multiversallogs | OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!

St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal, at least as holidays go. It passes more or less unnoticed by the majority of the population as many of them feel it doesn't concern them. It's not their holiday; it's for the others. Those with severed ties and broken hearts. The temple and church preach that it's a time for reflection or for glorifying the generosity of the gods. It's one of the few days on which no one looks askance at first generation Citizens mourning their missing loved ones publicly.

As night rolls around and floating lanterns are set to sea, the Apache in Mog Hill prepares to accept guests from the newer cohorts. It's something that happens every year, making it a practical tradition. The alcohol will be cheaper for first timers, and the music will be kept at a reasonable level.

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Kalinda's amused by the way they've easily segued into talk of investigative techniques. She's judged well, she sees. "Money just works better," she assures. "Personality still goes a long way. If you're strapped for cash, you can still manage all right."

Dark eyes scan the water again for a moment as if she's trying to pick out her own boat amidst its identical cousins. What she does is make a decision, and whether she spots it or not, she turns back with an amiable smile. "Can I buy you a drink, Stephanie? Or a soda. You know, whatever you prefer. I still have a meeting to get to tonight, but I have some time to kill."

"Good to know, being a librarian's assistant doesn't pay well," She has other ways of making money, but they're not exactly legal and she prefers to leave them as a last resort (like getting a downpayment for an apartment).

Steph waits patiently; she's getting better at that. The offer of a drink isn't too shocking, but it's nice anyway, and she smiles, "I'd like that. I promise not to keep you from your meeting."

She might say don't worry, I wouldn't let you, and it'd be true, but also a little too blunt considering she's just asked her for drinks. Instead, she offers her arm and a smile. "Why don't you tell me the craziest thing you've done for a thrill?"

Steph laughs as she links her arm through Kalinda's, "My friend and I stole one of those really old transport planes, that open up out the back, you know?" She pauses, more for dramatic effect than waiting for an answer, "And I jumped out of it with a twenty year old parachute strapped to my back."

Steph has a lot of fascinating stories to tell, as long as she cuts out all the Batgirl parts.

OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

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Would you like to fade out here and say they continue smalltalk and exchange numbers?

I'm good with that!