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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
HEHEHEHEH
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!
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[The fingerguns are cute. He's cute.]
You think...we can take it with us?
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[He glances back, at the multiple shelves of fragile calcium product, stacked nearly up to his eye level.
[He has two arms and no container. Sunny also has two arms, and as far as Kel can tell…]
Yes.
[Back to Sunny, he nods. Baps a fist on a flattened hand.]
We can do anything we set our minds to.
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Not all of it. [That smile twitches on Sunny's lips again.] You're wrong.
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Almost anything.
[That correction done, he reaches for a jug and plops it across the counter. It’s not terribly heavy, give or take an extra few pounds for that thick glass. But for one at a time? Sunny can handle it.]
I think our next point of business is gonna be finding a way out of this place. With milk. [A beat.] You see any wheelbarrows around here?
POST-CANON TALKATIVE SUNNY CAN U BELIEVE IT
[He takes the jug. It's open...]
This stinks...
MY BELOVED
[The pun-vengeance gears in Kel’s brain have only just started to turn, and then he gets a whiff of that milk and all the rest is discarded.]
Blegh! Heck, I’m never gonna sell that! [He swipes the nearest jug and, without checking, dumps it unceremoniously on the ground. Sorry, original milk vendor; not Kel’s fault you didn’t fridge your wares. Maybe the whole thing was a scam.]
Okay, [mostly-empty bottle tossed over his shoulder; cue comedic smash! in the background—] forget the milk. We get a cart, and some better drinks, and then we high-tail it outta here. How’s that sound?
"maybe" this whole thing was a scam
[Why does he wanna bring drinks home so badly? Isn't the point to get home at all?]
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It is now!
[It has not even dawned on him once that Sunny’s “You think we can take it with us?” was not, perhaps, a request to do just that.
[Anyway, they’re not bringing these drinks. Milk. Kel fishes crumpled receipt and pencil stub out of his pocket, writes a note for the original vendor on it, and slaps it on the table. Sorry, man; your substitute is at another stall.
[He brushes his hands, swings around to Sunny’s side, and offers an arm for hooking.] See anything you like out there, Sunshine?
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[He points.]
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[You know that one manga panel of Kel pulling Sunny onward to a new adventure? He’s gonna manifest that right now immediately: spots the boba tea, tears off right towards it. Not so fast he’s dragging Sunny, of course, but juuuust a little past Sunny’s speed limit for a good ol’ dose of adrenaline.
[Either way, they’re gonna be the first in line. Kel slaps his whole one (1) entire saved coin on the table.]
Twooooo cups’a boba, please!
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Two cups of boba? One coin? You dare insult the dastardly Space Merchant?!
this is all you get
Captain Spaceboy?!
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2/2
[Hm. He clears his throat.]
I am Space Merchant! I sell boba teas across the galaxies! Select your flavor and prepare for your doom!
in the right place this time
[Kel slaps his own cheeks. Right. Focus, brother! You’ve got a deal to make!]
Yessir, two cups of boba, sir! That’s exactly what I’m ordering— Are you actually the real Captain Spaceboy?!
just 1/1 this time
I am the real Captain Spaceboy, yes, but right now I'm trying on the whole merchant thing - you understand.
[He straightens back up, clearing his voice and announcing:]
Space Merchant's refreshing intergalactic boba teas here!
:3c
[Ah.
[. . . Ahhhh.
[Would You
Push the ButtonManipulate Your Childhood Hero: Y/Y]That’s right, Mr. Space Merchant. [Kel leans one arm on the counter, leaning in reaaaaaal close.] Your secret’s safe with me—but.
[He pulls his pockets inside-out. How pitiful; lint, paperclips, that chewed-up pencil, another crumpled receipt… naught but trash!]
I’m a little short on change, see. And it would really, really make my boyfriend’s day [eye point to Sunny, hint-hint; Kel’s keeping his voice down, but not so much that Sunny’s not in on the scheme] if we could have a good couple bobas. We like to share it; I sip some of his, he has mine. We bond. Like lovers.
[Nod nod. Follow…?]
1/2
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[He was Space Ex-Husband.]
We're closed. [He turns dramatically away.]
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[That’s right Spaceboy. Lovers. And if anyone can understand the value of a bond like that oh wait oh heck it wasn’t supposed to remind him of his breakup arc—]
W-what I meant by that was, uh— [Crap! Now Kel feels bad!] I mean, you’re not so scorned you’re gonna turn down a happy couple, right? It’d be a shame if… I mean, you’re Captain Spaceboy, so…
[Ah, heck. He was gonna blackmail him about his identity (as if Spaceboy isn’t recognizable from a mile away), but the whole thing’s a wash now. Kel’s sweating bullets. Curse you, conscience.
[Awkward neck scratch.]
Eh… forget it. I can lend an ear for one boba.