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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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He stops short at the press of her lips to his cheek, blinking, surprised. The color rises in his face just a degree or two as he glances at her, half a smile tugging at one side of his mouth.
And then she starts trying to rub her lipstick off, and he starts laughing, the slight pinking of his face giving way to a full-on blush as his gaze drops.
"I'm sure it's okay," he assures her, and the temptation to lean into that touch is strong. He likes her, but his feelings on so many things and his situation respective to so many others just makes everything to do with him complicated.
Sometimes he misses the days when he wasn't a responsible person.
Sometimes.
He reaches up, touching her arm lightly, giving her a warm smile.
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She catches and holds his gaze then, a sort of tension making her chest feel tight as she draws in a deep breath.
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"Thank you. You need a refill? I'll go."
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