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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

[nolimitation]

Olivia's been wandering the lounge for a little while now, not entirely sure what she's looking for. She's never been one to get attached to things. Moving so often as a child, it was best not to, and even better to not give her stepfather something she cared about that he could take from her. There's nothing she can think of that she really needs here. Things she'd like, yes - pictures of loved ones, reminders of the people she misses - but nothing that strikes her as something the gods would go out of their way to retrieve for her.

But she stops when she sees the token, frowning a little. She recognizes the maze-like pattern on it, even if the memory feels like it comes from someone else's life. "Can I see that?" she asks, gesturing to the object.

[heardmermaids]

"Of course," he replies brightly and hands over the token. "The woman who received this couldn't make it out tonight, so I offered to bring it for her."

[nolimitation]

"Thank you." She runs her thumb over the familiar pattern on one side, and then flips it over to see the inscription on the back: Robert Danzig. She smiles softly to herself at the sight of it; the emotions that go with the token are slower to return to her than the actual memory of it, but they do come, after a moment.

Her fingers tighten around the cord, and she glances back up at up at the man who'd handed it to her. "I think this is for me. Unless the friend who gave it to me is here, and I think he would have let me know by now if he were."