(OTA) Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but...

[nightflowering]

[A.]
When looking to buy or sell an unusual item, Kunstkammer is a small, but well respected shop that specializes in ephemera and curiosities. The lights are dimmed to protect the colours of the more delicate pieces, but should one wind their way through the somewhat maze-like cabinets and cases, they will likely find their way to a desk, a few chairs, and a circle of warm lighting. The proprietor, Lan, is most often found here reading or cataloging some new, strange find. She is a petite fae woman with smooth pale pink skin pebbled over with small scales more like a ray than a snake.

Of course, there is a back-of-shop filled with items of a more usual, occasionally salacious or dangerous nature. Should anyone have an interest, Lan is just as happy to sell or trade any piece from her collection. She has a particular weakness for anything that she classifies as 'beautiful', but her definition may not match the standard.

(Or you can continue from the TDM over here.)

[B.] Lan isn't one to be caught out on public transit, not when it's just as easy to slip slideways and walk along a more interesting shortcut. That isn't to say that she's not often seen out and about: there's always a gallery opening, a curious tasting menu, or some flavour of performance that's worth taking in. While she may be Seelie, she's more likely to be spotted at night and she certainly does nothing to hide who or what she is.

Comments

[nightflowering]

"That's your choice." It couldn't hurt to have a trip sitter, but Lan isn't going to tell him what to do beyond 'take it and learn'. He might also want to have a big glass of water nearby. No one likes dry mouth.

"You may wish to have a journal nearby to record what you learn, but that's not mandatory. All in all, it should help open your eyes, maybe begin the process of inspiration."

[ghoulaid]

"Okay..." Psychedelics aren't exactly his flavor of choice or anything, but hell, he's come this far. It's not like it's a completely new concept, besides. He knows the gist of what to expect, or at least he thinks he does. What could it hurt?

Everything, some tiny part of him chimes in- the part that remembers he hasn't taken any sort of substance at all since his curse activated. That's a voice he's going to have to make sure is well-smothered before letting that vial get anywhere close to his mouth. Taking it while feeling anxious will only be setting himself up for a bunch of bullshit.

"I'll try it, but you're probably gonna be super disappointed. I'm real boring," he says with a nervous little laugh while slipping the vial in to one of his pockets. "That all we need to cover for now?"

[nightflowering]

He might be boring now,but she can wait. Lan has an abundance of time and deep reserves of patience.

"I think so, my apricot." Congratulations, you've earned a pet name, Ghoul! It's not as evocative of the name he usually goes by, but Lan thinks it suits him. "Go forth, learn, and then return. Easy as can be."

[ghoulaid]

While he moves to stand, he ducks his head and silently mouths the word apricot? He's been called a great many things, but that one is... different. It's cute, actually. He doesn't come across as cute, does he? What an identity crisis.

"All right, then. Better let you get back to your business." He gives her a small smile. One hand slides inside his pocket, resting protectively over the tiny vial inside, while the other lifts just far enough to offer a loose little wave. "I'll see you soon." Once he's said his goodbyes, he takes his leave before he thinks up four dozen more questions.