Street where the riches of ages are sold (OPEN)

[kleptofaeniac]

A: Barnet

Kenzi and Jennifer weren't friends by any stretch of the word. Acquaintances was a closer definition but even then, they didn't run in the same circles. The only reason she even knew Jennifer was the girl found dead in Barnet was she might... be following police intel. For a friend.

It was weird for her to be doing something that wasn't outright for her own self interest but it was shockingly helpful. After all, once she heard the description of the Jane Doe it was only a matter of time before her research and connections (however small they might be) told her one thing.

Jennifer - a Circle Midnight witch - was dead, killed by someone invested in the Redbright takeover in Barnet. Kenzi hoped that nobody from Circle Daybreak, The Night Council, or any vampires would go where Jennifer lived and take things. She didn't think they'd be that stupid - or that smart.

So Kenzi went in the morning, when everyone was headed to work and acted as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Confidence would get you access to more things than fake badges. But she had one of those too just in case.

It would be a tough sell, though. Considering she was wearing stiletto leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs, and had green threaded through her very black hair. Not a cop, by any stretch.

But that didn't stop her from breaking the seal of tape and touching her little wooden key-chain to the door. There was the tell-tale click of locks being undone, by the sound of how many there were - it seemed like Jennifer either had something pretty valuable inside or was super paranoid.

Well, she did get murdered after all. Maybe she wasn't so paranoid.

Kenzi spends a good portion of her time frame that she allowed herself roaming around the apartment and stuffing things she wants into her backpack. Hey, Jennifer wasn't going to be using them anymore. Might as well make sure they stayed out of Redbright's hands in the meantime. A few books for magic, almost all her jewelry and her little black contact book that had all the phone numbers a witch could ask for.

Maybe there was something important in there?

Kenzi is leaving the apartment with her backpack filled to the brim and going straight for her car.

B: Portobello Road - Friday

It was a cheap gimmick, and something that usually only got the stupid people and tourists interested - but that was what she wanted. It was easy to fleece someone who was too busy listening to what she was saying about how fascinating their life line was to notice her lifting their watch or hand jewelry. And it didn't hurt that she asked for 16 quid before even speaking to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be shy. Come, see what the future has in store for you and your loved ones!"

She had a little stall on the market road, something her cousin had hooked her up with. It was all decked out in exactly what you would expect from a Russian fortune teller, except she was about fifty years too young to make it especially hokey.

Kenzi was dressed like a hippy. Not a scrap of black on her, and her make-up was done so as to look as natural and flower-child-y as possible. To top it off, she was wearing an ashy blonde wig with some stuff woven into the hair.

She might also be selling knockoff charms to normal people. They're in the approximation of the real charms that she makes, but they're completely useless. Still, a witch or someone who knows her work might recognize them.

C: Late Night Munchies

There was a plus to living in London. There was always something open and ready to serve you greasy, disgusting food. Which was exactly what Kenzi wanted late at night after working in her shop all day long. She might just be making Day and Moonlight Jewelry and other little charms and sundry items that she sells to people who want them, but she is only one witch. And that means constantly flexing her magical muscles for a whole day makes her exhausted, and starving too.

She's sitting inside a little pizza place, whose front of house is so small they only have room for a counter to order at and chairs along the walls and front windows to sit at while you wait for your food.

Kenzi is dicking around on her phone when suddenly, her nose starts to bleed. Yet another lovely side affect of not having a coven.

D: W-W-WILDCARD!!

Make your own up if you feel up to it!

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so alright!

[kleptofaeniac]

Tvoyu mat'!

[:is what instantly spills out of Kenzi's mouth when she hears someone talk. When you're in a 'haunted' apartment, you really don't want to hear voices out of nowhere. It wasn't fun.

So Kenzi does what any normal girl would do and makes a nosedive behind the couch with the rotted out bottom. There's a period of radio silence before she peeks over the back holding her sage stick out as a weapon.]

Who's there?

[To her credit, she doesn't sound like she's about to start crying.]

[megidoomed]

[ Kenzi's distressed dive sparks an oddly warm laugh despite the chilled circumstances, because damn actually spooking people is fun. It's even more delicious when it's seemingly justified, though the laughter stalls at her question, because really-- ]

You're starting with that one? Want to go through the list of ghost cliches too, or...

[ It's taxing to interfere with the world while remaining invisible, but appearing in person would show her hand too early. She picks the closest bit of decor - a suitably tacky lamp, as it turns out - and awkwardly starts rattling it in place. ]

Do you like the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present or Future best?

[kleptofaeniac]

None of the above?

[Kenzi sounds as if she knows that ain't gonna fly and immediately launches into an apology.]

Look I'm sorry that I'm like....intruding or whatever, but I'm not actually a medium or anything. No exorcisms from me!

[Normally, Kenzi could sell sand to an Arab and ice to an Eskimo. Selling to a ghost however was....marginally more difficult.]

[megidoomed]

I guessed. Everything you were yelling sounded like you'd gotten it from a horror movie.

[ Apparently it's National Rude Poltergeists day, if Aradia's deadpan tone is any indication. But the lamp gets abandoned in favour of examining Kenzi's wannabe "ghost jar" on the table, though she doesn't manifest to pick it up - just idly starts batting it around instead. Wow. ]

This isn't my haunt, so technically we're both intruding. [ Silly things like privacy don't apply to ghosts, duh. Getting to butt into everyone's business is the only perk of the job. ] But tricking her into thinking you can help when you can't is pretty terrible.

[kleptofaeniac]

...It might be.

[What? It's not like everyone speaks Russian. And even if the woman did, she put enough backwards talk in there to keep anyone from figuring out it was a monologue from a really bad B-movie. Night of the Living Vegans. Scary stuff.

Kenzi forgets her fear for a moment and scoffs at Aradia saying what she's doing is terrible.]

So what? It's not like this place is actually haunted.

[Kenzi pauses for a moment, eyeing the ghost jar.]

...Is it?

[megidoomed]

[ And Aradia abandons the 'ghost jar' just as quickly as she did the lamp, finally turning to face Kenzi properly. Because, uh. ]

I haven't had a chance to look around for another ghost. [ Lying really isn't her deal, so she admits that upfront. She'd been more focused on investigating the very real threat of an exorcism to scare up other spirits. ] But wouldn't I count as haunting the place, too?

[ After a moments hesitation, she forces her way into materializing as something visible, her usual wild hair and deadpan stare finally apparent. And a heartbeat later it sinks in that maybe revealing that she looks like a teenager was... probably not the smartest intimidation tactic.

Welp. ] Though, I guess that's irrelevant if you can't actually banish me.

[kleptofaeniac]

I dunno, I'm not an expert!

[Kenzi's excited voice is loud and high pitched, to go along with her exaggerated movement. Normally, people might make themselves smaller in the face of fear and keep it that way - but Kenzi must have changed her mind about this ghost.]

...don't suppose you wanna help give me an out here, would ya?

[megidoomed]

Help you with what, duping the person who asked for your help?

[ Aradia's pretty skeptical about the sudden enthusiasm there, Kenzi. It's evident from context what she wants help with, but the ghost is visibly stumped about the why. ]

She seemed convinced about this place being haunted already. It's not like you'd need me.

[kleptofaeniac]

Duping's such a harsh word!

[And totally not what she was thinking! At least, after it was clear Aradia wouldn't be interested in that.]

I was thinking more like...helping?

[She winces around the word, like she's testing it out herself.]

Look I'm not any good at ghost related stuff so maybe you could...I dunno. See if you can talk to the person whose haunting this place? Maybe ask them to be a little more quiet?

[How was this going to work?]