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

[rhinemaid]

Here seems good, so -- they sit, and Ilde finally lets go if only because they'll need both hands each to navigate chairs, drinks and not flashing the bar. (The length of her dress means her stockings and garters are partly visible when she sits down regardless, but hey.)

"I thought I saw you at the Vault, but it was as I was leaving--" and she was pretty drunk, at that point, being bundled off by Ivan.

[manipulativni]

"I was there for a while, yes," she confirms, nodding before she takes a sip of her wine. "I didn't stay for as long as I could have, but it was quite an interesting place. I'll have to go back one of these days." When she feels like being social again, but one step at a time.

[rhinemaid]

"A friend of mine - Hasi - performs there, so." A beat later, "A friend from home, sort of." From a different version of home, but close enough that she can just not think about it most of the time. (It's disturbing to dwell on the notion of what she could've been like, without-- everything else.)

[manipulativni]

Katherine nods. "I've spoken to her several times." She tilts her head curiously, she doesn't recall either woman mentioning that they knew each other; but then again she hasn't been doing much on the network aside from observing lately. "How do you mean, 'sort of'?"

[rhinemaid]

"We're from different 'timelines', I guess," she says, a little more brittle than she intends; for all that she's as focused as ever (maybe moreso), her gaze keeps wandering when she's talking and Katherine isn't. Some of the time she's finding Ivan - keeping him in view - and some of the time she just seems anxious, somehow, controlled but unsteady beneath that. "Diverged about half a decade ago, but we know each other the same way."

Close enough.