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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

[23rd]

Hey look, it's exactly who you most want to be here right now, Logan: your tiny clone.

She briefly considered just ignoring him; neither of them are particularly what anyone would call social butterflies and she could probably get away with not talking to him at all. But pretending he doesn't exist is pointless and childish. So she takes her beer and wanders around the room, not mingling because she doesn't (people tend to get out of her way, in fact), but not hurrying to speak to anyone in particular.

So speaking of looking askance, once she laps the room once, she's just going to eye the item she saw him put down, establish eye contact with him, and slowly allow her eyebrows to climb up to her hairline. Unless that's actually some kind of James Bond gadget disguised as an ordinary ("ordinary") household object, yeah, she knows what it is.

[perfectcameo]

Confession: Logan did sort of try and investigate the thing to make sure it wasn't what he thought it was, until it started buzzing alarmingly in his hands and he had to work out how to turn that off too. No, it really is what it presents itself as, and everyone looking askance can deal with it with the silent fuck off he usually conveys via raised eyebrow or pointed stare.

Laura, however, gets a double-take and then an uncomfortable shift in posture from Logan, like maybe he'd like to put a serviette over it. Which would be a little too late and he has no such thing on his person, so, he relaxes back where he was sitting.

And shrugs, kind of helplessly, and shifts the vibrator aside like maybe he's making room for her to come over and not be overly near it.

[23rd]

Well they saw each other, now they have to interact or something. Laura is never sure what to say to this man who she knows everything about but also knows nothing about -- there's a lot of history there, but it's not his. It makes separating her feelings (what she has of them, anyway) difficult. Still, she heads in that direction and sits down nearby, close enough to talk without either of them having to shout but not all up in his grill. Her posture is aggressively casual -- legs apart, elbows on her knees, beer in one hand.

She has long since ditched the hamster, which is good because she felt incredibly awkward with it and Kiden kept eyeing it like she was going to grab it and run, and that would probably make the gods angry.

Helpfully, she decides to just not bring his item up. He really drew the short straw here.

"Hello," she says instead.

[perfectcameo]

A few people look like they might be thinking of making off with his item too, which means, possibly, the gods (or whatever) were wise in choosing these particular recipients. For now, Logan just gets to enjoy the surreal combination of having it in his periphery and being continually aware of it, as well as deal with, once more, that strange invisible pressure that comes with talking to Laura Kinney. The weight of the history she has with some other him presses unknown, like the dense water atop the submarine, the gravity beneath an aeroplane, oblivious and aware at the same time.

But he has beers, this time.

"Hey," comes easy, casting a look around the place as if maybe they are spectators, here, instead of participants. "Having fun?"

[23rd]

There are so many beers. So many.

"No." Well, points for honesty, although as ever with her it's not accompanied by the usual sulkiness of the average teenager. Just a statement of fact. "I do not enjoy... parties." She's not actually sure that that's what this technically is, but it is rapidly becoming something beyond a simple 'gathering' the more people are drinking. There's a lot of shots going around, which she supposes is most people's reaction to the trauma of last month's invasion. Alcohol as a coping mechanism is something she understands in a very abstract way.

Anyway, he could probably guess she's not exactly Paris Hilton.

[perfectcameo]

He'd share, because he already has a full one nearby, but she already has herself covered, with regard to beer.

"I'm not a fan," Logan commiserates, squinting towards a particular rowdy corner of the room in-- not disapproval, exactly. To be honest, it does sort of give the impression of a crowded dive bar with a more diverse assortment of people than usual as opposed to anything more sophisticated. Which is fine by him. No one is telling him he's doing this wrong; sitting here with a scowl and drinking solidly.

Less because of trauma, more because he actually has to pound through them for his body to notice he's doing anything to it, as usual. "You waiting on getting whatever it is you're getting?"

[23rd]

"Yes. I do not know what it could be." There's a long pause. "I don't have many things."

Any things, she means. Not really any sentimental knick-knacks, anyway, she doesn't place value on objects like that. Some clothes, piles of money stashed around that would be useless here. Maybe it will be her X-Force or Avengers Academy uniform, which is rather pointless since they're more or less a variation on the X-men uniform she arrived in.

She shrugs, like what can you do, a gesture that seems a little off on her given how stiff she is. "Have you received yours yet?"

She's curious what it could be. Not the dog tags, surely, that would be too obvious.

[perfectcameo]

Not the dog tags. Perhaps the gods anticipated he'd throw them out a window upon receiving them. (But perhaps they'd have been wrong. Remnants of his past are easier to reject in a world where he has a present and a future.)

The tube is picked up where he has it stashed just over here, and set down between them. Rather than guessing as to whether she'd go about opening it, he tells her as he raises his beer to sip from; "It's a map." Si-- pause. "Of Canada." Sip. The bottle is set back down. "For whatever good it's supposed to do me when I'm not on Earth, I guess."