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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

for ayse ♘ open to all

[thethingsidoforlove]

Thump.

A debt paid, presumably, as well as keeping the favour of the gods; Jaime deposits the strange book of magic onto the table without much in the way of ceremony. He would swear it's made of human hide, and after a brief if fascinated flick through, he's decided he doesn't care much to talk to whoever owns it. He is among those that leave their item for the taking, and after a brief scan over anything there that looks familiar or something intended for himself, he turns away.

He stands out, a little, for two reasons; he is big and brawny and blonde, with a possible gravitational field around his jaw. The other is his dress sense, which differs a little from the largely contemporary-Earth population. A loose shirt with ties at the cuffs, deerskin trousers, although the leather jacket, while simple, could be from any time. Jaime also goes armed, but for tonight, with only a knife.

He decides he will get a drink, and wait to see if his brother would grace the evening with his diminutive presence; perhaps, a little bit, for company too that aren't just the quasi-acquaintances of those that fight in the Arena.

[armida]

While she isn't particularly hostile toward Jaime, she's not particularly thrilled to have reason to speak to him again, and if she must, she's going to amuse herself in the process. She could keep this item for herself, she supposes, but what would she do with it?

She slides in next to him at the bar, holding, with one hand, the curious, modified limb she's been given.

"Fallen off any horses lately?" Ayse inquires, flippant. She sets the object down on the bar. "According to the rules of the swap, this belongs to you. Charming little accessory."

[thethingsidoforlove]

The beer comes in an uncapped bottle, and Jaime is, by now, used to those finer touches of modern innovation to not bat an eyelash - it's the taste that never fails to jar him. But he is not the only one in Baedal to find he brews foreign. By the time it's being slid over to him, Ayse is settling in, and she gets the glance of someone who recalls her in the blur of activity that was his arrival into the wider city.

"You know, I've managed to avoid it, simply to spite those who would see otherwise," he says, before he looks at the object without making a move to take it. "This? Perhaps you've misremembered my name, though I seem to recall yours."