#✥ mercury's bazaar

[rancorasael]

who?: open to all where?: mercury's bazaar when?: in the neptunalia verse

It was a passing comment on a stranger's lips, something vague about wanting to learn more about the Vanguard. It pissed Asael off to hear such nonsense and the thick threads of frozen water he began to tug at would've visualized his displeasure. Unfortunately, the glint of Olympian rings distracted him for a moment and his weave misfired, launching his frigid magic haphazardly into the crowd.

Asael didn't have time to stick around and get the scope of his accidental destruction. He slipped away in the resultant chaos, knowing a nearby entrance into the Bazaar. Clutching his hurting, ice-covered hand to his chest, he hoveled through his pain into the darkest alley he could reach, worried that the Olympians were still following him. Asael was visibly in rough shape, however stepping in pain was just second nature to him. When he walked back into another, his immediate reaction was to leap away and raise his uninjured hand, demonstrating that no matter how he may have looked, he was ready for a fight still.

"Well? Think I'm easy all you want, but I'm not," he says, hiding the strain in his voice well enough. He wasn't coughing up blood yet so he could pull off a few more spells before passing out from pain. "You won't get anything if you rob me, I don't got anything. Except for an ass-kicking. That I can give you for free."

[ageofkarme]

who?: @vuldak-juneau where?: mercury's bazaar when?: progress day

Progress Day has always been a big deal, for Karme's house anyway. For him? It was typically just a reminder of how little they thought of him, but not this year. Karme was putting himself out there front and center for the entire queendom to see, which meant he was a wound-up ball of stress. Anxiously fretting as he left the festival tent, Karme was so in his head he didn't register another person in his path. He barreled right into her and, naturally, fell on his as. Olympian he may have been, Karme wasn't especially tough. "Owie…" he mumbled as he rubbed his tailbone before realizing that he bumped into a woman. "Oh geez, are you okay, miss? I'm so sorry! I didn't hurt you did I? I should've been more careful oh man oh man…" Karme continues to prattle on as he stumbles back to his feet, glad he told his Brothers to hang back at the ship for now. What if they had a bad reaction? "Not really a good way to show our queendom's progress, huh? Bumping into someone like an idiot," he chuckles nervously, feeling so incredibly awkward but more worried that he somehow might've negatively impacted her day. "Are you planning to get into the Progress Day spirit by participating in some of the events? Me too! This is my first time if you can believe it."

[pinchofneven]

&&: @etienneulven Location: Mercury's Bazaar Notes: have you ever had a nightmare about running into your one-night stand at the farmer's market?

The streets of the spice market were bright, bustling and disorientingly loud. There was a perpetual cloud of incense cast over the streets, lulling the shoppers into dropping tens of gold pieces on pinches of salts from far-off lands. The infernal steered well clear of the salt basins. It was always the fresh herbs that Neven gravitated to first, as he found fresh oils worked the best for his brews. The basket at his hip was already burdened with fresh stock. Burdock root for fever, white willow to mute the pain, widow root as antiseptic and Sinarian mint just because he enjoyed the smell of it. The Iskaran crushed a leaf of it between his fingers, inhaling the sharp note on the air when he spied a familiar face passing through the market. His hair and gait were unmistakable, but the streak of white fur trailing after him confirmed it. A smile spread uncontrollably in wake of his excitement.

“Etienne!” Neven called after the figure. Fumbling through his pockets with his free hand, the alchemist hurriedly tossed a few gold to the stall’s owner, overpaying with insistence that he’d promptly return the basket. 

In the sepia shade of a vendor’s tarp, the cubi finally caught up. 

“So you did make it here in one piece. I was getting worried.” Neven panted, trying to hide just how winded he was by his chase through the market. After a brief examination of his past acquaintence’s exposed skin for any obvious wear or injury, Neven’s hooded gaze flicked comfortably between Etienne’s eyes and lips. “City life looks good on you.” He complimented, his voice soft as sage, as warm as cinnamon.

[stolenglow]

Baldur's Gate 3 offerings for Fandom Trumps Hate 2025

@fandomtrumpshate is a fandom auction to benefit progressive nonprofits, and they're back for their ninth run! See their dreamwidth for more details.

This year, there are >40 BG3 offerings, including >30 for written fanworks and 6 for fanart. Auctions will run from 25 February 2025 (Tuesday) 8am EST to 1 March 2025 (Saturday) 8pm EST.

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Here are all the BG3 offerings on one page for easy browsing! Here are the fanfiction listings, and here is fanart.

And below is a quick summary with links to more details:

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a-drift (@a-driftamongopenstars), Acephalous (@acephalouscreature), ambrosius_wyllt (@wick-de-la-vela), blackjackkent (@blackjackkent), Bleed Peroxide, breathedout (@havingbeenbreathedout), chaos_monkey (@chaos-monkeyy), chezamanda (@chezamanda), Gewhana (@gewhanaa), hetchdrive (@hetchdrive), jellyfishline (@jellyfishline), kaisamalleen (@kaisam), KaiserinAstraia, Kartaylir (@kartaylirsden), magicmirror-mimicmirror, MercurialTenacity (@mercurial-tenacity), nachttour, nyxueaurelia, Oceantoast, Roshytsunami (@roshytsunami), shadowfell (@shadow-fell), stuff_and_nonsense (@stuff--and--nonsense), Tavylia Sin, tay, theawfuledges (@theawfuledges), themortal, UnknownLifeform (@unknown-lifeform), ushauz (@ushauz), Vox Akumeoi (@a-still-small-vox), WolffyLuna, and yrstruly (@shallanigans) are offering fic

to no one's surprise Astarion features a lot in the offerings, I'm delighted to see that Karlach also seems to be a favorite, and that lots of creators are also eager to create for rare ships/canon femslash! thank you so much to all of you <3

Bleed Peroxide, hetchdrive (@hetchdrive), kaisamalleen (@kaisam), nachttour, Oceantoast, shadowfell (@shadow-fell), stuff_and_nonsense (@stuff--and--nonsense), themortal, and yrstruly (@shallanigans) are offering to remix fic

magicmirror-mimicmirror and Roshytsunami (@roshytsunami) are offering fan poetry

ILL_Zazzorino, Ravenuex (@ravenuex), Sebastian Timpe, SightKeeper, spiderthread (@spiderthread), and Starrymintt are offering fanart

Roshytsunami (@roshytsunami) is offering meta/analysis

KaiserinAstraia is offering beta reading

Gilraina is offering podfic

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Once again, here are all the BG3 offerings on one page! I hope you find something you like, I certainly already have!

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A lot of people are offering fanworks and fan labor (e.g. beta reading, sensitivity reading, expert advice) for any fandom, and there is also the Crafts Bazaar for physical fanworks!

Finally, it is possible to donate to the supported organisations in honor of Fandom Trumps Hate "just because", without bidding on or winning an auction.

(thanks to thenewbuzzwuzz for the template & wording!)

[sockdreams]

Faerie Faire: Spring Market at Sock Dreams!

Local to PDX and free this weekend?Join us at the Sock Dreams Warehouse in the parking lot behind the iconic purple building for a day of magic, mischief, and merriment!

What to Expect:

🛍️ Local vendors and artists with enchanting wares

🎭 The Indignant Jester serving up hilarious Shakespearean insults

🔮 Psychic readings and more mystical surprises!

📅 Saturday, March 22nd, 2025 @ 7980 SE 17th Ave Portland, OR 97202

🕚 11 AM - 5 PM

🎟️ Free entry, all ages welcome! Step into a whimsical world hidden within the urban realm and celebrate the spring equinox with us!

✨VENDORS LIST✨

Sock Dreams, The Natural Witch, Waning Moon Apothecary, The Wylde Hagg, PDX Queer Tarot, Mystic Aura Photography, Beatnik Bazaar, Little Moon Floral, Fidler's Fungus Farm, Mercury Nomad, Sunnycat Ceramics, The Wondering Alchemist, Emma Quinn Art and Karro Moss.

[resplendentoutfit]

Deathly Pale

The desire of women for ultra-pale skin didn't end with the Elizabethan era. In Victorian times, women still coveted the look of translucent white skin and applied the same causic, poisonous substances to their face, neck, arms and hands. Turbuculosis was a common cause of death in the era. The look of death was considered romantic for its tragic and poetic beauty. Even if a Victorian woman wasn't charmed by death due to turbuculosis, she still coveted pale, translucent skin. Tanned faces were the result of long hours of work out-of- doors, belonging to the lower classes.

“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.” - Edgar Allan Poe

The two predominant beauty standards were the painted beauty and the natural beauty. The later was the preferred ideal of the average fashionable woman. The methods she employed to achieve good skin and complexion were all in an effort to look natural. The overly painted look was seen as racy - the province of prostitutes and "loose" women.

Upon a well-off Victorian woman's dressing table were arsenic, ammonia, and opium, among other toxic substances. The Ugly-girl Papers, Or, Hints for the Toilet was a book published in 1874 that contained a series of beauty articles for Harper's Bazaar. The author recommends coating the face with opium before bed and a brisk wash with ammonia in the morning. How refreshing.

Lotions containing lead were popular for whitening the skin as well as erasing freckles and other blemishes. Complexion wafers containing arsenic were widely advertised. These products were peddled to women as being harmless when, in fact, they caused headaches, nausea, and even paralysis.

To achieve eyes with a seductive gaze, Victorian women used Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade in the form of eye drops, which diluted the pupils. Eye irritation and even blindness were reported symptoms of this practice.

A little color over that deathly white facial palor was usually achieved with beet juice and sometimes, animal blood. It's intriguing to wonder how women came into possession of animal blood, though the answer may be as simple as a purchase from a local vendor. Vermillion, also known as red mercury, was used to tint the lips and was known to be poisonous.

Virginie Gautreau, the subject of the famous John Singer Sargent painting known as Madama X, was not only known to use products to whiten her skin, but was also purported to use indigo dye to paint veins over the ultra-pale veneer of her skin. I haven't found any sound evidence of this, however. What I did read in both The Collector and in an article at minsooki, was that over her arsenic pale skin, Virginie used a lavender powder to counteract the warmth of candlelight.

What's most troubling is that in the face of ample evidence of the health consequences of many of these products, women continued to value the look they provided, over their own health and safety.

References:

• Molly Brown House Museum: Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder: How Victorians Used Common Poisons to Become Drop Dead Gorgeous

• Awful Forever

• Atlas Obscura

• minsooki.com

• The Collector

[thequeendomhq]

"It's easy to use doubt as a crutch, but doubt is the first step toward surrendering to the dark." - Queen Arethusa Mordecai of Lysara

March 21st, 3025 will mark the 50th annual celebration since House Chrysanthos invented the steam engine. Since then, technology within Lysara has improved leaps and bounds with the engineers of Eterna churning out marvel after marvel. To acknowledge the progress of this great nation, the Queendom hosts this annual celebration and encourages the public to engage in the festival while uplifting those who continuously contribute to the progressive, advancing society. 

Progress Day is a celebration of gadgets, gizmos, firearms, and more. From the mundane to the awe-inspiring, it is here that greatness is unveiled, celebrated and distributed among the public. 

Celebrated across Eterna, Progress Day’s main festival is held on the docks of Tiber Bay, spilling into Mercury’s Bazaar, but has echoes of the celebration all across the Queenset Isles. With the unveiling of House Chrysanthos’ first airship at the Winter Palace, and the subsequent ships that were released over Aventia, blimps are already taking to dot the skies - with faster aircrafts soaring ahead of them.

While the darkspawn have begun skirmishes in Southreach, Aventia is under the rule of the dark, and Astoria is in the midst of a Civil War following the death of King Henry at the hands of a Vanguard Crusader - Progress Day is meant to remind and unite the wary populace of their common goal. Strength in numbers, strength in progress, in putting one foot in front of the other and keeping to the path. 

Many events will take place over this three-day festival, sky races, chariot races, colosseum battles, escape rooms, skirmishes, and more. The real excitement always surrounds the grand unveiling that takes place on the first day. This year, the Sitters of Vulcans have unveiled a potent new power source - harnessing aetherium to bring energy to the city and new strength to the arms of Lysara's military. Lanterns lit without flame or magic, guns that fire without bullets, engines that replace the need for steam that burns clean and will, at long last, lift the smog that has plagued the Lower Quarters for years.

It is with these staggering achievements that the darkspawn will be pushed back and, now officially decreed by Queen Arethusa herself, help their Iskarans take back their home in the West. Allies from Ankhuria and Sinaria have already begun trickling in, reinforcing Eastreach, trailing through the Queenlands, and taking up positions across Eterna and the Queenset Isles. For now, this is for all intents and purposes, a celebration of unity and progress to face the coming Shadow.  

OOC: 

This is the beginning of Troupe 3, attendance for all characters at the Progress Day festival is mandatory.

Progress Day is a 3-day event, beginning on March 21st. You may begin posting immediately for the event’s first two days. 

There will be a plot update on March 21st for day three. 

All threads that predate Progress Day must be closed, wrapped, or dropped by April 14th without exception. 

[hiddenvaldis]

who? open to non troupe where? mercury's bazaar when? during the troupe 1 plot drop

The thing about rumors is that despite every attempt to stop them, they will only grow and grow and grow. In time, they will change and twist and bend, but the kernel of truth will always remain. Anyone keen enough can dig past the shell to find the pearl within, and Valdís delights of working out the precision necessary to do it. It's a test for a skill she rarely gets to use on the Sea's Peril and one she does not want to lose. Her occasional trips to hostile shores is more than enough to keep her sharp, and as good excuse as any to supervise the crew manning the merchant ship to ensure there isn't any funny business going on.

Mercury's Bazaar is an excellent place to start on her meandering journey through the streets of Eterna — a pulse point of commerce, all merchants flock to it's streets and in between the banter and barter the truth slips from careless lips. Not quite as careless as those found in the bars, but in plan daylight the clientele will probably be worthless to her.

Stopping before a booth full of books, she allows her eyes to move languidly across the covers. She is trying to figure out if there is any worthy addition to her personal library when she feels someone loom over her shoulder, blocking the light.

"You mind?" She snipes, glancing back to send the interloper an accusing look. "You are hogging the light. Move."

[princemordecai]

@morgansbond location: Mercury's Bazaar notes: little starter for our connect

The comforts of home, the people, the city, and the familiarity were nice. There were things that he'd taken for granted when he lived in Eterna; growing up here, it was easy to forget that life wasn't nearly as comfortable outside this city. He'd come and gone when he was a kid when he'd started down the Olympian path, but conflict to the south had opened his eyes to what he'd always taken for granted: freedom. People like Morgan were a reminder of how bad it was outside Lysaran borders and how, even in this Queendom, people use those with magic as scapegoats for all the world's troubles. It is as if all life's problems and conflicts could be traced back to some spell or accident of birth.

"It's been a long time." A few years, anyway. Morgan was one of the few Iskarans who had gotten out, a survivor of what could only be a burning house for someone like him. The bazaar was dark, but apart from the sky above, you wouldn't know how late it was. He missed the tangible electricity of the bazaar; people from all over Lysara congregated here, shopping, selling, and seeking. While the Tower of Olympia hung overhead, the world he'd known still felt so far away. Leander extended his hand towards the other, a sign of respect despite the gap between their stations. "Good to see you again."

[kayames]

Person: @ikarosx Location: Mercury's Bazaar? somewhere Ikaros would pick up supplies for questin Notes: flashback

Kay would like to think he's fairly resourceful on account of once he got an idea in his head it was hard not to just fall victim to the brainrot. He knew people, just because he had been shut out of nobility didn't mean he still couldn't get in contact with people who were important. Granted, an oracle and a prince were a lot harder to approach than just some guy who may or may not know where some old vampire grimoire was. However he was someone who took time to read every damn bulletin board in Eterna when it came to contracts, Thieves Guild or otherwise, and he knew Ikaros and that wonderful catsith of his wound up being dragged along by Abelas. Quests to go help animals took supplies, supplies could be bought in quite a few places. It was a waiting game, one he'd been playing a long time because it's a hard subject to broach. Finding Ikaros isn't the hard part, he'd seen the guy around a couple of times and yet he hadn't been able to bring himself to say anything. "You probably get this a lot, but once upon a time you did a reading for a noble witch and I've got questions about it." He's exasperated that he's even asking, having approached the oracle and what has to be the most wonderful cat he's ever seen on a whim.

[thalindor]

Person: @aurelientrader Location: Mercury's Bazaar, Progress Day BAYBEE Surely he was hallucinating. Of all the places in all of Lysara, out of all the corners of Taravell that he'd already searched, there was the shadow he hadn't seen in nearly two decades. And he was right under his nose. There was no mistaking the curls and the doe eyes, he'd seen them all wide eyed and taking in the sight of the fissures in the cavern to know. He looks....Aurelien looks just fine standing there near one of the booths. And he doesn't know what to make of that, there's relief and yet there's always that thought in the back of his head, the one that's been there for years. What if Aurelien hadn't wanted to be found? What if he had truly abandoned them for this realm? What if he was truly happy amongst the mortals? Would it be selfish to disturb their peace? Thalindor decides that the answer is both yes and no. Aurelien deserves happiness, but their mother deserved some kind of closure. He deserved some kind of closure. But he keeps his approach through the crowd subtle, offers a familiar whistle on his way past, the one they'd use to signal to one another in the cavern and he planned to just let that be, to let Aurelien realize he was there on their own. Except Vee had other plans and the moment the tiny creature caught sight of the other elvhen, he was sprinting down Thalin's arm from his perch on his shoulders and beelining it right for Aurelien. Well, that was one way to do it.

[lotharx]

starter for @etienneulven.

where: pwogwess day, in the mercury's bazaar somewhere

when: day 1 or 2 ya kno

note: i got tired of using the same 20 season 1 gifs gasp

The streets of Eterna seemed to be sprawling with everybody who occupied Lysara as of current. Whispers had flooded the streets up to a month prior, talks of something called Progress Day, and with it came whispers of what Queen Arethusa had promised in turn this year. Lothar had always been a rather stern pessimist; it took a lot to rouse the barbarian to think of something positive or hope for a better tomorrow when it came to everything he and any Iskaran already endured.

There were whispers of whatever machinations here having the tech to hopefully strengthen them to returning to their home, whatever could possibly be left of it, and though Lothar was itching to accomplish such motive, he was unsure of accepting such buffs to their fight.

"How much faith do you have in the Lysaran queen's decree?" As another red hand, Lothar was fond of their input when it came to such topics.

[dejatheeinnkeeper]

Person: @nylathriasoulseer Location: Mercury's Bazaar, Progress Day She hadn't really talked about it with anyone yet, what had happened that night on the moors that had led to a six month endeavor away from home. But if there was anyone she wanted to run it by, it was Nyla. Was Progress Day the place to unload all of that information? Probably not, but as they stroll the booths and watch all the fanfare, she thinks they've got time. "I had a vision, like not a 'I think I left my keys' gut feeling, a full on vision." She explains as they walk, small smile playing across her lips. It had been horrific at the time, sure, but it'd happened and she'd survived and to say she was a little more confident in her abilities now was an understatement.

[ofkaedon]

Location: Mercury's Bazaar, Eterna

Tag: @haelimthewatcher

While only seven years have passed, it feels like a lifetime. Iskaldrik and the witchers have been in his rearview mirror as he moves forward. He was trained to be a witcher, though he would firmly tell you he is not a witcher - Kaedon has made a new reputation for himself among the thieve's guild and Eterna is the playground in which he gets to play. He really isn't all that concerned by what is going on around the continent of Taravell. It's all happening somewhere else to someone else and let's be honest, in full pettiness, he's not upset about what happened in Iskaldrik. It's a life he left behind.

He's in the bazaar on a job. At a glance though, he appears to be gazing through the bakery window perhaps eyeing the fresh rolls placed out and enjoying the sweet smell of freshly baked goodies. Enticing, yes, that is not what he is doing. In the reflection of the glass he sees the target he is currently following. Said target owes money to the guild and has done quite a good job avoiding them. That's where Kaedon comes in. He was trained in the harshest of conditions to track monsters, he's putting that skill to use, though this was definitely not what had been intended for.

The target moves from the table they had been eyeing and moves further in. Kaedon waits, silently counting the seconds in his head before he turns and moves to follow. But in those seconds as the target merges with the crowd, Kaedon's eye is caught by another figure crossing through his line of sight. He freezes in recognition - something he doesn't do - he doesn't believe in ghosts and yet, he swears he just saw one.

His head turns to follow the way his would-be apparition had gone. Standing there as a ghost of his past, Haelim.

It had been fifteen years and yet Kaedon felt eleven years old again, a witcher trainee hanging on every word of one of the few witchers he had looked up to. He remembers Haelim's sentencing as a criminal and traitor to the witcher cause, the other had been sent away then and forgotten. Kaedon had thought the wise witcher dead but always remembered the words that he was better than all that they were trying to make him become.

Kaedon was no longer the witcher trainee, again he was not a witcher and he remembers his target and....fuck...his target was nowhere in sight. He would have to try and pick up the target again back at the docks as they were sure to return there. And yet he can't bring himself to go and whether it was his heart or head that made the decision, he was crossing towards the other former witcher.

In the earshot of the other, "Excuse me," He said to catch the other's attention, "Haelim Wormwood?" A tone of questioning as if maybe this ghost of the past was just a mistaken figure for someone else.

[wantedbythemasters]

Aster Morrow | The Silvering Thief

Image from here

Age in 1902 (or the 3rd 1899): 37

Gender: Male, he/him

Height: 5’11’

Weight: 157 lbs

Sexuality: Gay

Race: Indian

Love Interest: May, but who knows what they actually are together

Factions: Criminals, Revolutionaries 

Open to RP: Yep!

Open to Shipping: You can try but it’ll probably take a while for him to warm up

Past Epithet: The Mercurial Thief

Desc:

Aster is a fairly successful criminal with feats such as robbing the Bazaar. He has tons of aliases, but most criminals who know him personally know him as Aster or Aster Morrow. He also lost his mind seeking for a while and ended up with a strange connection with Salt as a result. And he learned silvering from May who he has a complicated relationship with.

He’s trying to be a better person than he has been, but it hasn’t been easy for him. He tends to be pretty deadpan and pretends he doesn’t really care about anyone a lot of the time, even when he does.

He’ll probably go east eventually, but he's not in a rush. 

Parabolan Self:

In Parabola, Aster is known as the Eastbound Pirate. He often controls water and forms it into various weapons. He also has a ship called the Herald. Sometimes it has sails, and resembles a traditional pirate ship (like, with sails) and sometimes it has wings instead and flies. Aster also sometimes has wings on his Parabolan form.

Appearances:

The Star and the Candle - Major character

Tea Time - Major character

Flirting with disaster (in a different way) - Major character

There’s also an nsfw one that I’m not linking but it’s on AO3 ;)

Timeline:

1865-1869

Aster was born in the Neath to very irresponsible parents. He was often neglected while they partied and gambled. When he was about 4, his parents abandoned him at a church and an urchin gang took him in, but they didn’t treat him well.

1878-1887 

They cast him out earlier than usual, when he was around 13. But he quickly joined the Gracious Widow’s gang, and also met Maria, who he often ended up working with. Due to his past, though, he found it hard to trust her or anyone else.

Over the years, Aster also found work with the Topsy King and Cheery Man and became acquainted with their gangs as well.

In 1887, Maria told him she’d be leaving the Widow’s gang to work at the Parlour of Virture, and Aster was really upset about this and felt that she was using being a criminal as a gang and now she’d get to move on with her real family and a normal life, and he’d never be able to. She told him she viewed him as a brother and asked if he also wanted to be hired and he said he didn’t want a sister or to work with her, so she told him off. That was they saw each other for quite a while.

1898

In his early 30s, he began to experience strange feelings and visions and found himself seeking. The criminals and a certain hotel manager tried to help him break free, and seemed to be successful for a few months where Aster lived in the Flit and became close to the raggedy people, while learning silvering from May in an attempt to make it less likely he’d be tricked by Eaten again. However, Aster still had some of the same impulses and began steadily being pulled deeper into seeking, which the silvering lessons ended up exacerbating. Eventually, Aster ended up having the Shapeling Arts used on him to change his face, while Mr Eaten had him forget that anyone else had cared for him and hid his presence in Parabola so he could collect the candles with no one interfering. 

Meanwhile the actual Mr Candles, who’d been trapped somewhere in Parabola and who was REALLY TIRED of constantly being reminded of his trauma was also trying to stop this and managed to free Mr Mirrors who directed Aster in a slightly different direction which led to May finding Aster in Irem and Aster asking about Salt at the Avid Horizon.

Also, in Irem he saw a vision of the Neon Future, where he collected information for the criminals and revolutionaries to stay ahead of the masters and ensure that the Seventh City was here to stay.

[prcspero]

closed starter for @vuldak-juneau location: mercury's bazaar note: she's RICH

The last time he'd been in a bazaar, he'd had his shit jacked and knocked the fuck out. Knuckles probably still hated him for not bringing anything back and Prospero had been trying to wrap his head around if he cared or not. He probably should have given how devious those little children were. They'd probably find him here and try to steal from him again. His gaze flitted around the area to make sure nobody was indeed trying to, once again, jack his shit. So far, so good, it looked like. One could never be sure though. Once he was done observing the place, he turned his head to look at Juneau. "Did you get robbed in Hestia's Cove, too?" Probably not. She was tiny and looked like she was going to bite someone at any given moment. Also, she did not seem as paranoid as he was right now. Lucky. "Better question, did you hear about a Knuckles, too?"