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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.

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[requiresssacrifice]

Rex opens his mouth, about to inform Penelope of his name, because he's so helpful like that, but he quickly shuts it again when she makes it quite clear that his name is pretty low on her list of priorities. Like. So low it's not even on the list.

Well. Cute Nurse isn't a terrible nickname, at least.

He watches her try the box, secretly relieved that Ana was able to lock the damn thing again. Whatever's in there is certainly important to some degree. Sentimental value, perhaps? He's not quite sure, and, idle curiosity aside, he isn't too concerned with finding out-- mainly because the contents themselves didn't interest him too much. Drawings and junk, far as he could tell. Rex takes a sip of his beer, relaxing now that his duty for the evening is done.

"Something you were missing?" he asks. "I guess the gods aren't all bad."

[meanwhileback]

"Not exactly, but I'm fucking thrilled it's here!" That may be the first smile since she got back to Baedal! Well, what passes for a smile for Penelope, anyway. "About eleven months worth of designs and a shitload of components that are pretty much priceless here, so, you know. I might be broke at the moment but. I mean, with the stuff in this box, I won't be for long. So."

There's a somewhat contemplative pause while she drinks her beer. She knows she just told her new drinking buddy and anyone within eavesdropping distance that the contents of her box are extremely valuable, but one thing Penelope has gained since arriving back in town, for better or worse, is an extreme lack of giving a shit about just about anything anymore. If anyone chose to make a move on her box at the moment, they'd find it shoved somewhere very unpleasant before they knew what was going on.

"I mean I'm still stuck here, but you know. Small victories. What about you, you found your 'gift from the gods' yet?"

ignore the earlier narrative mention of him not having his gift. HIS TIMELINE HAS SHIFTED

[requiresssacrifice]

In a weird way, the enthusiasm's infectious. Rex hadn't expected to come here and actually make somebody happy with the box of stuff, and he certainly didn't expect to actually smile about it. But, well, his own gift from the gods, currently resting on the floor between his feet (he's making sure it's touching at least one body part at all times until he can get it home safely), has him in a good mood to begin with. He can certainly relate to how Penelope's feeling right now.

"Yeah. It's--" A syringe full of microscopic, mind controlling robots. "--an old project of mine." Rex grins. "Geeky egghead stuff." And absolutely priceless. The only way Rex is parting with those nanomites is if somebody pays him enough to produce more of them-- which, in Baedal, is pretty much impossible.

"So, you're just going to sell everything?"

[meanwhileback]

See, that glee over the unrepentant nerdiosity of his swap gift is exactly the reason Penelope gave Rex that stupid nickname in the first place.

"No, what I am going to do," and she pauses here to drink beer, which is clearly more important than speaking, "is replicate my designs and sell those, effectively restarting my formerly-thriving business and saving me the time and effort of having to come up with a year's worth of shit again, and making it so that I have to spend as little time mooching off of Ilde as possible. I mean I love the woman and everything but jesus christ does my cat hate her boyfriend."

Angus, the cat in question, is irrationally attached to poor Ilde, and a notorious hater of those of the unfortunately male persuasion. He is, also, a bloodsucking vampire fiend, although a dapper one, so Penelope feels his kitteny dislike is justified.

"I miss my old place, but it was too big for just me. I'm looking for a smaller apartment this time, I think. Christ, I might have to get a roommate." Be afraid, Baedal.