baedalites: (Default)
baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-04-14 06:15 pm

Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

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.
deservesadaisy: (listening)

[personal profile] deservesadaisy 2012-04-25 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No one like us, not from home. There's someone Mitchell knows." He hasn't met Nina in person, but her original transmission was video, and that rules out that.

Ivan tries to evaluate Hal's mood, and finally says, "We should talk, soon. Somewhere less public."
incaptivity: (self-conceit.)

[personal profile] incaptivity 2012-04-28 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
That answer is not much comfort. It's difficult to imagine Mr. Snow being here without Ivan's knowledge, but it's not impossible, either. Once again, he's certain of nothing, and it's not helping put him at ease.

"You can find me at the Inn." It's only a little less public, but for the moment it's Hal's home turf—and considering the one or two things he can guess that they might need to talk about privately, he'd rather do it somewhere he's comfortable. "Until then," with a small nod, gathering up his folder and his glass once more.