FMShop:Liktiken's Hovel/2015

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The 2015 run of Ebon Gate Festival was the final run of this shop.
a leaning tin-patched hovel, Room 26, go2 20322

[Liktiken's Hovel] RNUM: 21598
No effort has been made to make this hovel inhabitable by any but those with the lowest of standards. The wooden floorboards are so sodden and mired in the muck that they have grown a thick layer of mildew, creating a slippery hazard with every step. Holes and cracks in the ceiling and walls have been covered with poorly cleaned animal hides and pieces of tin. In the corner is a heap of moldering rags and scraps of fabric, and an overturned crate sits nearby, perhaps to serve as a table. You also see a sloppily painted sign.
Obvious exits: north, out
In the Common language, it reads:

Da tings on da hides be for pikin' locked tings.  Da lockpick on da crate gives ya random lockpick!  Dey twinty-five tousand.

Da star'll cure ya disease.

Da foot makes floaty disk.

Da finger hides ya from folks magic eyes.

Da frog makes ya all fast lik.

On the crate you see

shifting lockpick random lockpick generator 25000
a puffy black-skinned frog Haste (506) 14000
a desiccated warty goblin finger Unpresence (204)? 12000
a mildewed kappa foot Floating Disk (511) 10000
a wire-twined fingerbone star Undisease (113) 6000

In the heap you see

a badly soiled pea green silk blouse Pocketed:VSA
a couple of items
chest-worn
functional
5000
a blood-stained haircloth tunic Pocketed:VSA
a couple of items
chest-worn
functional
5000
a shredded canary linen skirt Pocketed:VSA
a couple of items of very small size
leg-worn
functional
5000
a pair of fraying wool trousers Pocketed:VSA
a couple of items of very small size
leg-worn
functional
5000

On the hides you see

a crusty worm-wrapped hook lockpick 4000
a blunt steel sewing needle 1000
a wood-handled dull seam ripper 90000
a bent and rusted hatpin 6000

North

[Liktiken's Hovel] RNUM: 22615
The smell in this part of the hovel is positively rancid, though the origin of the stench is not readily apparent. Bent nails protrude from the boards propping up the roof, and a variety of odds and ends dangle from them precariously. Shoved against one wall are the remains of an old baby carriage, its wheels warped and its fabric canopy torn and threadbare. Half of a hole-ridden barrel reaches out of the muck, its iron bandings rusted completely.
Obvious exits: south, west
In the Common language, it reads:

Da band an' loket holds em crystals.

Dat blankit makes ya flame.

Da doll head makes ya see ahead.  (Git it?  AHEAD!)

Dat liquid cure ya poison.

Dat eyeball make tings dark.

In the barrel you see

a dented and scorched faenor locket crystal holder neck-worn
functional
25000
a warped silver band crystal holder finger-worn
functional
25000
a dingy leather lockpick kit Pocketed:Small
a number of items
belt-worn
functional
15000
a pair of crimson-stained ivory dice 5000

In the carriage you see

a rust-smudged fuzzy pink blanket edged in ribbons Flaming Aura (1706)? cloak-worn
functional
35000
a mud-smeared water rat pelt bag with fraying seams Pocketed:MA
any number of items
belt-worn
functional
10000
a leather-lined turtle shell case with a broken clasp Pocketed:MA
any number of items
belt-worn
functional
10000
a cracked and stained porcelain doll head with hollow eyes 12000

On the nails you see

a grainy-textured troll tongue neckpouch on braided sinew Pocketed:VSA
any number of items
neck-worn
functional
5000
a pouch of tanned and whipstitched batwings Pocketed:MA
any number of items
belt-worn
functional
10000
a cloudy rotting eyeball floating in a cord-strung glass orb Eye Spy (707)? neck-worn
functional
22000
a vial of cloudy viscous liquid on a tarnished chain Unpoison (114) neck-worn
functional
8000

West

[Liktiken's Hovel] RNUM: 22616
An indistinct humming noise fills the air in this rear portion of the hovel, and the air is heavy with heat and humidity. Strings of old, rusty fish hooks hang from one wall, while another is plastered with carnival posters, which are quite obviously covering what was once a large hole. Atop a damaged crab cage in the corner is a small misshapen pot, and opposite is a slanted cot covered in molding blankets and pillows.
Obvious exits: east
In the Common language, it reads:

Most tings in here do tings.  Fun tings.  Dumb tings.  Bad tings.  All sorts of tings!

Liktiken likes tings.  Liktiken will trade tings wit folks.  Folks give Liktiken a ting and Liktiken give folks a ting in return.  Liktiken choose whut ya git!  No requists!

On the hooks you see

a hole-ridden ebon gauze veil pin-worn 10000
a black-horned crimson vathor toy 5000
a blood-stained dingy gauze eyepatch pin-worn 5000
a grungy mouse skeleton bracelet wrist-worn
functional
30000

In the pot you see

a bruised red-skinned apple 500
a festering piece of zombie flesh 2500
a thick slice of mutton 500
a crusty and yellowing gauze bandage pin-worn 2500

On the cage you see

a faded purple toy house finch 25000
a tiny-wheeled brown pony toy 10000
a piece of heavy knotted rope belt-worn
functional
7500
a piece of broken mirror 7500

On the cot you see

a torn brown canvas vest Pocketed:VSA
a couple of items of very small size
front-worn
functional
7500
a pair of moth-eaten socks foot-worn layering 1000
a singed heavy leather cloak Pocketed:VLA
any number of items
cloak-worn
functional
15000
a sleeveless threadbare silk longcoat Pocketed:VLA
any number of items
cloak-worn
functional
15000