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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'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.