the day, with spring leaves and flowers decorating his cheek and lips done in a vibrant pink. He's currently at the:

RC Racing. "How the hell..." he grumbles to himself as he fiddles with the controls. The car moves in fits and starts, then zips off and crashes immediately into a barricade, which sets off a very small Rube Goldberg series of colliding objects ending with some of the market decorations landing on your head. Oops?

Coffee cart. Always a favorite, he's seated precariously in a too-small chair with his long legs folded up awkwardly, spiderlike, while he sips at a steaming cup of green tea. Here he's just observing as others walk around, overhearing conversations he isn't part of, but he's probably happy to catch up and chat.
worthallthis: (grin-sarge)

RC Racing

[personal profile] worthallthis 2020-04-11 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Soldat's metal arm comes up automatically to block falling... plushies... and ribbons... okay.

"If you're tryin' to brain me, not trying hard enough," they comment, after working out what happened and finding it kind of amusing. "Need some help there?"
callada: (are you actually high right now?)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-11 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh - hang on."

If he's noticed the mild chaos causing those ribbons to drape around Soldat's shoulders, he doesn't react. Rosinante is glaring daggers at the car now as he moves his entire body with the controller while trying to back the car up, but of course it doesn't respond to body movement and eventually just shoots straight backward and crashes again.

"Maybe. How the hell does this thing work?" It should probably be intuitive enough, but working out the details of steering and acceleration for the strange little vehicle is something he hasn't quite grasped yet.
worthallthis: (amused-sarge)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2020-04-11 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Soldat untangles themselves from the ribbons, sets the fallen plush spirit toy back on the booth's counter, and waits for Rosinante to figure out he needs help with the infinite patience of someone who is used to waiting for someone to figure out they need help. The only reason they're not barging in to help without asking is because it's Rosinante, not Steve, and they know Rosi doesn't like that sort of thing.

"Here, I'll show you. These are very sensitive, probably to try and make it harder to win, so you're going at it too hard." They point out which direction of the little mini-joystick does what, and how hard to move it. Which is very, very not-hard.
callada: (recuerdos de su condición)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-12 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah." No, it's not hard, but how was he to know that there was a brakes button? Or that the little thumb stick could respond so sensitively to the amount it was pushed forward or back rather than it being all or nothing. Some things are just not intuitive for someone who as never heard of an arcade or a video game, it turns out.

Well, he can fiddle with it a little more now. "What's the RC stand for?" he asks, nodding to the nearby sign.
worthallthis: (but i did it)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2020-04-12 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Nono, very very not-hard in how much pressure to put on the joystick thing, not on how hard it is to operate. The more sensitive the joystick is, the more difficult it is to operate if you aren't very careful with it. No judgment from Soldat. Or from mun. Those things are tricky.

"Remote controlled. Since control comes from that." A nod to the controller in Rosi's hands. "That's my guess, anyway. They didn't have these when I was young enough to play with them." And nobody let the Asset play with tiny toy cars.
callada: (dress best in boldly-striped sweaters)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-13 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Makes sense." And he's picking it up quickly enough, now, given both instruction plus a moment to do something akin to practice. He really does have quite good coordination. Well. Most of the time.

"Didn't have anything like it where I came from but that's true of a lot of the things here. Magic, right?"

Seems like magic, which these people have such an abundance of. More often than not, they give "magic" as the reason for all sorts of things. It always comes as a bit of a disappointment of an answer, but he's accepted that's just how most of the other worlds are. At least devil fruits make sense.

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paletteswap: (Tea)

Coffee Cart

[personal profile] paletteswap 2020-04-11 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Kuai has a large mug of tea, holding it in both hands and sipping it while keeping an eye on everyone around them. He sits across from Rosinante far warier than he'd been previous tea dates. His optimistic nature has taken a beating in the past almost-year.

"How are you faring?" He's been worried about everyone. Not so much for their wounds which would mend in time, but for the memories, which would take far more than time to dull. Torture, pain, suffering, it stays with you even if distance starts to numb the pain.
callada: (sit and wait a while)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-11 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a more complicated question than it sounds, with an equally complicated answer. Those few days were difficult, and their impacts far more lasting than he cares to admit. Rosinante has lived through hell, survived some of the worst things humanity can throw at a child, and as a result he figures he can crawl through pretty much any flaming catastrophe and come out on the other end of it now, but that doesn't mean it's always easy.

He gives a sigh and slouches a little in his seat. "Better," he says. "It's good to get out, see the market. I always hated the part of recovery that's just lying in bed for days on end."

Not the loneliness of it so much as the boredom. He didn't really expect visitors, though he appreciates the ones he had greatly.
paletteswap: (I hate this place)

[personal profile] paletteswap 2020-04-12 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Kuai nods in agreement, he's been there. "Being ready to do something, anything, and having your body be unable almost feels like a betrayal."

He had to be practically chained to the bed to keep from making injuries worse while healing. Time spent idle is time wasted. Or that had been his mantra when he was alive anyway. Now he's dead and there just isn't that much to do at all times. He has started switching up his Sudoku time with Mahjong though. Progress.

"I'm glad you're well enough to venture out again. Sometimes being able to see others can be more healing than any salve." He pauses, starts to ask something about what had happened. But no, this is not the time to tear open faintly healed wounds. The Night Market is for relaxing and not thinking about such things.

"Whatever he's cooking over there," Kuai nods his head towards John Silver's cart. "Smells delicious. That coupled with the tea and I'm disappointed that they don't set up market every month."
callada: (that was my last cigarette :()

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
At the nod, he glances briefly toward the cook, then shakes his head and sips at his tea. It's hard to appreciate food these days. Hopefully that's something that will pass, but half the time he still feels like he's about to gag at the sight of anything dark and meaty. Salads are safe. Rice is fine. Only if he makes it himself, though.

"I'm looking forward to speaking with Pluto once she's less busy," he says, mostly to change the topic for his own sake. "She did me an impressive favor last time. We're lucky to have her around."
paletteswap: (Finish this)

[personal profile] paletteswap 2020-04-22 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I need to speak to her as well, but there are others who need her services more." He glances over to where she's sitting, seeing a group clustered around.

"Perhaps later. I'm sure she has some interesting information on the Hunt as well. I don't like the feeling I'm getting about this. That we may have some sort of in-fighting brewing over how to proceed against the World Eaters. It's probably inevitable, and we've been here nearly a year now. But I'd hoped that in death we'd be beyond that."

Ever the optimist he'd genuinely hoped people would work together against the threat and not potentially split into a group that wanted to lay down and die.
callada: (/mic drop)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-22 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"So far I haven't seen much infighting," Rosinante comments with a shrug. It isn't blind optimism though, of course - he's actively monitoring the situation, made easier by the app he got from Alistair. The same app which he's been meaning to get to Kuai the moment Will had it ready, so he's glad that the Grandmaster ran into him today.

"I do have a request, though, on that note. Come with me," he says as he stands, immediately tangles his legs in his chair and collapses on the ground. The mug in his hands goes flying and shatters on the ground, spilling tea in an arc while Rosinante grumbles to himself and extracts himself from the furniture so he can sit up.

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unwieldy: (time for another break.)

rc racing.

[personal profile] unwieldy 2020-04-11 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, here Haein is enjoying himself (that's a lie, he never does that) when suddenly there are objects crashing down on his head. Is this a murder attempt? Is this what everyone's been warning him about? Death by falling stuffed animals? Haein swipes at the last few falling toward him before he looks up and around for the cause. It doesn't take long before he spots the RC car and then its controller in the hands of... oh.

A look of recognition crosses Haein's face, and then it's quickly replaced by his typical scowl.

"Your clumsiness has an impressive reach," he mutters, recalling Rosinante's tendency to trip on air.
callada: (nothing to see here)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-11 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Very funny. Also, very true, but he's not going to just admit that openly. Using that clumsiness to his advantage to be underestimated by his brother and his goons was fine in that period of his life, but it's less welcome here where he wants these people to think of him instead as competent and capable.

"I've just never tried this," he says with a shrug, then gives up briefly, lowering his hands as he looks down at Haein. "I see you found your way to the market. What do you think?"
unwieldy: (when will the end come.)

[personal profile] unwieldy 2020-04-11 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
What does he think...? Does he start with the trunk filled with adult toys or with the whacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men? The possibilities are endless.

In response, though, Haein lifts one shoulder in a slight shrug. It's a lot to take in, but so was his arrival, and he's beginning to get used to the fact that things are just weird around here.

"I think I need to start collecting junk if I want to make any use of future markets."
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-11 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I still never have half the things these people want. But sometimes they'll take things they don't ask for. I've had pretty good luck trading food and information. And you're welcome to take any of the wood I've cut that's stacked north of The Invincible. Sometimes Pluto takes building supplies. Scrapyard's a good place to look too."

He shrugs and offers the controller to Haein. "You know anything about how to work these?"
unwieldy: (yo i forgot how to make icons...)

[personal profile] unwieldy 2020-04-12 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Haein's taken aback by the offer to take wood, not really sure why it's been offered to him in the first place. As someone who's always been surrounded by people with hidden motives, it's... suspicious. He doesn't say anything in response, though his expression does look somewhat skeptical before he's pulled out of his thoughts by the question.

Stepping closer, he takes the controller from Rosinante and turns it over in his hands to inspect it. Nothing about it seems all that different from the ones he's seen back home. "They're fairly popular where I'm from," he says, then tests the controls for a moment. Once he gets the gist of it, Haein manages to maneuver the little car away from where it had crashed so that it zooms in their direction and stops neatly at their feet.

"Looks like it still runs just fine."
callada: (recuerdos de su condición)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-13 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Never seen one before the market," he says as he peers down at it. "Neat little toy, I guess. It's a car, right?"

Says so on the display, but honestly this is something he's never asked about. "Car" is one of those mysterious words like "computer" that until Beacon, he'd never even heard. The real ones must be bigger. He knows they're supposed to carry people, and travel at great speeds. This toy is the closest he's ever seen to one, though.

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patriotnow: (pic#13753702)

Coffee

[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-04-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Ashford had been blowing on his coffee to cool it down before noticing a certain, unpleasantly familiar lanky character sitting in a chair entirely unsuited for him nearby.

His last encounter with Rosinante, though a while ago, had not...lets say....gone well.

He stops and stares intently, cup still held just below his chin.]
Edited 2020-04-13 00:59 (UTC)
callada: (esa locura que nos es natural)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The last time they met was also something of an anomaly - for when Rosinante looks over at the man who is apparently watching him, he recognizes him as a face he's seen around town but not someone he's really ever spoken to, and certainly not as the poor warped individual he'd been so cruel to thanks to the effects of their lanterns. He frowns a little in confusion, not quite sure what this is about.]

Can I help you with something?
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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-04-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Not if it's like the last time you tried to 'help' me

[Ashford remains a distance away, looking as though he just swallowed something he only belatedly realized had gone bad]
callada: (ahora empiezo a retratar)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-25 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
I'm ... sorry, I don't know what I did. Mind filling me in?

[The lanterns. Has to be that, right? Or was this someone who suffered as a result of his actions and he didn't even know? Had he somehow angered the green-eyes when they were trapped together, and they had taken it out on the others? That's just as reasonable an assumption. He hadn't been fully lucid through most of that and he knows it.]
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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-04-25 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He eyes him a moment, unsure if his not remembering is genuine or an act. Then he gestures crudely towards his own crotch and nods towards Rosi.]

All recovered?
callada: (honestly the shock of it all)

[personal profile] callada 2020-04-25 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

His eyes widen abruptly in realization. Yeah that explains it. Damn, the poor guy had really suffered intensely, hadn't he? Now that it's been pointed out, though, he realizes where the similarities lie in facial structure and in voice with the tragically twisted version of the man that he saw when he was entirely out of his own mind.

Immediately remorseful, he holds out an open palm as if to placate him. Or reassure him. Both, perhaps.]

I am so sorry. I didn't - are you okay? Whatever the lanterns did, it looked so painful.