[What a magical trip! Reko first finds herself immediately plunged into water -- no 'hello', no warning, no nothing! Just boom, splash and now her whole body is wet. She's not a great swimmer but she doesn't exactly outright drown which is pretty nice all things considered.

At least until she's thrust out of the water but someone. Who? Reko doesn't even begin to comprehend because in the next second she's thrown up onto one of the pillow jellies and the force of it is enough to send her bouncing to the next one while tries to get her feet under her.

She yells a few times through all of this but now bouncing like she is on the jellies it's just an outright primal yell.]

THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!

[By the time she gets to the Rent-A-Ride Reko is an absolutely soppy mess. Her short hair has half-dried and goes back to it's typical puffy glory but there are just these long streaks of black running from around her eyes, over her cheeks to her chin. With her dark clearly punk clothing and the general aura of intimidation around her she doesn't look bad so much as... kind of metal?

The running eyeliner leaves smudges on her cheek even after she bums a towel off of someone or other. In the middle of wiping it off this raven just comes and casually settles down on Reko's shoulder. The moment it's claws make contact is the moment Reko jerks away from that direction, causing the bird to flap away in a flurry of croaking calls and aggravation.

Reko herself boggles at the bird, just...]

What, is the wildlife gonna start chewin' on me now too?!

[Once someone makes her aware of familiars and the caravan actually gets to moving one can find the woman clutching a drink and looking exhausted, raven preening on her shoulder.]

[To be honest Reko doesn't give a damn about most of the art. Or rather it's more like she doesn't know enough about most of it to really get it's intrinsic value. All of the paintings, the furniture, the sculptures... yeah, it's a little over her head.

That stays true until she gets to this thing that looks like a guitar but not really and she just stares at it trying to make heads or tails of what one does with it.

And then she's just smitten. She'd been looking around the bazaar in interest before but now she's just lit up like she's come across the best thing ever. It's up for auction though and with that comes special rules, rules others might find more than a little tedious. Performances performed in stanza, eh?

Reko gives the most savagely enthused and toothy of smiles. In reply she throws up the horns.]

Fuck yeah, that's what I like to hear! Bring it, I'll wipe the floor with the rest of ya!

[Feel free to hit me up with any other prompts you like! Reko is a singer-songwriter with a distinctly visual kei style who likes to sink punk and heavy metal music. "Kind to the weak, harsh to the strong" aptly describes her personality and she's got a soft spot for kids.

PMs open for plotting.]