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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

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[nosleeves]

[this is some real little house on the prairie shit]

[helps people get the horses to the stables because it's better than standing around]

[recurred]

[but ma i dont want to get pants]

[just perpetual frowning in the market with pants. You don't wear pants with dresses. Now she's looking at shirts. everything looks like its from the civil war and its all very unflattering. All the faces being made. Not that she doesn't like shopping, but she doesn't like it when her choices are leather, knapsack, and shotty cotton blends.]

[when can she look at the sharp things.]

[sawedoff]

[cas poofed away somewhere. he can't really fault the guy cus if he had the chance to blip away from this clusterfuck of a party for a few days he'd probably take it but it's still annoying. there's your throwaway line buddy]

[looking at the sharp things. after he helps put the horses away. there's a little weapons vendor stall in the street like every good rpg has and he's turning a pretty silver dagger over in his hands while she makes faces at clothes. looks over to her while she's holding up some leather shindig and cracks a little smile]

Going for the dominatrix look?

[foodporn]

[bartering with a shop owner for something resembling shampoo. she's getting split ends here. and by bartering i mean succubusing it out of him. it's a tough life.]

[recurred]

[pouts a little and tosses it back down with a brief sideeye. she likes being bossy, but not that bossy.]

Not much for range. I imagine leather would be very....swampy.

[picks up another thing. this is hopeless]

[sawedoff]

Yeah I think you're better off. Mistress Oswald sounds like you're signing up to get a five foot seven dumpy comic to step on your balls.

[drops some change on the stall and finds a home for his precious in an inside pocket of his jacket and stops at the next stall up on his way over to her to snag a newspaper or whatever. The Medieval Times, Ye Old Scribtures.]

[inenochian]

[ owl eyes at her putting the moves on some random shopkeep. ]

[ has a moment of wondering if he should be offended. ]

[foodporn]

[pls]

[finagles a basket of scented soaps and all that good stuff. she's gonna have a bath montage. bitches love bath montages. turns around with an armful of her pilfered goods and nearly drops them when she spots him owling around and jumps]

Where did you come from?

[inenochian]

Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry. For startling you. [ apologizing is the thing to do, isn't it? ]

[ hands awkwardly half-out to help, should she lose control of any of the little seashell and flower shaped soaps. ]

I arrived last night, decided to wait here for the group to catch up.

[foodporn]

I thought you took off.

[pushes an escape artist bottle of scented oil back into basket before it makes a break for it and tucks the whole thing under her arm to scoot past him out of the store before the shop owner realizes he's not so enamored with her after all]

I mean, Sookie and Derek did. [shrugs like it doesn't bother her but it does. bitches be ditchin.] I guess asking how you got here so fast is a lost cause?

[inenochian]

[ doesn't really know why they're hightailing it, but she has the look of someone trying to be not-here as quickly as possible, so he just goes with it. ]

I thought it would be helpful to offer my horse to someone else. I...I'm not restricted to walking to get where I need to go.

[ he feels a little guilty about disappearing before with the statues, even though he'd had to do it to save them all. maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to explain to her some of the details. ]

You're hurt that they left. I didn't mean to give the impression that I wouldn't be back. [ then or just now. ]

[foodporn]

Well I'm glad you didn't blow town.

[leans over to run a hand down his arm with a flicker of a smile. it's her version of the bropat.]

But if you're telling me you can teleport and you've been holding out on us this whole time, I'm going to have to kick you.

[inenochian]

[ distracted by the arm-touching. he only ever gets arm touches when he's about to pass out, usually. ]

It's not teleportation exactly. [ stops walking in preparation to be kicked. ]

[recurred]

[tosses steampunk corset back into the pile]

You know someone would be into it.

[ditches the idea of an outfit change and goes fishing for ye olde tights or stockings or whatever it is they have there. looks up to catch him with a paper. surprising enough that there is any sort of publication in this place. do they have tabloids.]

Anything good?

[foodporn]

[stops walking too to give him the most disbelievey look]

You can teleport. [oh my god what can't you do] You didn't think to bring it up before we walked 500 miles? [and then we walked 500 more??]

[inenochian]

Well no. [ helpless flappy hands. ] I wasn't going to mention it.

[ picks at one of the buttons on the front of the shirt he got once he made it here. ] I can transport one or two people, maybe, but one or two dozen is more than pushing it.

[sawedoff]

[leans back against a fencepost while she montages and browses ye olde headlines for anything that jumps out]

Nostradamus came down with the plague and King Arthur stepped out on Gwen to bang the lady of the lake.

[that would be a no. snags a piece of jerky that's sunbaking off a nearby stall while the dude's turned to talk to a peasanty lady]

[foodporn]

Some mysterious superpowered thing you are.

[takes up walking again to round a corner. there's a cozy little hobbity inn she's beelining for. this bath isn't gonna take itself]

[inenochian]

[ doesn't know when to excuse himself when trying to be amiable with someone. so beelines with. ]

Mysterious...About that.

[foodporn]

What about it? Are you going to enlighten me?

[finally? sets basket on counter and leans over it to try and locate an innkeeper but they seem to have generously abandoned their post, so she turns back to him while they wait]

I hope it's really good after all this time you've kept me in suspense.

[recurred]

[did you just steal .this is why alderwood hates us.]

Ooh, I hear the lady of the lake is a fox.

[eyebrows at and swipes it from him as she passes by onto the next stall. yeah i stole your steal. and its delicious. holds it out like you can have it back now while she chews. stares at maps, all the maps, hook might shit himself.]

So we got american west, roman, persian, whatever. This place makes less and less sense.

[inenochian]

I thought we'd already established that you should expect a little disappointment from me.

[ shrugs like he didn't just trash his own prowess. ]

[ looks around to catch sight of anyone who might be an employee. is there a bell? would it be rude to ring the bell. but that's the purpose of the bell. ]

[sawedoff]

[he would be making eyebrows at the lady love comment but he's too busy being righteously offended at her jerky thieving. holds a hand out like EXCUSE ME and catches up with her to snatch it back when offered. don't just steal a man's meat. what's wrong with you]

Earth's greatest hits?

[stuffs the rest of it in his mouth before anyone can take it away from him again. we'll never be apart again. of course this results in gross mouth full talking]

Maybe someone's a fan. I don't know. It's a rat maze, I don't think it's supposed to freakin make sense.

[foodporn]

Would have been less disappointing if you weren't a hit and run.

[makes a face at him like she was expecting a big reveal. copped out. follows his line of sight to the bell and reaches over to slap a hand down on it]

[inenochian]

[ jumps a little. ]

[ it. it was loud. ]

That I can explain.