Market Street

With the suitcase safely in a hotel room, the two headed to the market to shop. Phoebe bounded ahead as she began looking in the windows of each store, hoping to find a clothing shop.

"Gods, I hope they have something in my size." She said as she looked around eagerly. Quincy was close behind.

"Well, if we have to we can just resummon you in a smaller form."

"Ugh, I hate being short though. It hurts my neck looking up at people."

"Listen, you either get to be tall or clothed in authentic fashion, you don't get both."

Phoebe continued to whine until she eventually across the clothing store and proceeded inside.

Phoebe began picking up the kimonos and comparing their sizes. She eventually settled on a white one with stitchings of bamboo all over it and showed it to Quincy.

"What'cha think?" She said, glowing with joy over finding something that fits.

"Yeah, that works. You want shoes too, or..."

"Ugh, no way! I feel better barefoot, you know that!"

"Just making sure you don't want the full experience or not."

"Well...I'll settle for three-fourths experience."

She turned back to the shopkeep with a smile.

"How much?"

"....Uhhhhh......"

Phoebe looked nervous. Quincy walked up a moment later and patted her back before addressing the merchant.

"Do you have some form of currency exchange? If not, what is it you most need? I have connections and can get them to you immediately."

"What about fabrics from another country? Possibly metal not common to this area? Let me call a friend, see what he says."

Quincy pulled out what looked like parchment, gesturing to Phoebe to turn around and bend over. He used her back as a makeshift table as he wrote something down with an ink pen before folding it up. Suddenly he punctured the letter twice and held the result- a folded piece of rectangular paper in the shape of a cell phone- to his ear and began to talk into it.

"...hey....yeah, it's me, listen- huh? Oh, yeah, we made it just fine.....yeah, so far it's great! They have this cool marketplace....the hotel was fine, nothing special....oh, she loves it, she's been practically bouncing nonstop since she got off the boat.....haha, yeah, well you'll be the one to tell her that....yeah....hey, speaking of which, there's this foreign dress she wants to buy but our money's no good here....yeah, you know that pile of fabrics the textile merchant traded to us? Yeah, red and blue and, yeah that, could you drop it into the bank? Uh, probably in the lodge? I forget.....oh it's there? Great, thanks! Yep, talk to you later."

He folded the paper one more time and tore it to shreds, placing the pieces in a nearby wastebin, before pulling out another piece of paper and began to write on it. At first he seemed confused but as he wrote more he became increasingly frustrated.

"Dammit...Pheebs, you remember the password?"

"It's my birthday, Quince."

He thought for a moment then nodded in silence as he wrote down some numbers. The paper began to glow a blue haze as he somehow stuck the piece of paper in mid air. The paper was sucked into itself, forming a swirling blue portal the same size as the sheet. Quincy stuck his hands inside, feeling around for something, then pulled out a large pile of cotton and silk garments.

"There we are....a friend sent these as a gift. They contain trace elements of mana to help your mages cast better. Light weight, safe to wash, sturdy, they're good stuff."

The two looked around shocked and confused.

"What, why? This isn't stolen, it was being used as bartering material!"

"What?!" Phoebe exclaimed. "That's bullshit! How can you ban magic?! It's friggen everywhere!"

"Pheebs, just get on the ground." Quincy said as he followed the guards' orders.

"No way, this is crazy! Everyone knows a little bit of magic and all you did was talk to someone and pull some clothes out of storage. Officer, listen to reason, he hasn't done anything wrong and neither have I. We're just tourists here-"

"Pheobe..."

Phoebe immediately stopped talking. After some hesitation she sighed and dropped to the ground as well.

The two followed- Quincy complacently and Phoebe grudgingly.

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Hatsumomo sat in her litter, being pulled by a man with very nice arms -- very nice indeed. It was shaded, so her own parasol was not opened, and the actress of quying sat comfortably in her fan-patterned gown of amber yellow, warm orange and turquoise, a bright purple obi around her waist. Her shoulders were naked, as usual, displaying the tattoo that grew gracefully over one collar bone.

They were riding through the busy streets of Quying when she saw the curious sight of Royal Fletcher. She leaned forward and called to the 'driver' to stop, a silk fan opening in her hand as she looked at the damp-looking white boy.

"Hello," Hatsumomo said, her voice heavily accented given her common. "You are looking in trouble. May I help?" she asked, and blinked when she saw the duck head poking out of his backpack. There was not enough room in the litter for the two of them, and the 'driver' seemed to be looking at Royal like he was even more strange than the duck caught in the boy's pack.