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undergrounds2017-01-22 11:37 am
nightflowering) wrote in undergrounds2017-01-22 11:37 am
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(OTA) Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but...
[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.
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.
Re: A
From the back of the store, Lan's voice calls out, "Come in, come in. There's an umbrella stand by the door."
For fairly obvious reasons, ephemera and water do not mix well and Lan takes precautions when the weather is damp. While she may have scales, she is far fonder of a nice, bit of radiant heat basking over lolling about in the sun. (Exceptions can be made for the Côte d'Azur and/or Monaco.)
As she winds her way to the front of the store, the colours at the base of her throat ripple and shift – softly glowing blues and greens, a sudden stippling of white.
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"You are the shopkeeper here? I've some items to sell."
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"I am, indeed. Please, come in, come in. Let's not linger in a doorway. I have a space to sit and if you like, I can put the kettle on." Tea or coffee might not nourish her guest, but it's important to be a good host and if all she can offer is warmth, then that's what she'll bring.
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Putting the kettle on for a vampire? What a novel idea.
Assured, at least, of his welcome, Joscelin comes deeper into the shop. He rather likes it in here. It feels old, in a way few things do at his age. That's the magic at work, of course. Plenty of what the fae do feels this way.
He points to the reusable shopping bag in his hand. "I've been going through some old things of mine and found this. I was wondering if you could tell me what, exactly, it is, and whether or not it's got any value." Reaching in, he pulls out what looks to be an old school practice book, completely unused. It smells of magic, though. Reeks of it. He'd gotten it off a witch a couple of centuries ago. Of course, he hadn't known she was a witch until after he'd killed her, but that was ancient history by now.
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Lan bustles about at the back of the shop and gestures that he's welcome to take a seat on one of two soft armchairs. There's a little table between them with a space for the kettle and cups and a larger table in front of the chairs that he can put the book down on.
"Most things have value, but the trick of it is matching the buyer to the item. May I see it?"