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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

[norea]

Of course he isn't giving it back. She shakes her head, smile broadening despite herself; it's not a good idea to test the gods, she's sure, but he's going to do what he wants regardless, and it's not like he needs her advice on the matter. She holds her own cigarette between two fingers, fixing Deacon with a mildly curious look.

"Educational, huh?" Books are a weakness of hers (maybe it's a species thing), so she can't quite resist further inquiries. "What's it on?"

[fuckin_thirsty]

"It's an origin story." Deacon moves around, finding a patch of wall to lean against and putting himself closer to her. "Not mine, probably, but someone's. Tedious, so I'm not finished." Which, you know. Doesn't mean he's going to keep it, necessarily.

He's certainly going to find who it belongs to. "You're looking good, by the way." His tone implies the all things considered as opposed to naked flattery.

[norea]

"Kind of an odd choice for the gods," she comments, though she hardly believes it's some coming-of-age tale that he's got his hands on--if he's not just turning it over with a readiness, it's probably something more interesting. Hasi lets that interest show, rather deliberately, though if it's some absurd spellbook she's pretty sure sooner or later the grapevine will reach her.

The compliment gets a broadening of her smile, her normally-steady gaze dropping for a half-second. "I try. I haven't been out in an age, for obvious reasons...but I might have to drop by yours soon."

It's weird to make Gutters her home-base club (aside from the one she works at), but she doesn't care.

"You didn't get too much damage, did you?" There's nary a trace of guilt in her tone, but mentally, she's pretty aware that any theoretical damage would be her own fault. Hasi wonders how much, if anything, he knows, if Mitchell told him much.

[fuckin_thirsty]

Not Mitchell, maybe, but Ilde gave him enough to go on for there to be knowledge in the way he looks at her when they navigate this topic. "Just a horde of flesh eating demons throwing themselves at the front door," he says, scarred eyebrow raising. "I dunno if they were after us, or our supply," as it were, "but that was about as exciting as it got.

"We're open for business, anyway."