Backdated to before the job fair, Open for the Deathmatch

[forgedinbattle]

Who: Xena and you?
What: Investigating the Deathmatch and meeting people
When: sometime before the job fair and after talking to Travis
Where: the Deathmatch
Rating: Probably PG-ish for mild language. Will edit if it gets worse

This was quite possibly the easiest job Xena had ever scored. Easy enough to make her doubt the Deathmatch’s standards. So it was even more important to check it out for herself.

If the Deathmatch weren’t…well, what it is, she would be quite a sight, walking-no, sauntering in, dressed in her usual armor and armed to the teeth. Just a normal day, really. She paused in the entryway, swiftly taking in the layout and general conditions of the bar and- you know what?- it’s still a million steps up from a lot of the places she frequents at home. After a moment, she catches someone’s eye and give a quick nod as she approaches.

“Hey.”

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[kalinda]

She's having a drink at this point, a small name longneck with a kick for the taste. The same orange handy dandy notebook at her side is being look over, a curious gaze running over each line before-- ah, her peripheral vision catches someone walking in her general direction. She doesn't allow for anything but the darting of her eyes, catching the sight of the woman before her.

Didn't she see her before? Ah, yes. On the cruise. She certainly seemed like a woman of adventure-- if the armor wasn't a dead giveaway.

"Nice seeing you again," she'll say, not minding if she could hear her or not.

[forgedinbattle]

"From the cruise, right?"

She hears. One advantage of constantly expecting someone to jump out at you- you train your hearing pretty well.