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multiversallogs2012-02-10 06:39 pm
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2012-02-10 06:39 pm
Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: apache,
- anna demirovna,
- charles xavier,
- hasibe ozcelik,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- jae-hyun kim,
- james t. kirk,
- john mitchell,
- kalinda sharma,
- megan gwynn,
- odessa wander,
- rachel conway,
- shrieky,
- steve rogers,
- sunny,
- wolfgang einhorn,
- } ana lewis,
- } fauxlivia dunham,
- } hamilton fish,
- } kaitlyn quinn,
- } kate bishop,
- } leonard mccoy,
- } lily potter,
- } nicodéme sauvage,
- } nymphadora tonks,
- } pietro maximoff,
- } shawn spencer,
- } stephanie brown,
- } tadhg maceibhir,
- } william yao
OPEN :: A golden bird was singing
Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!
St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal, at least as holidays go. It passes more or less unnoticed by the majority of the population as many of them feel it doesn't concern them. It's not their holiday; it's for the others. Those with severed ties and broken hearts. The temple and church preach that it's a time for reflection or for glorifying the generosity of the gods. It's one of the few days on which no one looks askance at first generation Citizens mourning their missing loved ones publicly.
As night rolls around and floating lanterns are set to sea, the Apache in Mog Hill prepares to accept guests from the newer cohorts. It's something that happens every year, making it a practical tradition. The alcohol will be cheaper for first timers, and the music will be kept at a reasonable level.
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"And I trust that all your friends have excellent taste," she concludes, before extending a really rather too-pale hand with an easy smile. "A pleasure, Ivan."
It's not quite true, actually. There's a certain quality to the man that's simultaneously a bit familiar and a bit threatening -- not that strange sixth sense moment of another Kindred's predator's taint, but with a feeling of the monstrous all the same; something in the way he holds himself, maybe. It's not enough to throw her off, really (it's not nearly so bad at that instinctive and panicked need to either run or else rip out someone's throat that came with the predator's taint and meeting other Kindred for the first time, after all), but it's enough to make her do the internal equivalent of raise an eyebrow.
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"Hasi likes him," she tells Anna, as though this renders everyone else's opinion irrelevant. Perhaps it does!
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She also enjoys that Ivan kisses her hand; flattery will get you everywhere, half-cheeky or not.
So she tucks the discomfort more or less to the side -- she'll ask Ilde later, she decides, if there's not an answer by the end of the conversation. (Curiosity can only be delayed so long.)
"Well, Hasi's taste is nothing if not impeccable," a light smirk, "so, if you ask me, he can stay. At least long enough to inform me of what I'm sure are a number of charming and wicked qualities, that I might decide for myself your taste in men."
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She doesn't much complain, when she goes without, but the fact remains that Emery made her a bit of a princess and captivity was not a maturing experience.
"You'll come and hear me play, Anna, won't you? I'd like that."
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"It is a fine harp; it would be a shame not to show it off now and then."