http://azure-mercy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] azure-mercy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2008-06-05 03:19 pm

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With the House of Arch Academy students off for the summer, Zhaan has a lot of time on her hands. She's been working hard on her garden, collecting useful wild herbs in the woods, and doing some extra religious devotions - and, of course, spending time with Stark.

She's decided to sell some products from her garden again, now that time allows. Arranged on the table of her usual booth near the infirmary are jars, sachets and wrapped packages of various items - teas, incense, balms, perfumes, soaps and spices. While she doesn't have a sign up, the neat shop-window arrangement of her products makes it obvious that they are for sale.

[identity profile] big-staff.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
John's on his way outside when he catches sight of the booth. He remembers Zhaan at a glance, though it's been a long time since they met (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/16614001.html); she's not the sort of face he'd be likely to forget.

He wanders over, hands in his coat pockets, and gives her a smile that's edging on shy. "Zhaan, right? I'm John Little... we talked once, out by the lake."

[identity profile] big-staff.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good, thank you. My door doesn't seem to turn up as often as some," he explains. "Though I'm glad it came today. It's bitter cold at home."

His attention is drawn naturally to her wares. "What are you selling?"

[identity profile] big-staff.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Little John has a working knowledge of herbs, from living in the forest for so long. He thinks some of the jars' contents look familiar, but given Zhaan's from a different planet -- and the fact that this is Milliways! -- he's not sure.

And, annoyingly enough, the outlaw can't read a word.

"Do you have any agrimony, or something else that's good for stopping bleeding?" he asks thoughtfully.

ooc: ack, sorry -- forgot to address that! And you were right. :D

[identity profile] big-staff.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's not for me. Well, I hope not," he adds sheepishly. "It's just I know Djaq likes to have some on hand." There's a pause, as he realizes that Zhaan has no bloody way of knowing who Djaq is.

"Err -- Djaq's one of our gang. She's the most knowledgeable about medicine; her father was a Saracen physician."

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[identity profile] hopefulpoet.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a blue woman, sitting at a table with a variety of items upon it. She seems comfortable, relaxed, at peace, somehow.

Christian can't explain it.

He approaches slowly, hands in his pockets.

Just because she's blue doesn't mean she's any different from anyone else. Be brave, you bloody git...

"Hullo," he says, his voice soft. "Are... these things for sale?"

[identity profile] hopefulpoet.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, you speak... English. Good. Um..." He checks his pockets. "What currency do you take for..." Christian scans the items and spots what looks like loose-leaf tea. "Some tea?"

He's trying not to stare. She's quite lovely to behold, if rather bluer than he's used to. He wants to ask where she's from, though he won't know it, of course, and he doesn't want to pry.

[identity profile] hopefulpoet.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does it? Oh." He looks around the bar, as if expecting to see something different than what was there moments ago. Everything looks the same, of course. "Well, isn't that clever?"

He sighs and says, "Something soothing, I suppose? Though it's a mute point, dear lady, if I can't pay."

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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2008-06-05 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Herbs!

Teja follows the scent, and arrives beside the table with the blue woman.
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[personal profile] ostro_goth 2008-06-05 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Greetings, Zhaan," Teja says. He remembers her also -- he sometimes ends a list of the variety of people in this place on a note of '... and a blue woman!'
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"Some of those that knew about herbs, among my own people, would put some into little sacks of very thin linen, and then one would add those to a hot bath if one's muscles were especially sore, and these herbs would help so one would be able to move lithely again somewhat sooner," Teja says. "If you have something like that, I would like to buy it."

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[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com 2008-06-05 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Momiji hasn't ever seen much in the way of shops and things at the Bar, so the sight of what looks like somebody selling stuff draws him over pretty easily. And it's all fun look stuff, too, which keeps him around, poking his nose and pointing his big, brown eyes towards various things.

He's being distracted by a few of the perfumes, at the moment. At least, he thinks that's what they are. It's hard to tell, at Milliways.

[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com 2008-06-06 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Uhm, I don't know what it all is!" Momiji turns, grinning at Zhaan in a way that is half Hello, I'm constantly chipper! and half OMG, you're bluuuuue!

"But it all looks nice."

[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com 2008-06-06 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, wow. Was it a whole lot of work?"

It certainly looks that way to him. After all, even after growing things, one would have to actually turn them into what they are, now.

Still, this brief reflection doesn't stop him from picking out one of the perfumes and gently picking it up.

"This is a perfume thing, right? Can I smell it?"