humiliatious | 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.

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[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.

[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?

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.]

[A beat.]

You're not very intelligent, are you?

[Says Eren "Garden Variety Idiot" Jaeger.]

[Kel throws his hands up in (half-)playful surrender, exasperated. Not an unfamiliar comment, that.]

I need coin, I look for coin. Vendor offers coin, I do what vendor wants to get coin.

[He reaches for the nearest jug and plops it on the counter between them, as roughly as the glass allows without breakage.]

You gonna buy or what?

[No way that milk isn't warm by now. How long has it been sitting out?]

No. I'm not. I don't need any milk, and buying it isn't going to get either of us any close to returning to our realities.

Use your brain.

[The mystical reality altering milk sits untouched.]

[Oh. He’s explaining this badly.]

It’s not just about the milk, see. I use my coins and, as word on the street goes, buy my way back home! [Never mind who, exactly, he’s supposed to purchase that path from. Baby steps.

[Actually—] Wait, are you saving up for a path back, too? [“Realities.” Funny word choice.]

Obviously.

[A beat.

[Another one.

[Kel clasps his hands together. Points at his not-customer.] You. [Himself.] Me. [Back and forth between them.]

Combine dosh.

What?

My coin, your coin.

[Pointer fingers up. Then together, towards the counter.]

We combine our coins and buy a way out for both of us.

Or. We combine our coins and you use them to buy yourself a way out. I get it. [He could have said nothing and done that instead, but he didn't think of that, did he?]

Aww, you really think I’d stiff ya like that? [It’s not a bad idea, actually. But Kel only “borrows” cash like that from good friends! He’s nice to strangers!] Nah, it’s both of us or nothin’, now. We’re in this as a team.

I never agreed to form a team with you. I don't even know you.

I'll find the path home on my own, thanks. [One last glance over the dairy stand.] Good luck with your...milk. [Not at all genuine. He moves to take his leave.]

Team-work makes the dream—! […work.

[Oh. He’s walking away.

[Kel huffs a little sigh. Ah well. Can’t win ’em all, heh....]

Good luck, buddy! [But that’s genuine.]

[He’d stiff a stranger, Eren. Do not believe his lies.]

[INSTANTLY EMBRACING, KISSING, AND CARRYING AWAY SUNNY.]

Cursed Night Market

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lmao I'll move toward a wrap here - fuckin' silly thread

o7

gag?

gag?