{ OPEN } catchall for the month

[aceso]

WHO: Christine, Ellana, Minka, Julian + OPEN!
WHAT: A catchall for the month.
WHEN: whenever in Wintermarch
WHERE: various locations in Kirkwall

I'm putting starters in comments so I have a header for each character and get comments only sent to them instead of getting double comment notifs.

Also, if you'd like to work out a wildcard option, PM me or send a private plurk to megoom and we can play around with ideas.

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[trashlife]

"Got a history of being an easy target, so I make myself not one now." She glances at him sidelong, finally paying attention to what he looks like. The scar's nothing; her face is covered in them. But she realizes the tattoo is familiar in a way. Maybe she heard it described once?

"You're that Legionnaire dwarf, ain't you?"

[ragweed]

"You're that Legionnaire dwarf, ain't you?"

Seems like he's got a bit of a reputation now; he'll have to pester Beleth later to make sure it's the right kind of reputation. Still, no point in denying it. He cracks a little grin and shrugs. "What gave it a way, huh?" he replies wryly.

"I'm Kit. You're Minka, right?"

[trashlife]

It's not that she's heard of him or his reputation at all; he introduced himself to her as such, and she figures he's the same. It's not like Legionnaire dwarves are a copper a dozen here.

"We already met. On the crystal things. So I know it's you." She pauses to check down the hall again. "Yeah. Minka. I'm gonna leave this place before anybody comes round."

[ragweed]

Well introducing oneself across a sending crystal is hardly the same as meeting face to face. Some of Kit's grin fades, but he's not going to keep the kid hanging around a place that makes her uncomfortable.

"Sure, all right," he allows, scratching the back of his neck, and glances down the hall again. "I think you're all right, though. No one's come screaming down the hall making any demands about burst jam jars yet."

[trashlife]

"Not yet," she agrees softly, eyes narrowed as she looks down the hall. She doesn't want to let down her guard. If she does -- if she gets comfortable -- then things will go to shit. They always do. But she can't disagree that it seems like no one is coming. This time.

"But if anyone does, you don't know nothing. 'Cause you don't. And I don't."