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[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
Notes:

• Swap Meet Spreadsheet: Pre-chosen swaps are green. Assigned are blue. There were a few characters that were selected more than once, so objects were assigned on a first-come first-serve basis. If you have any issues or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the mod team.
• For objects that might not be immediately apparent as belonging to their owners, there may be a picture or name attached, or players are welcome to have their characters ~just know~ it's for them. Drr drr drr, bb.
• Party post nights are a great time to come join the chatroom.
• The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.

Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap.

Comments

[asklepios]

“I wasn't sure if I ought to check or not,” she says, ruefully, which is an implied answer if not an entirely specific one. Of course she doesn't know, and she completely didn't photograph the contents at home before coming out.

This is a very truthful conversation on both sides, as ever.

[requiresssacrifice]

"How else would you find out who it belongs to?" he remarks idly, in a voice that passes no judgment either way. It's not that he thinks she's necessarily the type to pry... so much as he assumes anybody would do what he'd do when faced with a mysterious container. Really, only a fool wouldn't check the contents of the suitcase or-- in his case-- decorated box, and he doesn't take her for a fool.

[asklepios]

“Well,” with a wry look over her wine-glass, “the contents gave me only a few clues.” And she's not about to assume quite that much about her cohort at large-- although it is interesting, being surrounded by so many people so inclined towards breaking pattern.

(Which is how she thinks of mortality; in terms of patterns, of the big picture, of puzzle pieces.)

“I'm still not sure.”

[requiresssacrifice]

There's a nod as Rex sets the box down on the closest table, keeping close to it just to make sure it doesn't fall into somebody else's hands. With the Apache becoming more crowded, he's... somewhat concerned that a mix-up could get him in trouble. Not that he believes in the wrath of the gods or anything, but he's not about to ignore a vague warning about "consequences" if he can avoid it.

"Then we're in the same boat." He glances at the suitcase curiously. "Maybe we can help each other out. Give... hints to narrow down the recipients."

[asklepios]

Logic suggests to Benevenuta that if anyone here chooses to steal an object not theirs, the consequences are going to be theirs; prudence suggests to her that the wrathful are not always the most sensible and reasoned of people. Or gods. One doesn't need to be faithful to the Twelve Point to grasp that, and she's worked at the Glory Shada long enough not to take anything for granted, even the luxury of skepticism.

“Well, I think I may be looking for someone in your line of work,” she says, speculatively.

[requiresssacrifice]

That causes Rex to give the briefcase another look. His line of work certainly involved the use of silver briefcases just like that, but it would be silly to assume, right off, that it's his. He's hardly the only scientist to carry things around in a case like that. (And he's certainly not the only mad scientist in Baedal.)

"Then I can think of a few potentials off the bat. Engineering, or..." He makes a hand motion as if to say broader. "The sciences overall?"

[asklepios]

“I'm inclined to think engineering, but...ah, I'm not sure. Medical engineering is my guess.” But she hadn't had time to find someone who could quietly analyze it for her, so she's had to be satisfied with photographs that she can assess at her leisure and the vague hope she might find out something about it from its owner. “It is-- only a guess.”

[requiresssacrifice]

The plan had been to reciprocate with some speculation of his own about the recipient of the mysterious little trunk, whoever that might be. But that goes out the window when Dr. Bernat says medical engineering. Now there's a hungry sort of look in his eyes as he stares, fixating, at the briefcase.

"Do you mind if I take a look?" he ventures, setting his glass down beside the now-forgotten box. "In the event that it-- that I can. Identify it."

[asklepios]

After considering that for a moment - it's hard to miss that reaction when you're as sharply observant as she is, but then it's not subtle how he fixates on it once his attention is caught, either - Benevenuta sits down on one of the lounge's sofas, setting the briefcase in her lap and popping the latch before she turns it, neatly, opened toward him.

A remote control and a syringe full of nanomites.

“What do you think?”

And now she'd really like to know.

[requiresssacrifice]

A simple-- if suspicious-- sight to most, the syringe is perhaps the most beautiful thing Rex has laid eyes on since arriving at Baedal. It's hard to mask his glee-- the slow (creepy) smile that graces his face says enough about what he thinks. He reaches out, then seems to break the spell, withdrawing his hand to oh, so casually scratch at his neck.

"I think I know exactly what that is." A beat. "It's mine."

Nanomites. Programmed for what purpose, he doesn't know yet. They could be destructive, or they could be used to enhance his subject. Whatever the function, he knows that this is the only supply he'll have for a good long time. The technology in Baedal simply isn't advanced enough to even begin the groundwork of nanomite production.

This? This is a gift.

Maybe he should believe in the gods, after all.

[asklepios]

“I wondered,” Benevenuta says, neatly-- because she had, because it seemed to fit, and because it's an interesting thing to have been right about, all things considered. A moment later she latches the briefcase shut again and slides it forward on her knees, offering it to him.