Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
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. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

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[wandandsickle]

Jones wanders by at some point, attracted by the sound of what must be a film playing, but even having a CiD with video functions, the idea of television is still something of a novelty to her. She idles in the back, craning her neck curiously over the heads of the other viewers.

"What picture is this?"

[gifted_hands]

Tadhg has slipped in rather quietly to the outskirts of the group around the tv, leaving him in a good position to note another newcomer. He offers the young woman a smile and then...stares for a few moments. This is not, mind you, a "checking the pretty lady out" stare. While it's just as intent, it doesn't linger in the same places.

He does come back to himself quickly enough, and he even caught her question. "It's called It's a Wonderful Life," he murmurs. Traditional Christmas film with Jimmy Stewart."

[wandandsickle]

"A Wonderful Life, A Wonderful Life..." She looks thoughtful. "What a shame. I must've missed it at the cinema. I have to say, this thing where you can play back whole films on those discs is quite the invention." In a way, she seems to be studying the associated electronics as much as she is the film.

"I don't believe we've met, have we?" she adds, after a distracted moment. "I'm Jones; you are...?"

[gifted_hands]

"Tadhg MacEibhir." With a small, thoughtful smile, Tadhg presses the spell-laden medallion under his shirt to his chest and whispers a word or two in Fae to activate a ward of inattention. The low-key spell will allow them to talk without disturbing nearby movie-watchers.

Once done, he offers a handshake, his smile shading towards apologetic. "I've been here almost two months, but I'm still getting used to the idea of magic being so public. It isn't where I come from."

[wandandsickle]

"It still surprises me a little bit too," Jones notes, with a laugh. "It's sort of a relief, really, being able to go about with magic without having to worry too much about the wrong kind of attention."

She tilts her head slightly, her expression momentarily unreadable before her smile returns. "I suppose this is a time of year for remembering home. Whereabouts are you from?"

[gifted_hands]

Tadhg suspects that the wrong kind of attention exists here in more subtle forms, but the young woman looks competent and capable enough to already know that. Besides, why be a downer at a party?

"Originally or before coming here?" he asks, mirroring her head-tilt. "Originally would be a small village in Connemara, Ireland, and most recently would be Santa Barbara, California." He pauses a moment. "On a planet called Earth, on the off chance you're not from there. And you?"