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7 March, 2017

Wally and Doll eat at the Goblin Market, and make the beginnings of a deal!

Where The Wild Roses Grow

• • • IC Time: Tue Mar 07 15:29:13 2017 ***
    • OOC Time: Tue Mar 07 15:29:13 2017 ***

The Goblin Market is always a busy place for the area, hobs bustling in and out of the location with various things--and services--on offer, from materials to finished products. On this day, however, things seem a bit calmer than usual, so instead of running around from place to place, Wallace Randolph West is strolling in between 'jobs'. Why exactly a changeling who is pretty obviously quite high Wyrd is busying himself in a place like this is strange in and of itself. He bears the blue sash of the Guild of the Sacred Journey, and such fae are rarely seen doing simple market business. Yet he is in fact here, the area where his footprints pass briefly limned with bright streaks of electricity as he walks from booth to stall, passing friendly greetings to the hobs in the place.

Doll is standing near one of the stalls, eyeing the odds and ends that can be bought. The fairest has skin like porcelain with hairline cracks, a set of green glass eyes and silky black hair that ends in soft curls. She has a black coat on over her top and a pair of black pants and her fingers are laced together before her. The pointed nails are glass as well. She's the kind of perfection that is eerie, too perfect in the uncanny valley sort of way.

Wally approaches the stall that you're standing at and pauses to look you over; he says, cheerily, "Hi there! I haven't seen you around here--though I've only been back around for the last week--and I've basically been away since the day I moved *in* on errands--and you seem interesting. I'm Wally, what's your name?"

Doll turns to look at him, her face and eyes empty, a lack of emotion though her energy does seem to pick up some as he nears. "Hi, I'm Doll." She says while reaching out and offering her hand, a bit of emphasized cheer in that soft voice. Though the suns still around, shadows appear to always cling to her area, darkening it.

Wally takes the proffered hand and bends over it with a light and dry kiss before releasing it. "Hello, Doll. Are you visiting the Freehold, or do you live here?"

Doll quirks a small smile. "Well, I don't live right here exactly but I live off in town." She tells him. "I don't know who is silly enough to actually live in the Hedge." She points out. "I'm just seeing what is in the market today."

Wally grins. "I didn't mean actually live in the *hedge* so much as being part of the Freehold. There's something of a dearth of interesting things to be had today; I understand many of the stalls are awaiting re-stocking, but you can always find -something- of interest if you're looking for it. There's some great food and drink to be found if nothing else!"

"Oh, silly me." She says with that strange smile. "Yes, I'm a member." She tells him. "I mostly make my own things, but I stop by for ingrediants or pieces now and then." She tells him with a nod. "Why not check out this food and drink?" She offers him.

"Alright!" he says, and leads her through the market stalls gladly, the electrical trod of his footprints making a lightly-glowing tracery of the path they are taking. "Gorge is hawking some honey-and-hedgefruit based drink today, and he's hit me up three times so far about it. I was waiting until his price went down near the end of the day, but if I've a guest, he'll likely lower the price regardless. He says it tastes a bit like honey bacon." With that, he leads her to the bustling stall of the Wild Rose troupeman Gorge, who is a large, furry cyclopean who's friendly and kind-faced. With a growling voice that is nonetheless welcoming, he greets them with a grin. "Who've you brought to me today, Wally?" he says, "A pleasure, miss; I'm Gorge, and you won't find better food and drink, trifles and gewgaws, anywhere in the area!"

Doll skips along behind Wally with a smile upon her face. As much as she can mimic is good state her eyes are always empty if one looks close enough. "It sounds good!" She tells him then looks up at Gorge once they arrive to his stall. "Hello there, I'm Doll." She says with a wave of her fingers. No use in trying to hide what she is while she is in the eyes of others like her. Doll certainly isn't the name she offers to humans. "What do you recommend?" She asks him. "What sorts of salads do you have to go with that honey drink?"

Wally says, "We'll each have that honey drink you mentioned; in return I offer you these," and from a pocket he removes a small bag of Bit o'Honey candies. "Perhaps you can make a different drink with -these-. As for salads, add this," and he pulls out a pair of Snickers bars and puts them on the table. "They say these 'really satisfy'; I like them myself." Gorge picks up the bit o'honey candies and puts them away, setting before the two large cups and pouring for them a thick and syrupy golden drink. He's clearly seen those candies before, but not the Snickers; he picks them up in their wrappers and sniffs at them, then nods, looking to Doll. "Salads--well, I've been sold out of Catseye Clover since noon, and horseradish ain't go with honey. But I do have a bundle'a greens that comes with nuts collected from a cranalack bush, tasty an' fresh. They make the salad taste like purple, which I'm told is different for everyone. Will that do?" he asks her.

Doll takes a seat and watches curiously as the think drink is poured for each of them, she then nods when he mentions the nut salad. "It sounds perfect!" She assures. "Though I'll have to stop back one of these days to try that clover one that sounds popular." She tells Gorge. Then she nods to Wally. "Thank you for getting this one." She tells him. "I owe you." She reaches for her glass, sniffs it, then she takes a sip of the golden drink. "Wow, that is 'something.'"

"Ah, it's nothing," says Wally as he sits back with his own drink as Gorge meanders off to make the salads. "Gorge likes junk food and fast food as currency should you come again. Clover's a hedgefruit--has glamour in it--I've got some that's preserved as powdered pills, but nothing tastes as good as when Gorge makes it; it's why the candy stores in town probably think I'm fast on the way to becoming a diabetic given how much I buy from them to sell to him!"

Doll chuckles some. "I'll keep that in mind." She's highly interested when he starts talking about that glamour clover, just another thing she needs to get addicted to. "Those sound very useful." She points out to him. "Pill or not. Do you make the pills yourself often? I'll be sure to try the salad sometime."

"Over the years I've learned how to preserve many types of hedgefruit. You sort of have to, if you're in my business--sometimes travelling as a courier takes you far from any goblin markets where such fruits can be found, and as well, far from places where you can -harvest- them and still have them be fresh when you -need- them. But it's sort of like the difference between grapes and grape jelly, or steak and beef jerky. It does the job, but it isn't as tasty." With a breath and another drink, he smiles as Gorge returns and sets the salad before him, picking out one of the nuts that 'taste like purple' and nibbling on it, thoughtfully. "Mmm...it tastes like...or calls forth memories of...Grover. The purple puppet from Sesame Street, when I was a child. How odd! Very good, Gorge!" The cyclopean beast smiles. "Knew you'd like it, wish I knew what a Grover was. Different for everyone. For me, it tastes like lilacs and strange rainbows."

Doll nods to him. "I see, sometimes freshness doesn't always matter." She points out. When the salads arrive she plucks one of the nuts out and tries it herself. What's purple to her? "Candies and lavender." She muses as she chews. "Thats very interesting." She lifts another nut this time only to examine it. "You might just have the most interesting food place here indeed." The doll compliments.

Gorge smiles and nods. "I thank you for the compliment, Mistress Doll, and hope you'll bring your friends sometime!" He goes off and busies himself with the other tasks in the stall. Wally turns to Doll, and says: "If you need help harvesting fruit, we can work something out; I'm pretty good at it, and if you're a crafter of things, there are always things I could use, in exchange."

Doll nods. "Sounds good to me! Yes, if you ever need me you should give me a call." She does have a phone, who doesn't. She writes down a number and passes it off to him. "I'm in the process of creating a Hollow and finding a place to stay and all that so I'm a little busy lately, but I'll settle everything soon and can still make time." She says with a smile.

"You are welcome to stay at the Wayhouse until such time as you find a more permanent residence that suits you," he says with a smile. "But where have you been staying until now?"

"Over at the Bed and Breakfast." Doll tells him. "I'm actually just sorting out arrangements to take the attic there for myself, instead of just a temporary room. It's all I need really. Thank you for the offer though. I'll keep it in mind too."

"All right. As for what I need made...I'm going to want something that makes me faster, but I don't yet know *what* can do that. I've got to give it some thought," says Wally, "but I'll get back to you. I'm sure such a thing will take a lot of time and be expensive, and so, I'll let you know, and give you some fruits next time I go harvesting as a down-payment, perhaps."

Doll ponders for a moment, curling a finger beneathe her chin then nods. "It is doable, but you are correct when you say it may be one of the longer things. Should go a bit faster once my workshop is set up and all." She points out. "I'll be happy to do it though."

"Then we have the beginnings of a deal, my friend. I will deliver to you hedgefruits for healing and glamour as I find them for myself; and when I have a plan or idea of what I want, and you figure out how long it will take, we will negotiate a price considering what I've given you as down-payment. Fair?" asks Wally.

Doll nods a few times. "Fair and fair, but don't feel the need to be a stranger until then." She tells him. "You know where to find me should you ever need. I suppose I should let you get back to your job for now?"

Wally extends a hand to shake on the deal, and says: "Very well."

Doll shakes on it with finality and then rises herself, to hunt for some supplies. "Take care now." She calls back to him.