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Cursed Night Market

Welcome

You’re not sure how you got here, but you don’t seem to mind. You feel a pervasive sense of calm with regard to your environment. You have entered what appears to be a night market. Perhaps the concept is familiar to you, or perhaps it isn’t. Colorful stalls, glowing with lantern light, line the path before you. You know what you need to do to return to where you came from. Investigate the various stalls - buy and sell what you have, until you’re able to purchase a path back. The merchants will take any currency that you have on hand. If you don’t have any, you will find some coins of an ambiguous nature in your pocket.

Rare Items

The first stall that you encounter boasts that you can buy and sell rare items. After trading a coin, the merchant hands you something - insists you take it. You don’t recognize the item, but the person behind you does. It is something extremely dear to them. If they check their person, they will find the item missing. If you attempt to return the item to them, you will find that you are unable to. Helpfully, the merchant offers that the person the item belongs to must tell the buyer a story about the item before it can be returned.

Fortunes

The second stall you encounter claims to buy and sell fortunes. Trading a coin, the merchant will relay to you a fortune, but, as you listen, you realize that it isn’t your fortune at all. With a cackle, the merchant explains that you must deliver the fortune with the person behind you. Neither of you can leave the booth until you have revealed to them their future.

Memories

The third stall you encounter claims to buy and sell memories. You can choose to sell the merchant a memory you would like to forget, or you can ask to buy someone else’s memory. Selling your memory will transfer it to the person behind you. In return, you will gain one of their memories. Buying a random memory will instead cause you to forget one of the people most important to you. In some instances, you might feel a great urgency to find someone, although you don't know who it is.

Dreams

The fourth stall you encounter claims to buy and sell dreams. Trading a coin at this stall will cause you and the person behind you to be transported into a shared dream. The dream may be about the highest point in your life or the lowest. It may also be about a close friend, there or gone. It may reveal your greatest desire or your greatest insecurity. Or any number of other things!

OOC notes

Suggestions on prompts: if you’re going to write one where someone will be seeing/receiving something from your character, it’s helpful to describe it in detail in the brackets in your TL. I know some of these prompts are probably a little confusing, but, I mean…it’s roleplay. Just fuck around. No one’s gonna police how you do things here.

Please feel free to top-level, tag in, and share this meme wherever you’d like - it is open to anyone. The four stalls mentioned are prompt suggestions, but you can go crazy and have any stall do basically anything you want. Please see/use subject line CWs. This musebox doesn’t have a dedicated rule list because it’s just for my personal shit, but please be kind, follow standard RP rules - just be nice! Do the right thing! If you have any questions, hit me up here.

code by Flyleaf ❖ inspired by event code by 10billionghosts ❖ background via unsplash

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[And all Freminet could do was just stare at her. As much as he wanted to say something, he wasn't sure if he was going to make it worse.]

Uh...

[No seriously, what was he supposed to do or say??]

[he doesn't have to say anything. Nyaa looks like she wants to run away and hide under a rock. she might, before the fortune teller gets her attention.

they give her a new slip of paper and she takes it, hoping that it will, you know, soften the blow of the last one. except this fortune is not meant for her, so it doesn't make sense.

after a moment, Nyaa turns and hands it to Freminet]

I-I think this is for you.

[Yeesh. Tough sell....]

Ehh… [Kel tilts his hand back and forth.] Well, I “got” it from the last vendor. He was like, [putting on a scratchy accented fantasy-salesman voice] “oi, kid, if you want coins, I got the deal for you,” and set me up here! Dunno where any of it came from before that.

[He shrugs.]

Cows, probably.

[Shoot. He could’ve used a business partner. But he accepts with a small nod—sort of.]

It doesn’t sound right, no. You listed off a whole lotta numbers for someone who says she’s not good at counting. [Kel, those were percentages—]

Well. Bad news first, then. [His eyes slide over Akechi, take in the way he eyes the shadow. It makes a thrill spool out through his chest, even in his preparation to dissuade him should he try it.] I have to read your fortune in order for us to leave.

[He knows it bothers Akechi. And really, it should get on his nerves too...

...but how can it, when Akira feels more at peace than he has in longer than he'd like to think about?]

Maybe you won't see it the same, but I think the good news here is that you have a fortune to be told at all.

[Akechi has a future. It sings under his veins, makes his steps feel lighter. The glove, back in its rightful place in his back pocket, feels more like more of a comfort than it ever has.]

[As he looked at his fortune, he raised an eyebrow or two. This was quite the message he got.]

"I cannot help you for I am just a fortune. ☺️"

[In return, he just stared at the piece of paper and then looking back at Nyaa.]

Uh...

I'm okay at remembering percentages if it's a fact I've learned recently; that's different to having to count and remember and add-up in the moment.

[ She peers a little closer at one of the jugs, mindful that the ends of her two matching plaits don't get unintentionally dipped. ]

Do you have chocolate milk? I bet that'd sell much quicker!

[wait. so she got the embarrassing fortune and Freminet didn't have to say anything? Nyaa stares back, then turns her head to look at the fortune teller. but they have long since gone on to the next couple of people]

That was... unfair.

[Abruptly Kel claps. Points at his genius would-be customer.] Chocolate milk! Yeah, that’d fly off the shelf for sure.

[Beat.]

You see any stalls around here with chocolate?

[Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe…]

[They could run. They could leave. Leave everything behind—like they were going to anyway, weren’t they? One way or another.

[Something in Basil’s gut lurches.]

Th… that’s right, Sunny. [He tries to take a step; can’t. Ignores it, ignores it, ignores it—] We can run… j-just you and me....

[There’s an ugly tap behind them, the vendor’s nails on the table. The future must be revealed, the vendor says, or maybe that’s Basil’s head; either way, surely Sunny hears it, too....

[Basil gulps.]

That’s… all there is to it....

A-ah…

[Well. That’s a fortune that’s already come true, hasn’t it?

[“A new path”… can be promising. Basil tells himself it is. He never expected to end up in a place like this, after all. Maybe Heaven is real....

[And if this is his new path, good. He hopes he doesn’t see a single familiar face here, then.

[He nods, small. The doubt on his face falls away in pieces, dead leaves in autumn. When the path clears, he’ll see it. That’s all he needs to know.]

Th…thank you, Asriel.

[He feels eyes crawling on his neck.]

A-and I should tell you, too, that… there was more to your fortune. [Basil reaches for the goat boy’s hands.] Is that okay…?

I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that this fortune would be this uh....unhelpful?

[Oh dear, now he felt terrible. What he to do? Starting to panic, he looked around to see what other things he could do to make her feel better.]

How about we get another one? Perhaps this one was just a bad fortune.

[Armin is used to absorbing impossible information by now, but it still makes his head spin. Of course, Eren would be able to access other realities - more so than anyone, Armin thinks. But he resents that Eren ended up - by choice, or otherwise - in a reality without him.

[What shocks Armin more than anything is that Eren, as Armin last knew him, would open a would-be home and food to someone he barely knew. Armin knew an Eren once that might have done something like that, but even then, kindness was always reserved for the people Eren loved most. He believed that The Rumbling was a kindness too, but Armin knows, now, that that isn't all.

[His best friend is a walking contradiction. Of course it doesn't make sense. Nothing with Eren does.

[What Maruki relays to Armin next - that makes sense. It makes sense because Armin knows exactly how their bond feels. He'd wondered, only briefly - and he hates himself for it now - if Eren's love for him had faded. Eren proved a thousand times over that it was always as strong as it had ever been.

[At long last, Armin's eyes well with tears. His nose makes a funny shape - he tries so hard to hold it all in. He can't speak. It's too dangerous. But he has to, doesn't he? How couldn't he, to something like that.]

We're not meant for this. [His jaw trembles, mouth open, the words having left, but an emptiness as to what to say next.

[Armin shrugs, miserable. He sucks in a gasp that's meant to be a sob; shrugs again.]

We're not meant to be apart. We're not.

[Right.] So, at the first opportunity for money, you jumped despite not having any idea what you were getting into.

How is that working out for you?

[Eren places a hand on his friend's shoulder.]

Breathe, Maruki.

Hey, hey, hey, [hands raised, still goofing around, but he does mean this;] don’t start thinking I’m some kind of money-grubbing charlton. [“Charlatan”—] It’s just a means of acquiring goods and services.

In this case… [He leans an elbow on the counter, as if preparing to share a trade secret. Voice doesn’t lower, though.] …word on the street is, you can buy your way outta this place. And I’ve had my fun, don’t get me wrong, but I should really get back before my [parents think I’m skirting curfew] little sister wakes up and throws a fit. Can’t be a negligent big bro, y’know?

[As flat as the day is long:] And you thought the milk stand was the secret exit.

[It is, by the way.]

Yup!

[He has no idea.]

( He feels relief wash over him. That's... good, isn't it? He thanked him. Even if it sounds like he's going to fight with a friend, he's glad to hear that it wasn't as bad as it could've been.

He stops when Basil mentions the other part of his fortune, tilting his head a bit. Why did he keep it to himself until now?)

Ah, really...? ( Clawed hands reach carefully then, putting his hands into Basil's. Holding someone's hands like this is nostalgic. It's... something that he misses. )

S-Sure, heehee. What is it?

[The glove confuses Armin as well - nothing much rare about a glove, really, though he supposes there's something he doesn't know--

[Ah. And, then, recognition from behind him - or, so Armin assumes. He holds up the glove in his palm, smiling politely.]

I haven't, no. As far as I can tell, it's just an ordinary glove...

Have you seen it before?

I think I'm all fortuned out.

[she shakes her head and eventually pulls herself away from the stall. there will be no murdering the fortune tellers today. instead, she looks at Freminet]

Say, since you're here, do you know how you got here?

[Cocking his head to the side. What is this silly guy up to?]

You got a stand...? [He speaks a little more confidently these days. His lips even twitch, nearly smiling.] No whey. [:30:]

It’s more dairy than I can stand! [Sunny’s the pun-master here, but Kel tries. By god, he does try.]

But you [pointing, with finger guns] get a boyfriend bonus. As many jugs as ya want, on the house!

[There's a way home. Sunny doesn't know what it is, and he hasn't asked. He's wandered around the market for hours now - lost, scared, but not all that eager to find a solution...

[He's perceptive. He doesn't have to ask people questions if he can hear what they're saying - and he heard something. It's not a stall, but a person. Sunny commits the appearance to memory - glasses, brown hair, Japanese. He searches the market with fiddling fingers, eyes uncertain and searching...

[And then he finds him. Sunny approaches. He swallows down a lump in his throat, anxiety peaking.]

Excuse me...

[Akira turns to face a man unimpressed. He hears the merchant's mischief - knows the fortune is his; says:]

No need.

[He knows his future intimately, thank you - Eren himself, stomping the world flat with an army of giants. There's only one big ocean of blood left. His friends will save 20% of humanity. They'll be honored as heroes by the world, and the curse plaguing Eren's race will be definitively ended, all titans purged from the world.

["It might be good, but at least half of it is bad." Yeah. That sounds about right.

[There is something that Eren doesn't know, however - how the final battle will come to pass, and whether all of his friends survive. He never shows how that plagues him. He doesn't want any of them to die at his hand - doesn't want to consider what it would be like to be in that position, nor whether he'd actually follow through.

[Millions will die, crushed under Eren's heel, but no, in the end, none of the friends he has remaining in the world will perish. There is that, at least.]

I'm only here to investigate. I already know my future.

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BOYFRIENDS EDITION

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