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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

[23rd]

There are so many beers. So many.

"No." Well, points for honesty, although as ever with her it's not accompanied by the usual sulkiness of the average teenager. Just a statement of fact. "I do not enjoy... parties." She's not actually sure that that's what this technically is, but it is rapidly becoming something beyond a simple 'gathering' the more people are drinking. There's a lot of shots going around, which she supposes is most people's reaction to the trauma of last month's invasion. Alcohol as a coping mechanism is something she understands in a very abstract way.

Anyway, he could probably guess she's not exactly Paris Hilton.

[perfectcameo]

He'd share, because he already has a full one nearby, but she already has herself covered, with regard to beer.

"I'm not a fan," Logan commiserates, squinting towards a particular rowdy corner of the room in-- not disapproval, exactly. To be honest, it does sort of give the impression of a crowded dive bar with a more diverse assortment of people than usual as opposed to anything more sophisticated. Which is fine by him. No one is telling him he's doing this wrong; sitting here with a scowl and drinking solidly.

Less because of trauma, more because he actually has to pound through them for his body to notice he's doing anything to it, as usual. "You waiting on getting whatever it is you're getting?"

[23rd]

"Yes. I do not know what it could be." There's a long pause. "I don't have many things."

Any things, she means. Not really any sentimental knick-knacks, anyway, she doesn't place value on objects like that. Some clothes, piles of money stashed around that would be useless here. Maybe it will be her X-Force or Avengers Academy uniform, which is rather pointless since they're more or less a variation on the X-men uniform she arrived in.

She shrugs, like what can you do, a gesture that seems a little off on her given how stiff she is. "Have you received yours yet?"

She's curious what it could be. Not the dog tags, surely, that would be too obvious.

[perfectcameo]

Not the dog tags. Perhaps the gods anticipated he'd throw them out a window upon receiving them. (But perhaps they'd have been wrong. Remnants of his past are easier to reject in a world where he has a present and a future.)

The tube is picked up where he has it stashed just over here, and set down between them. Rather than guessing as to whether she'd go about opening it, he tells her as he raises his beer to sip from; "It's a map." Si-- pause. "Of Canada." Sip. The bottle is set back down. "For whatever good it's supposed to do me when I'm not on Earth, I guess."