Cursed Night Market

[pantheraliam]

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.

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Comments

> laby / rare item !!

[placation]

[ It's–

Just a glove.

Maruki listens to the man with genuine curiosity and doesn't hesitate before turning to Akechi. He's never supposed to stand behind him anymore, and that rule naturally has to get shoved aside when it comes to things like lines for dubious merchants – but maybe it will only prove why they should hold fast to it under all circumstances.

A singular glove. Black, right handed. Otherwise unremarkable. He holds it out in his palm. ]

Well?

[enteloki]

[Weird how both Akechi's gloved hands cross over his chest.

The glove in Maruki's hand a memory of declaration made in under the dimming neon lights of a city that never truly goes silent.

It's his. He wants it. That 'Well' is fucking annoying, like they're really going to listen to that shitty merchant? A thief doesn't get to decide the terms by which the owner gets the stolen item back.]

I refuse to play their shitty game. Hand it over.

[The merchant grows livid, as his hand shoots free from being wrapped around his own chest. 'It can't be returned without a story and-']

I bought it with a credit card at a store at some indiscernible time. There.

[placation]

[ To his credit, he tries to hand it over the, but–

No luck. Like his arms are locked. His hand curls around the glove and he looks over at the merchant who's tutting his tongue at them like they're particularly stupid children.

Maruki turns his attention back to Akechi, brows raised. ]

I guess that's not good enough. It does say rare items, to be fair...

[ Akechi's always wearing gloves. A single piece from one of the many pairs he surely had back in their true reality shouldn't be considered rare. ]

What's rare about it? Maybe that will work.