BDE NPCs: IC Brainstorming Post

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It doesn't matter what year it is. Fandom will be Fandom... in slightly different ways and with slightly different tastes.

This is your IC brainstorming post! Tag in under one of the prompts for your Fandom and have a poke at a Day In The Life.

OOC brainstorming post is here.

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1400's Medieval

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Half-built castle. Monks. Pig shit.

The Marketplace

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The marketplace is jammed with people: a noisy mix of day laborers from the construction site at the top of the hill, peddlers praising their wares at the top of their voices, and the occasional gang of students in outfits from a dozen worlds and accents almost as varied. The passageways between stalls are dirt on a good day, mud on a bad, and don't step too closely to the homes surrounding the marketplace if you don't fancy a drenching from a chamber pot being emptied out the front door.

Winter has been holding on tightly this year, so the food pickings are slim: potatoes, beets, turnips, all looking well past their best, and the farmers are increasingly desperate to get anything in trade from Fandomites in order to feed their families. Woven cloth, hand-made weaponry and wooden furniture are also available for cash or barter, and if you know the right person to ask, magical herbs and charms can be bought from a well-hidden stall toward the back of the market just past the smithy.

Watch your pockets as you wander around: not everyone here is honest folk.

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Red was walking through the market-place, picking up a few things for dinner. She'd brought in a deer (teal, but once she'd stripped the hide, who could tell?) and gotten a good price for the meat, as well as a few rabbits. Unlike most people, she could still manage to get food for herself quite nicely.

She was considering buying a few charms to send home to Granny, and maybe a weapon or two for Charming and Snow.

Within the Library

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Absolute silence reigns in the library, where monks and students with enough patience and nice enough calligraphy carefully hand copy Biblical passages and other, more esoteric, tomes to be placed inside the cavernous Special Collections. Interrupting the silence with anything less important than an island-wide invasion will be met with punishments ranging from a month's worth of time peeling potatoes for Friar Tuck in the kitchen to a week in the castle dungeon with the resident troll. The castle--and it would be massive when it was completed--might be only half-finished at this point, but the dungeon was one of the first major projects completed, which said something (and not something good) about those running that particular building project.

Most people learned quickly to shut up coming into the library and those who didn't were seldom seen twice inside these rooms.