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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

[phreak]

Maybe she'll convince him to try some of her drink?

"Charles!" Alter beams and strikes a suitable, tiara-wearing pose. She's quite sure that her new headgear matches her jelly bracelets and will defy anyone to tell her otherwise. "And, I am totally fine with a touch of worship, unless this beauty is yours?"

[cerebral]

He would probably be delighted to!

"It's mi --well, it originally belonged to my great-aunt Margaret but it's been passed about for various occasions, and since I'm the heir apparent--" Someone's burbling excitedly. "My mother wore it when she married my father. I've looked at photo so many times, I'd know it anywhere."

Although he doesn't look like he quite believes it.

[phreak]

"Then it's all yours and the case it came in, too," she says, carefully lifting it off her head and fluffing her hair back out. "Kneel and be coronated? Is that how it works?"

[cerebral]

He laughs, and kneels, playing along. "Something like that." He is exceptionally giddy right now and doesn't care about how ridiculous this looks --plus he'll probably take if off in a minute.

[phreak]

Looking far too pleased with herself, Alter straightens out her posture and smooths over Charles' hair before lowering the tiara and tapping each shoulder with her hand before gesturing that he is welcome to stand.

"Rise and feel truly noble, O Charles the Pretty Great. What will be your first edict, my liege?"

[cerebral]

On standing, he pulls Alter into a hug. "You have made me the happiest man in Baedal," he says, pulling back with a grin and taking the tiara off his head to really examine it. He's positively breathless with excitement.

"Well --you and possibly Shada." The only one of the Twelve Point Divinity he 'worships' (it's in his contract) and she is the Goddess of caretakers, after all. Which is exactly what the proceeds of auctioning the tiara will go towards --taking care of people. "But I'll work on your thank you first. Can I buy you another drink? Get you anything at all?"

[phreak]

Alter is surprised by the hug, but she's willing to go along with it. Up close, there's a sort of strange, fuzzy charge that runs along her skin, almost like static electricity. It faint enough that it might not be anything at all, but there are little flutters and spikes that feel almost like shocks. If you couldn't already guess, PopRocks are her favourite candy.

"Good company to keep, I say, and I would love a drink. Have you had one of these? They're terrible."

[cerebral]

When he does feel it, he only thinks on it for a moment --he'd realised Alter wasn't human as soon as they'd met, and it's not his place to pry. He pulls back with a smile and examine the contents of her glass.

"I have not. Should I order two of them?"