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[Panzercrappitastica]

B

[GreyCaboose]

"You have antlers!" You stammer, pointing a finger at the woman's black antlers.

"Huh?" Her eyes zip upwards before zipping back down to you. "Oh, these old things. I got them from my dad! Cernunnos and all. My mom was an adze, they hit it off, you know how it goes. They're impressive, aren't they? Anyways, I can't believe you have a Lic-"

Screech chirps from in your coat, and the antlered woman gasps.

"That's a real phooka? You have a real phooka?" Her eyes widen. "What's with those horns? What have you been feeding that thing, goats?"

A) "What's a Cernunnos?"
B) "What's an adze?"
C) "Phooka?"
D) "I named it Screech."

[Julia The Bookworm]

D

[GreyCaboose]

"I named it Screech." You reply, looking downwards at Screech as it writhes around and spits.

"A good name for a little baby thing like that." The antlered woman nods. "A word of advice, though, apparent fellow mask enthusiast, you might already know this but you should keep an eye on what your phooka eats! It's either eaten a goat or a troll baby, and if it's the latter you might end up with a bigger problem on your hands than it nestling in your jacket." She smirks. "Anyways, what's your name? I'm Seenoir, but you can call me Se."

A) "I'm Nancy Walker."
B) "I'm Pekakonkoi."
C) "I'm Owl-Girl."
D) "....Wait what do you mean by troll baby and bigger problems,"

[Julia The Bookworm]

D

[GreyCaboose]

"I'm..." You stop and frown. "Wait. What do you mean by troll baby, or 'bigger problems'?"

Se tilts her head to the side.

"That's a Phooka. They take on the characteristics of what they eat." She explains. "It's rare for them to take a liking to intelligent folk like us, but it seems like you tamed this one! ...Do you really not know about phookas?"

You shake your head.

"Or trolls?"

You shake your head again.

"Wow. What are you?"

A) "I'm a human."
B) "What do you mean?"
C) "I'm an owl."

[Julia The Bookworm]

C

[GreyCaboose]

"Im...." You hold your mask up. "..An owl."

Se laughs a bit.

"Alright, then! Well, ah, listen, I've got to go perform, but if you want to chat more, like, about masks or owls or phookas, I work night shift at the Home for the Unintentionally Relocated, on Kezli Street a couple blocks from here." She smiles before starting to turn away from you.

A) "Wait, perform?"
B) "Home for the Unintentionally Relocated?"

[Panzercrappitastica]

A

[GreyCaboose]

"Wait, perform?" You tilt your head to the side. "What do you perform?"

"I dance during the festivals!" Se responds. "Folks like seeing my antler bangles move around."

"Oh. Uh -" Before you can say anything else, though, Se steps back into the crowd of people and leaves you and Screech alone. Your stomach rumbles a little bit and you realize you can smell various unhealthy-scented and unfamiliar foods being sold from the stands. You could go for some food...and from its behavior, so could Screech. You glance around.

"Fried fur-gator! Get your fried fur-gator here!" Shouts a vendor with three eyes, raising two sticks with fried meats that sort of look like chicken on them.

"Fresh fruit black tea with peacock's blood! Mango or Izzerberry! Get it while it's at its strongest!" Announces a woman with pointed ears.

A) Look into the fried fur-gator.
B) Look into the black tea with peacock's blood.

[Julia The Bookworm]

A

[GreyCaboose]

"Fried fur-gator! Get your-" The vendor stops and smiles as you approach. "Ah, a customer! Can I trouble you for some fur-gator?" He pokes a pair of wooden sticks with some tasty albeit greasy-looking fried and breaded meat speared on them.

"Sure." You reply. Screech chirps its own approval and hunger.

"That'll be 5 nokets!" He chirps. You frown.

"Nokets?" You raise a brow. "I don't have nokets. Just...dollars."

"Dollars?" The vender raises his eyes in shock. "Human currency? Oh, that'll do!"

You hand him a one dollar bill, which he takes greedily before quickly and enthusiastically handing you four sticks of breaded meat.

"Thank you for this." He smiles and bows his head, dollar in hand. "Enjoy your fur-gator!"

You decide to leave quickly with your food, not enjoying the suspicious way he'd begun to look at you. Screech begins to sniff at the meat and peeps a bit, clearly wanting some.

A) Feed Screech.
B) Don't feed Screech.

[Panzercrappitastica]

A

[GreyCaboose]

You offer one of the fur-gator sticks to Screech, who quickly chomps it all down rather greedily, stick and all, and chirps happily, wriggling around in apparent joy. Its fur is...kind of ticklish! You laugh a bit before taking a bite of fur-gator yourself - Whatever fur-gator is. Hm....It tastes kind of like catfish. Or oysters? Something seafood-y.
Not too bad! You finish your first stick, and then split the other two among you and Screech, who seems very eager to be fed. You make a mental note to buy a little bed and dog dish for it once you get back home, since clearly you and this little....'Phooka' are meant to be friendsies forever.

You glance around more, seeing other individuals selling jewelry, masks, trinkets, food....And you see a very familiar tall older man, an angered look on his face and a bright red package in his hands. The whole reason you came here!

A) Follow Caleb Peko.
B) Sic Screech on him.

[Julia The Bookworm]

A