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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[betterthansubpoenas]

Kalinda oohs appreciatively. "Did you gather the sugar cane yourself?" she teases gently. "Job well done, Mister Shore." See? She remembers your name, Alan. That also slides very neatly into her next topic of conversation.

"Speaking of jobs... You wouldn't happen to have any work for an investigator, would you?" asked oh-so-slyly.

[alan_shore]

"Ah." Alan doesn't look disappointed by the conversational shift, merely unsurprised. What had been an interesting discussion has come to a thoroughly predictable conclusion, like a winding alley widening into a well-traveled main street.

With a theatricality that would put even a teenager to shame, he sighs. "If we must talk business," he says, resigned, "we'd better relocate to the bar."