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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

[martyrdomoption]

Mitchell wants two seconds: one for himself, and one to make sure how Hasi's doing. He's not surprised to find her in the alleyway because she always seems to sneak these quiet little moments to herself even when things are, generally, okay (it had been the courtyard last time). That's when he approaches her, when he can be sure he gets her all to himself.

He sidles up --no rota in his hands, but no item of his own either-- and kisses her cheek before leaning his back to the wall next to her.

"It would be good to have something like this without some sort of crisis going on beforehand," he reflects as he settles. "Everyone probably needs the cheering up but it'd be nice to do it when we all don't feel like shit."

There's an empty little chuckle at the tail end of that that's not completely at ease with the whole situation. He's well aware just how he contributed to how everyone feels, and he's not likely to forget it any time soon.

[norea]

Hasibe is pleased he's there--it shows in the quiet display of warmth, how she sidles closer against his side. Still she's not quite sure where they stand with each other in terms of official titles, but that's not so important--they've been through quite a lot, and it's a bonding experience. One that means when he speaks, she listens, smile curving in sympathy.

"Maybe I'll have to throw something together at some point," she says, speculatively, "I keep looking at new houses--a sort of final one to settle in--and everyone likes house-warming parties, don't they?"

The beach house is nice, but it'll only do for a while. She'll fix it up a bit, sell it for a higher profit, and buy herself something that really suits her tastes for the long haul.

[martyrdomoption]

"Of course they do. How else are you meant to get a dusty bottle of cheap wine that never gets drunk but always sits at the back of your cupboard? Oh, and house plants." Treasures indeed.

"Seen anywhere in particular?" He leans his head in towards hers until they touch. "Or anywhere that needs exploring?"

There's a hopeful note to his voice that's only partially out of humour (considering how last time went).

[norea]

That gets a grin, the first real mega-kilowatt Hasibe smile of the evening that's completely true. It's hard to forget how things went last time they looked for 'real estate'--that was quite a revealing day, in multiple ways.

"I have a place in mind," she says, sounding just a touch mischievous, "although it's likely to make you tease me about being spoiled."

Deservedly.

[martyrdomoption]

"Smaller or bigger than Buckingham palace?" It begins. "And do I get my own guest wing?"

He's glad to see her smiling, though, and meets it with one of his own. It's accompanied by tactile little gestures --fingers reaching to trace and link with hers, thumb brushing the back of her hand, eyes full of mischief as he turns on his side to look at her more.

He's glad for moments like these.