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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

[theworstmagician]

Marty's well into his drinking by the time the young, dark-haired girl gapes at his snow globe. At first, he's wondering where she came from-- how long had she been sitting there? Did she materialize? Her arrival not one minute ago just went riiiiight past him.

"Huh?"

Oh, right. She had a question.

"You better believe this is a gift from the gods," he slurs, snickering, motioning to his awesome bod. Then, Marty slaps his forehead and lets out an "Oh!"

"You mean this? Yeah, can you believe it? Some sucker's going home with a broken... thingie..."

[catiana]

Tatiana arches her eyebrows eyebrow, smirking at him. Yeah, he's a package of something, all right.

The amusement fades as her eyes drop again to the little globe.

"I guess someone would think that, yeah."

[theworstmagician]

The amusement-- and sudden lack thereof-- goes right past him. It's not even that Marty's too drunk to notice (although that's certainly an influencing factor). There's just a certain level of self-absorption that he maintains at a baseline, one that keeps him oblivious to others' feelings unless they're blatant about them. As it is, he just goes on like he didn't say something potentially rude.

"I just hope they don't expect me to like, buy them a new one." He snorts. "Because it came like this. You know? I didn't break it."

[catiana]

Tatiana slowly shakes her head, eyes still fixated on the snowglobe. On the flood of memories it brings, good and bad. "Nah. Part of the charm, you know?"

Charm. There's a word.