Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

[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

[diogenesis]

“Unfortunate but true,” Mycroft laments with dry good humor. “In London, at least, the people seem content to ignore you back.”

This is Mycroft's version of city pride.

[rhinemaid]

“I have a lot of family there, but I never really saw the appeal. Guildhall, obviously.” But her plan had never involved living in London, no; her uncle wouldn't mind letting her stay with him while she studied, and then after that...somewhere. Home to Florence, maybe. She could always just ask Jae what it is that she's up to in his version of events--

--but she'd rather not.

[diogenesis]

Mycroft nods. It's easy for him to picture Ilde as a young student attending the renowned performing arts school, breezing through classes on account of her exceptional talent.

He realizes this is a largely uninformed vision; there's no way for him to know what Ilde's relationship with the educational system was like when she was at home. The fact that she acts as a teacher in Baedal suggests that she feels a certain degree of comfort with the subject of education, but there's no way to know for sure. Mycroft knows that most people assume he'd had an easy time of it as well, and they couldn't be farther from the truth.

“I'm afraid I took the predictable route and went to Oxford,” he says, more sure than not that Ilde will have already guessed that or Cambridge. He thinks of a few things he could say to her about Oxford, about uni in general, but in the end, he leaves it at that.