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ƴ☺ʊя ḟøґℯṽ℮ґ ℊḯґℓ ([personal profile] sausagefests) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2025-05-04 09:45 am
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Night market



Welcome to...

The Night Market

Even as the sky gets dark, there's still a lot of lights and life all over this busy street full of people. Vendors and customers from all over come to share and appreciate their creations, taking in this lively atmosphere. Eat, drink, be merry - but watch out for pickpockets and price gouging.

Rules:

1. Comment with your characters. Feel free to specify if they're a vendor/merchant, performer, or someone just here to enjoy the market.
2. Hang out, meet new people, laugh at the bootleg toys, and stuff your faces with good food and drinks.
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malesiren: (all smiles)

Hiii~ I think OG X-Verse Henry then, just 'cos

[personal profile] malesiren 2025-05-05 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Henry was having a pretty decent night, all things considered, perched on the lip of a fountain that had been repurposed into a planter, in a nice corner for the acoustics to resonate as they were meant to, with only his guitar case, a small amp and a milk crate to carry his CDs and cassettes in.

He hadn't even had to pack up to go find some dinner, as the couple running the shawarma stand across from his chosen alcove had brought him a full dinner box just for keeping them entertained by playing their requests when no one else had made one for a while, laughing that they'd find a song he didn't know one of these days.

The new arrival caught his eye, mostly because he had something of a knack for knowing when someone was just listening, and when someone actually needed the music, and he was pretty sure the guy was one of the latter, which was why he gave an easy smile at the bill, "Well that, my friend, is going to get you a copy of my CD and a request, if you've got one."
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[personal profile] inumbrated 2025-05-08 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhat taken aback by the eye contact, Frankie smiled back, a little lopsided.

"Thanks," he said. "But unfortunately I don't have anything I can use to play a CD." Or any way of hanging onto the CD. Or anything else. "But I'd be happy to hear... uh... I don't know, what's your favorite song?"

He took a seat near Henry, a polite distance away, a little closer than an audience member but a little further than a friend.
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[personal profile] malesiren 2025-05-09 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
He gave an almost sympathetic sound at that first answer, but nodded all the same, "Just the request, then." A flash of a smile followed at the question, "That changes day to day, never have just one favorite of anything, that way lies boredom, my friend."

And a thoughtful hum, "But tonight? For you?" He clicked his tongue against the side of his teeth a few times, considering, "I think I've got just the thing." He took a moment to settle, adjusting his finger placement, plucking over a chord, shaking his head once and adjusting again before he settled into a particularly soulful rendition of The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia.

He held the last chord as he finished, letting it hum on for a drawn-out moment, shivering as he stilled the strings once more, "Mm, love that one."
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[personal profile] inumbrated 2025-05-11 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Frankie leaned his head on his hand and listened, captivated by the song, the soulful singing and the skillful guitar playing. The man was very talented, but there was something else there too, something Frankie couldn't quite put his finger on. It intrigued him, but so did everything else about the musician. When the song ended, Frankie smiled and tilted his head.

"Now why'd you pick that one for me as you said? You think I got murder in my past?" He said it jokingly, but it's closer to the truth than Frankie would care to admit, at least in public.
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[personal profile] malesiren 2025-05-12 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
He smiled, bright and sharp and quick, "What makes you so sure it's in your past?" One brow lifted as he asked, head tilting just a little, "Could be in your future."

He shook his head then, "Honestly that one's been lingering most of the night, just never really seemed like it should go to anyone else. I can't say if it means anything, because I don't really know, but sometimes I just get a kind of a sense for who needs a song. More often it's who doesn't need the song I'm about to sing, and that's when I change things up."

He shifted his grasp on the guitar again so he could offer a hand to shake, "Name's Henry."
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