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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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"You didn't want anything from home?" That is probably a wildly inappropriate question to ask someone she's only met a few times, but that seems to be the spirit of the celebration. "It's good you're feeling alright, though, I think you're a rare one tonight."
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"I'm in a mixed mood about the entire thing. On the one hand," and there are gestures to go along with this, Steph, pay attention, "I love my little sister dearly. And I've come to realise I was really awful to her right before I left. But on the other hand, I don't want to tempt fate and find her in the arrival room tomorrow. She --or a version of her-- was here before I came along, you see. But she got sent back home. Anyway, I...I don't know which is worse. Here, or where I left off. So."
At this point, the bartender comes over. "Another of what's on tap, please. What are you having?"
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She's paying attention, don't worry, Charles. She does frown a little though, that sounds like a rough situation to be in, "I think she might be better off at home. You can apologize when you go back." And now she feels a little guilty for thinking of Cass and Kara -- what if they get dragged here? She's the worst friend ever for kind of wanting that.
"Um," she gives Charles a bit of a lost look, she wasn't even supposed to be drinking tonight, "Just a glass of the house white." She's so adventurous.
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When the bartender moves off to get them their drinks, Charles resumes speaking about more heartfelt matters. "Mm. If there's one thing this place has taught me, it's never to take people for granted." There's a bodily jolt as he picks himself up and out of the mood he's headed towards. "But it's not all doom and gloom; my best friend is here."
...never mind the fact that they've found out hideous details about their futures and that he needs to be slightly drunk to apply the word 'best.' And so happily, too.
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"That's a good lesson to learn," Steph doesn't think she ever really took people for granted -- her mom, maybe, but that was because of Reasons. She smiles at him trying to pick up the mood, and decides to make a conscious effort to not be depressing, "From back home? Did you guys show up at the same time?"
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"No, he showed up a few months before I did." He doesn't bother to explain the alternate of himself that was here --not because it disturbs him, but because it's needlessly confusing. "Sort of makes sense, really. I always seem to end up tagging after him." It is something that Charles has come to accept in life.
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"Clearly you should blame here for your being here," she is kidding; and now wondering if this means Cass will turn up, "I don't know if I want my best friend here or not."
Life is hard.
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He makes a little sympathetic expression, one hand going out to pat her arm in a friendly gesture. "I know what you mean. I would have been the exact same, even though I would have missed him terribly."
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"She'd hate it here. It's the one thing keeping me from really wishing for her," It's mostly true, the use of CiDs would especially annoy Cass; relying so heavily on not-in-person communication would be hard for her.
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"That's sort of how I feel. Well, no. I think my sister and our friends would like some aspects of this place. But I think I'd end up tearing my hair out over what they'd get up to." No, that's not actually how he will eventually go bald in the future.