Friday Flash Thread DE

[bjornwilde]

It’s the end of another App cycle and things have been kind of quiet anyway, so let’s do a flash thread meme today. Concept is much like speed dating but with a quick thread between pups instead of anything aiming for romance. 

Steps:
1-Tag in with a pup journal
2-Look for other pups you’ve maybe thought about tagging or just go for it
3-Tag back and forth (assuming both parties are willing) for at least 5 tags each
4-End the thread if you wish or continue
5-All threads are off the record

Since these are off the record, why don’t we open it to any pup you’d like to play with. 

(ETA: And let's leave this open until Monday as well.)

Comments

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's at the counter with a caf and a datapad muttering quiet curses as he's seeing the trouble a high placed traitor caused.

[carpe_deos]

Elayne is sipping from her tequila when she hears the cursing and looks over.

"I thought the advantage of having a bar outside of time was so you could take a break from things within your reality."

[childofrebellion]

He looks up at her with a frown, "A break but also time to work without worrying about certain kinds of disturbances."

[carpe_deos]

She does something that some people might consider a smile, or at least the corners of her lips do. It's debatable if it reaches her eyes; though she does project an aura of friendliness.

"Ah, one of those days?" She's been one to bring work here before and taken advance of note having to worry about it being seen.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, though I've gotten some answers about past problems which creates new ones,"

And he can tell that the ripples of what happened aren't going to stop for a while.

[carpe_deos]

"Problems do have a way of multiplying don't they? I at least hope you have some control over them?"

She takes another sip of the tequila.

[childofrebellion]

"Not as much as I'd like," Control is always difficult to find in terms of the larger issues with the Empire.

[carpe_deos]

"My advice then, is to survive them. Once you've managed that, you can overcome them."

[childofrebellion]

He half smiles with a nod, "I'm good at surviving."

[carpe_deos]

She gives a more revealing smile and swirls her glass around.

"Good. Live long enough, and you'll bury those problems."

Of course, new ones will come to replace them, but still.

[childofrebellion]

Long enough has him giving her a thoughtful look as he knows age isn't obvious here and he doesn't expect to have a long life, "I'd like to."

[carpe_deos]

An older looking business woman is sitting at the bar with a plate of fried paradoxes and a glass of very expensive looking tequila, watching an interesting game on the screen*.

[* link is to a youtube vid of people playing tlachtli, an Aztec game kind of like basketball. While canon has the Aztec parallel playing a game called ullamal, I'm using this as a reference.]

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber's just chilling at the bar with a beer and a beaten-up newspaper, reading to himself.

[munnin]

Georgie, sporting a stiff scotch, spots the newspaper. "Excuse me, dear boy? May I see that when you're done?

[quick_clean_pure]

Gzraverobber glances at him and shrugs before folding it up and forking it over. "Sure, no problem," he says, before pulling out another issue of the same paper, just as battered as the previous one, from his coat pocket. "It's from my world, though, so I'm not sure how relevant it'll be."

[munnin]

"Ah, then it shall be a relief from the news of my own time." He smiles, his accent soft but smartly British - educated and well bred. "Thank you."

[quick_clean_pure]

"No problem," he says. "I'm not sure it'll be much relief, but it'll be different. Things that bad where you're from?"

[munnin]

"My ah... family alas, have found themselves rather at the mercy of the press of late."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Ahhhh, okay then," he says. "Yeah, that'll do it. That's gotta suck. Well, then, I'll definitely give you that, papers from my spot of the universe probably won't be running you guys ragged."

[munnin]

"It's always refreshing to hear news not about one's family." Georgie nods his thanks, touching his forehead with the paper before heading to a quiet corner to read.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi is coming out of the kitchen with a tray of fresh cookies.

[royal_dis]

There is a dwarf lady sitting by the fireplace tonight, pale and dark-haired, her jawline defined by soft beard; she watches people with shrewd blue-grey eyes while making very fine chain-mail as casually as a human would be knitting.

She turns her head when Bodhi comes in.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi offer her a smile. "Hungry?" he asks, being the tray over.

[royal_dis]

"Luckily, not," she says, "but I could eat, especially as your cookies smell exceptionally good."

She bows her head, and takes one.

[imthepilot]

"Take as many as you like. I always tend to bake too many." He shrugs. "I'm Bodhi."

[royal_dis]

She stands, and bows.

"Dís, at your service."

She is considerably shorter than he, not even five feet high.

[imthepilot]

He bows back. "Nice to meet you." A little ginger and white kitten comes trotting over, mewing for a treat. "And that's Kyber."

[royal_dis]

"It's a cat!" she says, smiling at the little animal. "You are welcome, little one, but please don't try to steal my links. The cats at home always did that -- do that, I should say."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi puts the cookies down to fetch some treats to distract Kyber with. "He's a little monster for shiny things. You have cats at home?"

[royal_dis]

"We have cats in the Mountain," she says. "What with the kitchens in the middle levels, we need to have some recourse against pests. The cats roam free, and they do get into the 'shiny things' at times. Our core business is making those."

She gestures at the growing piece of chain mail with her half-eaten cookie.

[imthepilot]

"That's what they're bred for where Kyber's from. For keeping down pests. But for company too. He kind of adopted me."

He cranes to look at the chain mail she's making. "What's it for? If you don't mind me asking?"

[royal_dis]

"There is never too much chain mail," she says. "These are pieces to be used on a suit of armour a friend of mine makes, for the son of our human neighbour as he comes of age."

I keep coming back to to this guy but I still haven't apped him

[munnin]

Georgie comes in and lowers himself into a bar-stool, less than gracefully. It's been a bad day and all he wants is a good stiff drink.

Re: I keep coming back to to this guy but I still haven't apped him

[lets_get_stabby]

"You have the look my friend Valeros has when we've been fighting all day and he just spots a tavern."

The matter of fact and yet lighthearted statement comes from a pale person who is obviously not human, though potentially female; assuming mammalian anatomy applies to her species.

[munnin]

Georgie does his very best not to be startled by the young... lady's? appearance. After all, it takes all kinds to make up the world. "I can't claim to have been doing anything as noble as fighting. Just a very long day." He gestures to the bar, "Can I buy you a drink? Few situations can't be made better by the application of some good scotch."

[royal_dis]

There is a dwarf lady sitting by the fireplace tonight, pale and dark-haired, her jawline defined by soft beard; she watches people with shrewd blue-grey eyes while making very fine chain-mail as casually as a human would be knitting.


[[OOC: She has been bugging me recently, but luckily, the apping period is over for the moment, so I have another month to consider, despite having caved now, and made her an account.]]