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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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It's an explanation that works. Even if it's not detailed, it's one that works coming from somebody that isn't the subject of the conversations. If Babs chooses to tell Angela such a painful secret, Angela will appreciate it. If she doesn't, it doesn't matter. She'll still appreciate Babs for being Babs.

Angela shakes her head in reply. "Not if it'll upset her." She's never seen the bad side of Babs, but maybe Steph has. "I'm not sure how she'll react to something from her past."

"I think--"

She remembers Babs looking at her costume in a case, in the Cave and how sad she looked. But it was an old kind of sadness, the type that never really goes away but isn't neccesarily bad, just a reminder of a life lived.

"She should have it. It belongs to her." Decision made, Steph feels better about the situation and she manages to look back at Angela, "I can take it to her, if you don't want to."

"Can you?" Angela isn't the type to shy away from things like this, but maybe it'll go down smoother coming from another Batgirl, especially one that knows Babs well. Her face brightens at the idea of Steph doing it, not brighten as if this is an exciting subject, but at Steph probably being a better person to handle this. "I'd appreciate it."

"Yeah, of course," She gives Angela a smile, gentle and understanding because she knows she wouldn't really want to do this either. She doesn't really want to do it, honestly, but like Angela, she realizes it might be better coming from her.

"Are you upset at her for not telling you about this?" It might seem to come a bit out of left field, but it's something that comes up a lot in the vigilante business.

"No, why would I be?" The notion that anybody would be mad over something like this boggles Angela's mind. Babs did what she had to do, for the good her city. That she didn't tell Angela, even if Angela's curious, was her right.

"Everybody has their secrets. This was just hers, I think," she continues thoughtfully, still fiddling with the bag. "Also, she was doing what was right. How could I be mad at that?"

Steph gives a one shouldered shrug, her expression wry, "Some people get annoyed when we keep secrets like this."

Her own experience was kind of the opposite - in the fact that she knew Robin but not the boy behind that, and the stress in their relationship often came from that. Steph's never been close enough to anyone who wasn't a vigilante to worry about, and her mom was only angry because she was worried Steph would get hurt.

"I'm glad you aren't. You should talk to her about this, though. I don't have to tell her who this was initially given to, but she should know that you know."

That sentence got away from her a little.

"Some people are idiots," Angela says with a comforting smile and without a bit of sarcasm. "And I think I'll wait for her to come to me about it." It's not lying or like she's pretending to not know. It's just her sitting on the large elephant in the room until Babs is ready to tell her to get off it. She's going to leave the bat-shaped ball in Babs' court and if Babs feels like telling her about it, Angela will be right there listening.

Angela falls back into her chair and begins people watching. "You're a sweetheart. Has anybody told you that?"

"She will," Babs might like to keep secrets (Oracle has to) but Steph knows her well enough to know she'll want to talk to Angela about this. It might even be good for Babs to talk about it without someone on the outside of it all.

That comment gets a smile out of Steph, "I don't think if anyone's ever put it like that, but it's been implied." There's an easy edge of joking in her tone, but it's - nice to hear.

"I stink at implications." Which is true of Angela, she of the no mouth filter. "And let me be the first to put it that way."

"I can sympathize with that," Steph isn't exactly great at it either. She's getting better at being gentle with her words, "But thanks."

"Have you got your gift yet?" She hasn't had a chance to go loking for hers yet, but Angela might have.

Angela shakes her head before checking her watch to see how much time is left on this party. A few more hours. The night's still young. "I checked the table earlier and I didn't see anything. I guess whoever has it hasn't shown up yet. What about yours?"

"Nothing on the table looked like it could belong to me, but a few people are holding on to things. I just can't really haul this around," With a gesture at the wooden box on the table.

Peering at the box, Angela leans into Steph looking mischievous as ever. "What's in it?"

"I'd tell you if I knew. I tried to pick the lock and I think I heard it mkde a weird noise at me," And she'd promptly put her lock picking kit away.

"A what?" And suddenly Angela scoots a little farther away from the Steph and the box. Boxes that make noise when poked have never ended well for Angela. "Growly? Angry? If you open me I will bite your hand off-y?"

"Something like that," Steph is a little amused by the whole ordeal, but there's an edge of worry, too - she has to give this to someone, after all.

"I just think it doesn't want me to open it."

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