Oh, I can get in a game, don't have a dime.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

Who: Njoki & an assortment of folks. Maybe you?
What: Stopping by the apartment in Mafaton
Where: We really need a snappy name for their place, don't we?
When: Veerdi, the second of Velldaren.
Notes: C'mon in. If you've questions, I'll be on AIM and plurk.

Njoki and Pickman's apartment is starting to look properly lived in. That odd, too open feeling of a new flat is slowly fading as Njoki puts up shelves, brings in fresh flowers, as Pickman's studio/attic fills with paint, and they've even got a guest in the spare room. She'd only briefly had the chance to meet West before getting called out on a long, messy, and rather more complicated than intended call, but he seemed like a reasonable enough man that she wasn't concerned about him staying.

While she may be one of the only undead specialized healers in town, it takes time for a business such as hers to get established and for a positive reputation to spread. It also takes time to find suitable suppliers for candles, doves, and the more esoteric items she needs, but even so, the shelves in the front room are filling with little, neatly labelled bottles of Florida water, bone meal, floor washes, and powders of all colours. The windows are usually open and the room itself smells faintly of citrus and drying herbs.

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[hwest.livejournal.com]

West follows her into the kitchen and unloads the contents of a small grocery bag into the fridge, in an ordered fashion, but not overly so. Nothing fancy, just things to make quick sandwiches.

"We did not." He turns back to face her. "I also didn't have a chance to thank you for the room, on short notice."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"I'm Ki and it's no trouble. It's not great, but we've the space and you're a buddy of Pickman's, right?" Once his groceries are put away, she'll offer to shake hands. "You're welcome to eat whatever's in here, too. If I'm using it for work, like the bullock hearts, that'll be labelled."

[hwest.livejournal.com]

"Ki. You can call me Herbert." He accepts the handshake, nothing especially noteworthy about it. He sounds as if he may be a little awkward, picking out the best words to come across favorably, but not quite so good with choosing his tone, but he doesn't shy away from a handshake.

"Yes, from college. He's changed a little." His eyebrows go up, and he might be joking about this being pretty damn obvious, but he's also not reacting badly to it, and trying to convey that. Because, really, he would just like to learn more. As much as he can. In fact, the hearts will make an excellent excuse to begin being curious.

"He mentioned your work. That's outside of my experience. What are they for?"

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Courage. I'm going to dry them out, grind them up, and use the powder for hands -- those are like little bags of things that support certain spells or intentions." Even though neither of them can actually see what she's pointing at, Njoki motions down the hallway, "When you came in, there's a couple nailed above the doorway. Keeps the riff-raff out."

[hwest.livejournal.com]

"Is that an inherent property of the items placed together, or do you have an ability that causes them to have that effect?" A small pause, and he glances off but keeps his attention on her. "Is that often a problem, here? Or is it for the peace of mind of your clients?"