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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.
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[personal profile] walkinemptylands 2012-05-16 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh that's just great. That's just great-- he had to think back thousands of years ago, to another lifetime, when his memories of this place weren't even that clear. There's a beat of silence as he considers what he can remember of the Guild Hall, the missions, the offices--

Their desks.

"There's a picture on your desk. An old black and white one. You were just a baby, I think? Small, anyway. And you were surrounded by soldiers, and your father."
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[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-05-17 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
There are only a few people outside the guild who know about the picture. Certainly no one who would just blab about it to a newly-arrived stranger, no matter how familiar his face may be. It's good enough proof for Hellboy.

"Well, son of a gun," he says, with his terrible smile. "How the hell are you?" He steps back out of Brian's space to get a better look at him, then picks up the dagger and presents it on the palm of his mighty right hand. "Guess I get to give this to you, then. Again."