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[felinemystique]

Characters: Bastet (felinemystique) and OPEN
Date/Time: Thursday, October 2, from about 9-4
Location: Clothing stall, The Marketplace
Rating: PG-13 for likely language
Summary: Because your character always wanted to know what she wasn't saying.

(ooc: As we've done before, let's say each thread is a different meeting, and you can mark what time it is in the

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[crossroaddeal]

McQueen had been enjoying easy dropping on people's awkward conversations today and reading their bubbles. And he had successfully dodge any sort of these situations so far, mostly by spending all of his time fixing his house.

He walked through the market, taking a break, seeing how it looked after all the repairs, when he spotted Bastet and her stall. He hadn't talked to her since that day she barged into Want and Drake's bathroom, where he had been sleeping. When his eyes fell upon her he couldn't help but glare a bit. When girls ganged up, it always ticked him off.

No matter how much he knew that it was probably a bad idea, he couldn't seem to stop himself from walking over, and giving her a nod.

around 2-ish

[felinemystique]

Bastet blinked as McQueen came over to the stall. "Hey, you," she said mildly. "I'm surprised to see you here." The bubble over her head merely repeated her words--she was surprised to see him voluntarily visit her after their argument. She had no further issue with him, but she could understand if he still had one with her. She supposed he'd make it clear one way or the other.

Re: around 2-ish

[crossroaddeal]

McQueen just kept nodding. "Yeah," he said finally. One hand in his pocket, the other caught up in a sling.

(I don't know why I walked over here.)

McQueen couldn't help but crack a smile at the bubble. God, he loved this. It would make for some really interesting interactions with people.

"I have a shirt and jacket with a giant hole in it," his voice was flat and unexpressive when he referred to the shirts that he had been wearing in the hurricane.

(I really don't know why I am here.)

[felinemystique]

Bastet watched him nod, still bemused. "All right," she said calmly, standing up. He didn't know why he was there? Well, that made two of them. "You like dark colors, right? I'm pretty sure I remember your size."

I can wait for you to figure it out.

She went further into the stall, finding a dark gray, long-sleeved t-shirt that looked like it would fit him. "How's this?" she asked, laying the shirt on the counter. The bubble once again repeated her words--no hidden meanings here.

4:15pm

[moonlit_mirage]

Crow had purchased some sesame balls on his way out from the bookstore. Truth be told there were things he did not want people to know at all, and for a while he'd found the idea of just staying locked away appealing. But finding out he was already dead had lessened his tension, relaxed him in some ways--that combined with the fact that the bubbles only 'translated' if you didn't say everything you meant to say, and he was rapidly adapting a way to speak and stay silent that wasn't overly revealing. It was still a fair amount invasive, but than, after the dreams, finding that thoughts weren't sacred was hardly a shock.

"Good afternoon, Bastet-san." Crow greeted as he approached the stall, "It is nice to see you again, it has been too long." The words above his head repeated his own. There was no hidden agenda in his greeting, and he was always pleased to see her.

[felinemystique]

Bastet looked up at Crow's voice, her face brightening at his greeting. "Hey, you. I'm glad you made it."

I've been worried about you.

She wasn't all that concerned with what the bubbles said around Crow--he was observant enough to hear what she didn't say anyway. He'd been quiet for a while since the dream exchange, and while it was certainly understandable, it was good to see him for herself.

[moonlit_mirage]

"I apologize." Crow said simply, lifting the little box of pastries and stepping around the stall to join Bastet on the other side. He smiled, gentle and pleasant and certainly in a better state than the last time she'd seen him.

"I come bearing gifts. How has your day been?"

Nothing too awkward, I hope?

Crow smiled slightly ruefully at the thought bubble. "If nothing else these certainly make us all more honest."

[felinemystique]

Bastet grinned, patting him on the arm. "No need to apologize--I'm just glad to see you looking better." The bubble above her repeated her words.

She reached for a sesame seed ball, and sighed. "Well, you know how this place is--awkward wants to be everyone's best friend. It's a pain having to think so much about how I say things...but I'll get through it." She gave him a wry smile.

It would be a lot easier if I didn't work in the Marketplace.

Around 2:45

[lemonshine]

After successfully managing to get away from the teasing remarks of her coworkers over at the farm, Lucy remembered that Bastet had pulled a hoodie aside for her. The long-sleeved navy t-shirt she was wearing with a pair of jeans just didn't help to keep her warm enough and the brunette didn't really want to get another lecture from a healer as she shuffled up to the stall and smiled at Bastet. Hopefully this wouldn't be as painful a conversation to have but then again, Lucy just wasn't sure anymore that day.

Help please! T^T Boy problems!

"Hi Bastet."

[felinemystique]

Bastet huffed a soft laugh as Lucy walked up, not too long after McQueen left. "Hey kiddo," she greeted her as she leaned against the counter. "My track record with boys isn't all that good lately, but I'll do what I can."

Go ahead and ask anyway--hell, we might get lucky.

[lemonshine]

... the hoodie too!

"The hoodie too," she supplied honestly before she leaned in closer. She wasn't quite sure what to say to Fullmetal much less actually talk to him. Lucy was quite the inexperienced person when it came to relationships as she rubbed her arms with her hands. Hopefully someone would be able to help steer her in the right direction. Throne's advice had definitely helped a lot it was just... how?

"Well... it's about Fullmetal and um... I think he likes me and I think I like him back so... help?"

Sooooo scared! D:

[felinemystique]

Bastet blinked, then turned and reached for the hoodie she'd set aside for Lucy.

"Fullmetal, huh?" Bastet said, handing the shirt to her, "Well, there's no magic formula. You just need to hang out with him so you guys can get to know each other. If you already know you like each other, that's half the game right there."

Bastet gave Lucy a wry smile. "Or were you asking about something more specific?"

I think I'll be more help if you don't make me guess what you need, kiddo.

around 5 pm.

[lizardoverdose]

Having nothing better to do, Scales made his way through the marketplace, his thoughts blinking occasional through his general boredom. He found that with the Wilderness an incredibly boring shoestore (the shoes didn't fit him anyway, what with having talons, and all), there was little to do without going to some of the more ridiculous islands. Though this was definitely on his of things to do, for now he just wandered.

Passing through the clothing shop, his hands slung into his pockets of his jean shorts. He found that the most comfortable way to be was shorts & no shirt, just because of convenience. Either way, it wasn't like he was going to be cold or beat up. The scales helped with those kinds of things. The cold just made him sluggish.

(What's the point of all these damn clothes anyway?)

I'm assuming they've met from when they searched for Ran that time

[felinemystique]

Bastet raised an eyebrow at Scales' thought bubble as he entered the clothing stall. "For people to wear, guy," she said, her voice dry. "You know, for warmth and protection, and plain old social convention?"

I'm not sure what kind of answer you were expecting.

that totally works!!

[lizardoverdose]

Giving Bastet a blank look, Scales glanced up at where his thought bubble presumably was, and then back at her. "Well, the question wasn't really meant to be answered, that's why it was a thought and I didn't say it. Of course these days... we're hopeless as far as thoughts go, right?"

( I wasn't expecting an answer, that's why it was a thought, duh...though to be honest, you'd be okay in some of these clothes.....Shit. ._. )

[felinemystique]

She raised an eyebrow at the last bit, but it's nothing she hadn't heard from before, so she just let it go. "Ah. Well, I didn't realize," she said. "I assumed I just hadn't heard what you'd said." She sighed. "But yeah, it's tough keeping things to yourself nowadays."

I can't wait till this is over.

Midday~

[subject_e0057]

Seeing as his house was almost rebuilt back in Section One, Raise felt it was probably time to start picking things back up. Clothing was something he would need, to replace all that he had lost. Thankfully he had tucked two or three outfits in his bag before the hurricane had hit, but it was hard to live off three shirts. (He did like the red jersey for whatever reason, but still.)

And so, head down to avoid eyecontact, he made his way through the crowded marketplace, trying to move quickly to avoid too many people catching his thoughts.

{pleasedon'tmakepeopleangry, pleasedon'tbebeingobnoxious-} He thought quickly, the words flickering quickly across the bubble, scrawling out, and disappearing as soon as they were replaced by another panicked thought.

And then right beneath it, in much calmer words:

{Our boss is such a fucking dickweed. I know I'm a prick, but godda-- Fuck, that woman looks like a slut. I bet she has such a gaping hole. Fuck.} The woman walking by, upon sighting this, folded her arms over her low neck-line and

[felinemystique]

Bastet froze as Raise wandered up to her stall, batting at his thought bubble. He wasn't the absolute worst person who could show up but he was pretty damn close. She held back a lot with Praise, and despite his constant challenges, she knew he reined himself in as well.

"Raise," she said faintly. "Yeah, fuck is a good word. Fuck is a very very good word for this."

Is there any possible way for this to go well?

[subject_e0057]

At both her words and thought bubble, he flushed slightly. He had thought maybe she would be working a different shift, or taking the day off, or he wouldn't have seen her. As much as he enjoyed the woman's company, right now wouldn't be the best of times. "I-" he started off, stammering slightly.

{This isn't what I was- I should-}
{Hey- let me take over. I know Bastet better anyway. And she looks fucking hot today.}

"Maybe I should leave..." he muttered, withdrawing slightly at the thought bubbles and Bastet's faint tone and Praise's thought-bubble-words surpassing even what he was muttering out loud.

{I should have gone straight home.}

[felinemystique]

Bastet frowned a bit at Raise's discomfort. "Hey--you know it's not that I don't like your company--either of you. But things get hectic enough with us even with filters, you know?" She hadn't had to restrain Praise in a while, but if he wasn't holding back, she'd only indulge him for so long.

I'm already on edge because of these things; so sorry, but I don't think I'll be as patient as I normally am.