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.

Comments

[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?"