Owner	Pose
Phoebe Beacon	The Oddities Market. Typically an indoor venue, this year the guerlla market has set up with joviality in Boston Commons, a place where once upon a time there was a Dunkin Donuts on every corner. No joke. The early 00's were a lawless time in New England.     So various fans baring Patriots or Red Sox gear are poking through the curiosities from this market, a flea and rummage sale of the strange, the odd, and the occult -- and sometimes, the real.     Somewhere in the labyrinth of double-headed taxidermied crows and deadly scorpions encased in glass paperweights, the final crate of bloodstained artifacts lay in wait.     The air is filled with the stale exchange of the T-station, the smell of fried dough with sticky, real maple syrup, and the regular smells of Boston.
M'gann M'orzz	The middle of downtown Boston calls for a bit more subtlety than a typical Outsiders mission. Subtly inserting the team is the easy part. Finding parking for BioShip to be available for a quick extraction on the other hand, that is more tricky. M'gann guides the ship in stealthed on a fast approach, everyone is let off into a side alley so as not to attract too much attention. She then flies the around until the she finds a bit of open space nobody is paying too much attention to and BioShip transforms itself into a slightly too large blue police call box. America has these right? She definitely remembers seeing them on TV even if there might be some culturally crossed wires here. BioShip's 'stealthy disguse' taken care of, she slips out to join the others.
Zatanna Zatara	Ah, the cold nip of autumn in Boston. Home of the worst case of food poisoning of her life, thanks to a cream filled lobster claw from a famous local bakery. The smells do nothing for the magician's stomach as she concentrates on a tracer glyph inscribed on a piece of parchment. Using a lighter, the black-haired woman sets fire to it, holding it over a section of grass sodden from the previous night's rain while a beer-bellied Patriots fan watches her suspiciously. The sparks rise into the air and set off for the market leaving a pleasant smell of burning aloes behind. Lately, Zatanna has left dressing for the stage to, well, the stage, preferring well-made designer jackets and coats, black, of course, and sensible shoes, smart lace-up boots with low heels. Still under the gaze of the Patriots fan she enters the market, following the sweet smell of magic. In the background the police call box, their point of entry, can be seen. Softly to the others: **I've sent a finder glyph out.**
Bart Allen	Bart Allen has set up in his normal civilian attire, just another young guy walking about. He has stopped and gotten some food from some of the places that sell it, speedster metabolism and all. He will ask of the others "We know if they are all in one place or spread out?" He does stop looking at some odd nick knack.
Phoebe Beacon	Somewhere, Sweet Caroline is playing. Everybody stops to DAH DAH DAAAAH, and then goes back to what they were doing.     Someone stops and takes a picture with the blue police box. They are wearing a hat with a blue police box. They flash a thumbs up and call out to M'gann "NICE TARDIS!"     Nerds. At least it's not around Easter, then there'd be all the Anime Nerds. Bart's given the local specialties: a battered and deep-fried donut on a stick, fried dough with maple syrup, and a box of clam strips.     The finder glyph does its work. There are three points where Zatanna is picking up on the relics's bloody signature. A table towards the back of the bizarre bazzar, one towards the side near a gazebo, and one curiously on the move.
M'gann M'orzz	"Thank you!" Megan Morse smiles at the person taking a picture with disguised BioShip, this is clearly a sign the disguise is working. She is dressed like the Earth teenager, that she definitely is, in a t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a windbreaker for the fall weather. Focusing on the mental link for a moment M'gann sets the location of the three points Zatanna has found firmly in her mind. <<We should probably split up to cover more ground while we have the element of surprise.>> She focuses on a particular location, so they know where she is headed and sets off through the crowds, grabbing herself some fried dough with maple syrup as she goes.
Zatanna Zatara	A smile crooks one side of Zatanna's mouth at the chorus of DAH DAH DAAAAHS that sounds through the market. *I compliment myself on finding three points over the smell of frying grease. We'll call the back of the bizarre - north. One point there. The other is to the south-east near a domed bandstand/gazebo building. Bart, one is on the move, not far from the fried dough place. I'm off to the north.* She feels a set of eyes on her and turns to see Mr. Pot-Belly eyeing her. Narrowing her eyes, the magician gives him a firm, flat frown, "gniog teG", (Get going) she strongly suggests. She passes a stand of tarot cards and crystals that would normally make her stop on her way towards the back of the stands and marks it for her return.
Bart Allen	Bart Allen hmms and nods his head a bit and says "I'll check out the one on the move, any hints to what it is exactly big small, size of a bread box, 2 headed goat?" He asks as he walks along seeing a stuffed two headed goat at one stall. He will stop at the fried dough place, buying more food, and scanning the crouwd for anything that draws his attention
Phoebe Beacon	The disguise is working wonderfully. 10K points to House M'orzz, and a flakey dough circle covered with treesap! A couple of people try to get her to buy 'Good Luck Bruins Cup' with the Boston Garden logo (instead of the newer TD Bank North Garden logo). SOmeone's selling WICKED GOOD BUMBAH STICKAH T-shirts. There's a couple of people who have 'This Car Climbed Mt. Washington' safetypinned to their backpacks as they move through.     Crystals said to heal and a bunch of pre-packaged Salt Lamps made from the Himalayan Pink Salts (With stickers stating they were 'made in china' crossed out). Potbelly moves on to investigate other areas.     Bart does pass by a (taxidermied) two-heated pygmy goat mount. It's a very poor taxidermy; clearly someone didn't get their goat.     Towards the back, there's a table with a big Eye of Horus tapestry behind it. The woman at the table looks miserable, wrapped up in a thick puffy coat. Her liscence plate on the car behind her reads from Florida. She has a variety of this and that, all Egyptian themed.     To the side, there's a large man, nearly six foot four (and full of muscles) was having an argument about someone in The Pats taking over for THE GREAT ONE.     And then there's the moving target. There's a figure, lean, crooked over slightly, walking with a cane, humming. What to do?
M'gann M'orzz	Megan Morse, Earth Teenager, approaches the table where she got a ping from Z. "Wow these are really cool, I've always loved Egyptian things, those Mummy movies were so cool! How much is..." She at least acts like she is taking her time choosing before pointing at the artifact that set off Zatanna's spell. "How much is that one?" <<So far, so good.>>
Zatanna Zatara	The Eye of Horus fixes Zatanna's attention as she nears the back. She sighs at the commercialization of powerful magical arcana. But that sets her off on a tangent thinking about the udjat eye, sign of healing, well-being and protection. At least, there are no signs of Set lurking about. Do the people here know of the blood magic that is being sold, the darkness they are trafficking in? *I'm at the back of the market, under the Eye of Horus I haven't found it yet.* The easy way, if there is ever any easy with spells set by necromancers, would be to unravel the spell and leave the object. Killing the spell still leaves the blood. With a pleasant nod, to the bundled up woman, Zatanna examines the things she has for sale, unwilling to cast a spell yet. The muscled man looks very out of place to her, more the type that should be guarding a superstar or leading a merc unit.
Bart Allen	Bart Allen will walk quickly trying to get a look at things. Seeing the old lady he knows his days. That old lady is either Boba Yaga in disguise, or some poor helpless old lady and the bad mojo magic item is her cane. It has to be one of the two. He will move ahead of where the hunched lady is walking trying to get a look at her and her cane better.
Phoebe Beacon	The little old lady gives a little 'hmm' sound. She has a 'THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING! :)" bag. There's a box tucked into it, and she seems distracted a moment, turning to admire some crystals for healing. Her walking stick has a skull on it with garnet eyes. Her wizened head bobbles a moment as she sucks on her teeth.     The little old lady who is wrapped up in the jacket gives a bright smile at Zatanna.     "Hello, hello -- interested in anything from the secrets form the desert sands, lovely?" she asks through chattering teeth.     The strongman, meanwhile, down the way from the lady wrapped in the jacket gives a bright laugh, and begins to show off some of the wares.     There is a white shabti, with a suspiciously rust-colored stain along the face of the figure. He's handling it with gloves.
Zatanna Zatara	In an other day and age, these people would be selling their wares from a painted wagon selling snake oil. Now, they sell blood magic. The magician returns the brilliant smile with one of her own, still perusing the ankhs and fake hieroglyphic name - Todd in the ancient script, etc. A flash of blue in the man's gloved hand catches her eyes. Even from this distance it looks old, the rust-colored stain obscuring its features flaring with magic to her eyes. *Got it. Look for figurines that look like mummy cases. Shabti. Servants of the rich* She doesn't launch into a lecture but knows the name is also tranlated 'answerer'. Seeing the blood gives the homo magi an idea. *I am going to try to remove the blood* Even the man handling it knows better than to touch it with his bare hands.
Bart Allen	Bart Allen frowns and hmms. He ponders should he just try to snatch the bag from the lady, that seems mean, she might fall, and get hurt or something. Might not even be the fight thing. He makes a note to talk to the magic types and see if they can make a PKE meter or something. He will continue watching the lady looking for even a partial second where he might be able to either walk in or zoom in and see into the bag.
Phoebe Beacon	'Todd' - 'Chad' - Peanut butter. Phonetically spelled they look almost regal in a chartuche. The man with the gloves attempts to offer the stained figurine to the man he was arguing with.     "Anything catching your fancy?" the woman asks, shiverring in spite of the mild weather. "If you want to take a closer look at something, let me know. I've got another crate in my truck." she states, "SOme of this comes fresh off the boat."     The old lady gives a soft 'hmm' and haww... and coughs.
Zatanna Zatara	"Well, actually," the Mistress of Magic says, leaning in, "that little thing in the man's hands down there catches the eye. Still smiling, she looms over the woman, ".esaelp ,em ot itbahs eht eviG , (Give the shabti to me, please.)
Bart Allen	Bart Allen will step up and offers the lady one of his napkins from his fast food "Are you ok ma'am?" He will ask, being polite and caring, something he does not have to act to be, part of his natural personality. He will look over and says "Do you need some water?"
Phoebe Beacon	"Oh? This old thing?" The woman asks, and she reaches into her jacket pocket, and in lieu of the the one the man is handling, she turns over a black one.     Now that it's exposed to sunlight, Zatanna can feel the Evil on this one. It was potent, and had been drawing on the woman's own life force.     Necromancy is no joke!     The blue-and-rust shabti is traded for cash. It goes into a box, and is carried away by a man in a yellow watchcap.     The old lady gives a bright smile to Bart.     "Oh, goodness, thank you. I must have allergies to something at one of these tables, I don't often have attacks like these -- oh dear." she sniffles, accepting the napkins as she gives a smile to Bart. "How nice of you to help out an old lady!"
M'gann M'orzz	After some detours, fried dough, and a trinket or three, the Mummy Movie manic Megan Morse makes her way to join the others with the old lady and peanut butter Chad. "Did you find anything good? All of these things look soooo interesting." She says to Z aloud, still playing the part of innocently culturally tone deaf movie watching sheltered young woman. <<Is everything okay? She doesn't seem well...>>
Zatanna Zatara	A close observer would see the smallest movement of shock from Zatanna as the woman pulls the object from her pocket. After a quick intake of breath, she nods, the woman couldn't have surprised her more if she had pulled a cobra from her pocket. The shabti stinks of death from an old grave suddenly opened to the sun. Zatanna puts her bare hand back into her pocket, hoping that the woman doesn't see her removed it covered in a glove. "Oh, yes," she says, unable to smile in the face of the blackness that pours from the object, "That's lovely. I'll take it." Without waiting another second, she straightens, hand still extended and commands, "doolb eht evlossiD .live siht draW" (Ward this evil. Dissolve the blood.)
Zatanna Zatara	M'gann's arrival distracts Zatanna for a moment. When she looks back the woman is holding out the black shabti. A close observer would see the smallest movement of shock from Zatanna as the woman shows it to her. After a quick intake of breath, she nods, the woman couldn't have surprised her more if she had pulled a cobra from her pocket. The shabti stinks of death from an old grave suddenly opened to the sun. Zatanna puts her bare hand back into her pocket, hoping that the woman doesn't see her remove it newly covered in a glove. "Oh, yes," she says, unable to smile in the face of the blackness that pours from the object, "That's lovely. I'll take it." *Trouble trouble M'gann. Don't move* Without waiting another second, she straightens, hand still extended and commands, "doolb eht evlossiD .live siht draW" (Ward this evil. Dissolve the blood.)
Bart Allen	Bart Allen looks to the older lady he is with and says "I never got to be a boy scout, but II always wanted to be and were told they had a few rules, one was to help someone in need, and one to be prepared." He offers. He does not over towards M'gann, and asks the lady "Need any more help, maybe carry your bags?"
Phoebe Beacon	Gloves are a good idea in New England weather, gets a bit nippy. The black shabti is turned over to Zatanna, and with a few quiet words, it's cleared, with the blood floating off in the Boston breeze, forming a smokey, skull-like patern as the necromantic magic is released, and the color on the woman's cheeks already starts to get better.. One marker down. One marker's with Bart. The other is heading for the exit now.     "Oh! Oh that would be very kind of you, dear -- let's see -- oh! Would you hold this for me, please?" she asks, handing over the bag with the smiley face. Bart would be able to see another shabti in there.
M'gann M'orzz	Megan Morse smacks her forehead. "Hello, Megan! Right there's one more!" And in a moment when eyes are off her, the red headed freckled young woman is just gone, wherever did she go? Up. That is where she went. Remembering there is a third artifact that she was responsible for and sensing its astral presence getting away, M'gann has turned invisible and taken to the air for a better view and less obstacles to chase after the last marker. <<Sorry, I moved, but I don't think anyone noticed. I'm going to stop the third marker from getting away!>>
Zatanna Zatara	Seeing the shock on the woman's face, Zatanna chuckles, looking at the spot where M'gann stood. "She can move when she wants to." Then, after observing the woman closely for a moment, "I think you're going to feel so much better in no time. Thank you. Have a great day," she calls over her shoulder. Inwardly, **Quick thinking, M'gann. Don't touch the blood sucker. Can you neutralize it?** That leaves Bart's package. Using the vestigial aroma of her original trace, she goes on it and Bart's trail. *On my way, Bart. Don't touch it. Okay?* She sights him, carrying a paper bag not twenty feet away from her. Without further ado, she launches the spell out loud, turning heads at the crazy lady talking to herself in public, ".doolb eht evlossiD .live siht draW"
Bart Allen	Bart Allen nods a bit and in his head he is saying "Got it in thie bag, nice enough lady here seems to have got it, helping her by carrying her bags." He offers the wolder woman a smile and says"No problem ma'am, I got a bit where I can help people today before I need to catch my train." He smiles and says "So take your time, and consider you have a porter for the next hour or so."
Phoebe Beacon	The man with the yellow cap is making his way towards the T station, his own shabti with that rust colored line of blood smear in a cloth bag. He's moving along at a good clip.     Zatanna can easily catch up with Bart and the old lady; it seems like she's in no rush to look anywhere other than some oddilty and curio cabinet items -- "Oh, goodness me! This is actually labeled 'a hen's tooth!'"
Zatanna Zatara	To doubly assure that the spell has taken, Zatanna takes the bag from Bart's hand, "Thanks." She gingerly extracts the green object with a gloved hand, dizzied for a moment by the virulence of the spell binding it. It worked once. Again, the crazy lady speaks a command aloud, holding a weird little doll in her hand, .doolb eht evlossiD .live siht draW" (Dissolve the blood. Ward this evil.) *M'gann, what's your status?*
M'gann M'orzz	<<I have eyes on the last one>> Comes M'gann's mental voice across the networked telepathic link. <<A man in a yellow hat has it in a cloth bag. I'm going to see if I can get it away from him.>> Flying after the man invisibly, she swoops down just above the crowds. Rather than directly approaching him M'gann tries something a bit more subtle, perhaps Batman's lessons have been paying off. Reaching out with her telekinesis she attempts to trip the man in the yellow hat, grabbing one of his feet for a moment so that he will stumble and fall with the idea of telekinetically snatching the bag away and making it vanish while he is distracted by gravity.
Phoebe Beacon	The second, green shabti is cleared, this one curling like a skeletal hand , trying to grip at the remains of what was holding it in place before it too disappears into the Gotham air. Zatanna should be so proud of herself for this, she's just saved two people's lives.     And now that third. M'gann goes invisible, and is floating behind the man in the yellow hat, until suddenly -- OOF! -- he trips. His arms windmill out, and that bag goes flying into the air, spinning about as the plastic-wrapped, bloodstained shabti begins to take a topple from the canvas! Will M'Gann be able to catch it in time, or shall it suffer a broken fate?!
Zatanna Zatara	Will she be noticed if she ports to M'gann's position? It's flagrant abuse of magic in a public place. Dropping the shabti wouldn't be tantamount to an oil spill in a delicate ecosystem after all. Would it? **"M'gann. Station, right?"** The magician flashes into existence nearby. If she was a baseball player the stadium would be standing for the catch she makes. "**Got it M'gann. Blow the thing out of existence!** She holds it away from her and squints.
M'gann M'orzz	What goes up, in this case, does not in fact come down. Or well it does just in very tiny pieces. M'gann can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at tripping the poor man in the yellow hat, but it had to be done she tells herself. As the bag lauches into the air and its Shabti contents begin to topple, but then Zatanna appears catching it and Miss Martian appears above the market, too! It is a moment for gawkers and tourists and even locals to snap with their cellphones, she doesn't often appear this far north after all, as she takes aim with her 'Martian Vision' and the Shabti is enveloped by twin red beams of telekinetic heat vision from her eyes. Rather than stick around to pose for the cameras or any sort of autographs though, blink and you missed her, she just vanishes again, as Megan Morse steps out from somewhere to rejoin Bart and wait for Zatanna to catch up.
Phoebe Beacon	Now, any propah New Englandah would be talkin' about this in the parlah after dinnah, there's flashes as cameras go off, taking pictures of M'gann floating over head. The little old woman goes a 'oh goodness me!' and adjusts her glasses, and then in an instant, it's over. The heat vision's destroyed the sbahti, the feeling of evil that those who might pick up on it is gone, and the last of Leksandria's little faux artifacts are released.     Part one to Phoebe's freedom is complete; the Outsiders, ever dependable, ever together, have once again come tot her aid to secure her own liberty.     Back in New York Phoebe, there is a weight lifted off Phoebe's chest, a breath she didn't even realize she was holding.
Zatanna Zatara	The moment the shabti has been vaporized, the Mistress of Magic disappears like she was vaporized, too. Her face is too well-known for her to be caught out flagrantly floating in public to the concern of all propah New Englandahs everywhere. It will be a happy return to NYC and to Phoebe. Back to the oversized police-box she goes. Solidarity with the Outsiders. Besides, she needs to kick back. Three powerful spells and a record-breaking catch take it out of a magician.