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WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
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"Oi, Dunn! Don't think I don't see you there, friend. You keep standing there, I'm chucking you on the next roof to push down the snow." He is a large, cheerful presence, nonthreatening in a way that is perhaps a bit pointed. "Mornin', Porter. Hell of a storm, eh. How's the missus?"
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She glances in his direction.
"You seem to have your fair share of friends in Kirkwall. Have you been with Riftwatch long?"
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"Nah, some of them gawkers are just trouble makers," Noon says easily, "But I been around Kirkwall not yet ten year now. Used to sell game in Lowtown. Did some escort and scout work for the Hightown types before that. Just signed up with Riftwatch not too long ago.
You?"