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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

[andyoullmissit]

"No - I can understand that. It's not always about the place you sleep; it's about the place you live." She's often thought about all the people in Baedal for whom it's a prison - an interruption in a life that otherwise could have been lived normally. She can imagine it colors the place differently.

She doesn't want to dwell on the science experiments. Olivia doesn't seem like she'd be doing anything unethical, but you can't always tell that by looking, and Clarice doesn't really want to talk about the subject anyway.

Instead, she adds, "And I imagine work can be hard to translate here. I heard the career office is a weird experience."

[nolimitation]

Spend enough time with Walter Bishop and you start to forget most people might be unnerved by casual mention of weird science experiments. Were she actually considering it, she certainly couldn't blame Blink for being a little unsettled by the subject - if Olivia weren't knee-deep in the whole thing, she might be unsettled by it too, considering her past.

Olivia smiles a little wryly at Blink's comment and nods. "It definitely was. Though maybe that's just because I've never really had to look for a job. I always knew what I wanted to be, since I was a little kid..."

[andyoullmissit]

"Really?" That's a little easier, and Blink grabs their drinks so they can move down a few seats, where it's not quite so much in the way of people trying to get the bartender's attention. "A scientist, or anything particular?"

[nolimitation]

Olivia follows her, laughing softly and shaking her head at the question. "No, not a scientist at all, I just... stumbled into working with them. I'm actually in the FBI, and I was a Marine before that. My dad was too, and when I was little I always wanted to grow up to be just like him."

There's more than that, of course, motivations a lot less normal and healthy, but that's not the sort of thing you go telling to a stranger.

"What about you? What do you do?"

[andyoullmissit]

"Oh, um. Where I'm from, most people don't really have... jobs, in the conventional sense. I'm a soldier, I guess, or I was." She sips at her drink. "I'm in the foghunters' guild, here, though, which I suppose is a job. It pays the bills, anyway."