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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

[seeyaduke]

Ana Lewis wasn't cold, and she approached parties as rather serious business. It felt like they definitely needed a good party after the last several months. Her goal was to get as drunk as she could and find out who on earth was called Cinderella back home and why they had a princess crown that was real. The temptation was great to steal the diamonds, but after seeing what the gods could do, Ana was in no hurry to piss them off.

But it was a pretty tiara.

Belly upping to the bar and feeling a bit overdressed in her nude lace and leather, she ordered one of the shots, slammed it and then raised a finger for a second.

[fuckyouboots]

Cindy, for all it's worth to be curious, had checked the table of items to see if any of them had her name on it and came up with nothing. All she could do is shrug because if nothing was there for her, nothing was there for her. No use crying over lost items. It's not the first time she's come to a place emptyhanded (except for the stuffed chihuahua taking up the barstool next to her) and left the same way.

At the bar herself, she's nursing a bright red cocktail while twisting the paper of her straw into knots just to keep her hands busy until Wichita shows up. Her attention is quickly drawn to Ana who shows up and knocks back a drink like she hasn't drank in forever, which, for some reason, amuses Cindy beyond belief. "Where's the baby bro?"

[seeyaduke]

There was no way that tiara was going to be ending up on that table, if only for the simple reason that if it didn't end up in someone's hot little hands, then Ana was going to hold onto it for a while. Who knew when a tiara was going to come in handy after all, and having that much in stones was only a good investment.

If only it didn't come with that whole pesky hand of god thing.

With a grin and a look around, Ana shrugged. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere. I haven't seen him yet." With a gesture at the red drink, Ana called to the tender, "I'll have what she's having." Attention on Cindy once more, she grinned. "So, did you end up with anything interesting?"

[fuckyouboots]

"I don't think you can handle what I'm having." Of course any woman worth her salt could because Cindy's starting off slow tonight. The drink is fruity, heavy on the juice and light on the booze. All it needs is a little paper umbrella to complete the beginner drinker look.

With a nod to her right, Cindy points out the object she woke up to, placed neatly on her kitchen table. "My date over there. Rumor has it, he's a real dog."

[seeyaduke]

Ana chuckled and looked to the drink, smelling the juice in it. There was a little shrug coupled with a grin. Tonight was a night for just having fun and not thinking about anything. "I think you're right about the drink."

Eying the stuffed animal for a moment, Ana raised a brown. "I'm wondering if everything is kids; I've got a tiara for Cinderella."

[fuckyouboots]

Silently, Cindy sends up thanks for the centuries of spy training Bigby gave her because said training is the only reason why her face stays neutral at the mention of her full name. Somehow she isn't surprised that Baedal did this to her; of course it would. But she controls her identity, not these gods. She isn't about to handover information to Ana, sibling be damned.

She calmly takes a drink as she turns with mild interest towards Ana. "Probably something from a kid's party bag," Cindy says, playing it cool as ice. "Though the pooch's owner isn't much of one last time I checked. Let me see it?"

If it's the same tiara that she used to have back in the Homelands and pieces of it are missing, somebody's fingers are getting broken in places they didn't even know they had.

[seeyaduke]

"Not from a child's grab bag. I know my stuff. This is the real deal." Ana watched Cindy for a moment, and then she shrugged and looked around, keeping her voice low. "It's the reason I didn't dump it on the table. I didn't want someone to walk away with it and the gods being pissed off at me. I've got enough to deal with."

Also, there was the whole thing about having a diamond tiara around if someone didn't claim it.

After a moment, Ana reached into the bag and lifted the tiara carefully, holding it in a way that said that revered the expensiveness of it. Diamonds were a girl's best friend as the song went, and Ana loved them. "See?"

[fuckyouboots]

Well, Cindy loves those particular diamonds even more, so Ana better not have gotten too attached to them. She continues drinking, even going as far as to pull out a cigarette, lighting the end before eying the crown.

"I see and I want it because it's mine." She's not going to offer any explanations of the why or hows. No, Cindy is just going to demand what's hers and Ana can think whatever she wants. Fuck this shit.

[seeyaduke]

For a moment, Ana looked as if she was going to protest, but then her brain started to put several things together at once, pieces locking into the frame of what Cindy had said. Cindy... which was rather close to Cinderella. And then there was the whole bit about the gods being pissed off. If someone was going to deal with divine retribution, then it was always better not to be that person.

"Alrighty." The word was said quickly and with a little shrug. "Who am I to get in your way, Cinderella?" The tiara was offered quickly with a little grin.

[fuckyouboots]

"That's not my name," she replies flatly, not quite wanting to show her true emotions, as she takes the tiara in between her index finger and thumb. Nothing irritates her more than a Mundy throwing her name around. Actually, scratch that. Nothing irritaties her more than somebody knowing who she is and Cindy not having a say in it. "It was a gift with a private joke."

Perhaps she protest too much, but Cindy thinks she's protesting just enough to be believable.

[seeyaduke]

Ana believed her. She'd probably be pissed if people were calling her 'Cinderella' just because she was named 'Cindy.' Must have been a pain in the ass. "Did you punch the person who gave it to you?"