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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 parties being part of her job meant that they were a great place to make contacts. Not just professional contacts (though she could use some of them) but also personal contacts. Perhaps being here was a second start to have some friends.
Or something.
But for now she moved up to the bar wearing a black dress. stilettos and a smile as she moves up to the bar carrying a a glass of something that is very much like wine. She's tempted to move onto stronger drinks, but hasn't yet.
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At the moment, he and the bar tender are attempting to explain the merits of bombs to a few confused (but entertained) looking xenians. And since it just so happens to be near where this lovely lady is sidling up to the bar-
"You look like you're from Earth," Jae says. "Back me up here, Jager bombs are awesome, yes or no?"
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"Jagger bombs are brilliant. They're good for waking you up after a tough day on the job and keeping you up so that you can stay at the club and dance all night." Looking for all the world like a party girl who missed those sort of nights, Ana grinned.
"They really need to get redbull and jagger over here. The good stuff, the stuff from Germany. The real stuff."
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"You know what they do have is licorice booze, it's like - completely natural so it's like root moonshine, it's insane - nobody believes me about the merits of putting a decapitated deer head on the bottle, though."
There's a brief discussion with the bar tender about what he wants in the bomb, and Jae opts for beer. "I'm classless, I know."
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"It all depends on what kind of beer you're drinking, I think. If you're drinking the Baedal equivalent of a PBR, then you're either classless or a hipster. Of course, being the hipster would mean that you were classless." Teasing, or not, it was hard to tell in her voice.
Ana looked to the bartender and ordered one of the bombs with vodka; at least that would help get her a bit drunk.