STALL OWNER(S): Stephen Carmichael OFFERINGS: Spring flowers arranged in bouquets of various sizes, wrapped with twine and butcher paper to give them a rustic look, or for a few more dragots sold in tinted glass vases. DECOR: Stevie Carmichael wheels out his bouquets on a repurposed cotton candy cart. The small stand allows him to not take up too much space, and he can be found seated in a lawn chair beside it most of the day, occasionally playing with his phone. ANYTHING ELSE?: When classes let out, Winter is tasked with running and fetching more bouquets from the store all evening.
STALL OWNER(S): Mrs. Liu, aka Ex-Mayor T-Bone's Mom, aka Lir's mom OFFERINGS: Cat-themed handicrafts, cat toys, portraits of cats painted on velvet and framed garishly, live catnip and cat grass, also there are cats to pet DECOR: This airy tent smells of catmint. Mama Liu sits behind the main table knitting. Good luck getting at anything, there are at least three cats at any given time making beds of every surface. ANYTHING ELSE?: No, she doesn't sell anything for cactus cats.
It was an innocuous enough purchase, she’d thought. Maybe there’d been a little tingle of wrong, turn back as she’d walked into the old lady’s tent, but that was easily enough ignored. They maybe shouldn’t, but those purple flowers bear an already bittersweet nostalgia. The year is almost over. She’d like to remember the bad with the good, and the weeds with the flowers.
But maybe that’s a bad idea.
Audrey’s left blinking in the sunshine at a tent that isn’t there, and the dark burning that consumed her feels almost like fair game. Shaking it off as quickly as she can, she runs up to the first person she sees and grabs them, urgent . This is important. “Just now. You saw a tent. Didn’t you?”
enough of the names were familiar from wasting my youth in fandom and fandom-wank that it was like watching a horror movie where i already know the ending.
STALL OWNER(S): Malstrom Student Council! Anastasia Zebrowski and Iago Goodliffe spend a lot of time there, though other Malstrommers swing by, as well as Eris A-B. Hmmmm. OFFERINGS: Malstrom Merch! Pins, scarves, hoodies and hats, a little bit of everything in Malstrom storm grey. There's even some House-themed gear. Don't you want a House Pestilence t-shirt?? It'll look so good on you! DECOR: The Malstrom Storm Rider mascot is slapped on top of the stall and everything is decked out in storm grey. ANYTHING ELSE?: Anything a Peckenpaugh kid picks up immediately starts to smell like poo and the smell sticks to their fingers well after they're gone. Maybe don't waste your time on Lamestrom, Peckenpoos.
STALL OWNER(S): Some goof you don't recognize. OFFERINGS:Certified Bad Tarot Readings DECOR: A "(Questionable) TAROT READINGS" sign hangs outside of a covered wooden wagon painted with sun and moon and star motifs, draped in curtains of flowering ivy — not the purple variety. Inside is cozy, warmly lit and comfortable, stuffed to bursting with potted plants, all flowering. It smells like freshly brewed coffee. There's a circular table in the center of the small space. Opposite the entrance sits the reader, sipping a warm drink from a mug and engrossed in some shitty fantasy novel. ANYTHING ELSE?:
OFFERINGS: Ya boy here will perform any message (by song!) you so choose! Kermie assures you, the customer, that he can perform most musical styles and will even provide dancing accompaniment for no additional charge! (This is because Kermie is incapable of singing without also dancing, but might as well make it a ~feature~.) Give him a tune, a style, or just ask him to make it up himself!
Everything is the same price unless you want to send a mean message. Then there's an upcharge. This is entirely up to Kermit's discretion.
DECOR: He has a stool, an iPod classic, and an iPod dock, just so he can show off his singing. There's an extension cord chain running seemingly all the way back to his dorm so he can power his iPod dock, despite the fact that he's close enough to the Gastrognome to just, like, use their fucking power.
ANYTHING ELSE?: The muscheron keep unplugging his extension cords and it's getting to be a problem.
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