Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

Comments

Re: Lounge and tables:

[requiresssacrifice]

Rex arched his brow, then nodded once Jay clarified. Herpetologist made more sense than... random orgies. "I've never had a cat before, either, but mating balls aren't typical in mammals." Not to his knowledge, anyway. He took another bite of pizza and glanced away. Despite the fact that he no longer had to work around his ventilator for food, Rex still didn't like eating in front of others. It made him feel oddly exposed. Once he swallowed, he said, "How many snakes does she have?"

[gifted_hands]

Magical as he may be, Tadhg needs to eat just like anyone else does. The spells he works draw partly on his own physical energy, and given the fact that he turns into a horse and goes for a gallop on a regular basis, let's just say the man has an interesting metabolism.

This might explain why he has staked out a table bearing a hefty array of food. A platter of onion rings and mozzarella sticks (it's some kind of mild, white cheese anyway), a couple of largish funnel cakes, a basket of peanuts, and a couple dozen sweet and savory pasties or empanadas or some variation on the theme of filled turnovers all vie for attention.

Or he could want to attract some company. He certainly looks willing to share all those goodies. Right now he's noshing on a turnover, regarding his fellow celebrants with a smile of caloric good will.

[rhinemaid]

"Okay--" they can just...keep holding hands, Ilde is fine with that and perhaps even inclined to hold on, like they're a matched set of disturbing little dolls, pretty and scary, "--not alcohol, for me."

Not tonight, anyway; it might make it easier, but she's too anxious about the loss of control as things stand.

[gifted_hands]

Good fortune has smiled on Angela, for the ultimate designated driver has just arrived. Of course there are no cars, but never mind. Tadhg veers toward the bar when he scents her in that direction and leans next to her, waiting for a break in her conversation.

"How's the nog?" he asks when one finally arrives.

[manipulativni]

Katherine will continue to hold hands until Ilde indicates that she wants to let go, or at least until they need to sit down or get their drinks. She pauses at the bar and orders a glass of champagne for herself, then turns to Ilde. "What would you like?"

Re: Lounge and tables:

[studious_snake]

He shrugged. "I don't know. It's hard to keep track, especially since some of them are feeders for others, since with a few it's necessary."

[rhinemaid]

"A virgin bellini," she requests, leaning against the bar as they sort themselves out - Ivan is here, somewhere, but she excused herself to have a cigarette outside and she'll find him again in a while. It's not as though she ever has any trouble with that, not since she accidentally marked him. (It's both strange and very useful, the way she can feel his presence like a beacon.)

Re: Lounge and tables:

[requiresssacrifice]

"Mmhm." Rex was well acquainted with the need to keep feeder snakes, since ophiophagy wasn't uncommon in snakes. "Which species did she keep?"

Re: Lounge and tables:

[studious_snake]

"A few different ones for observation. Garter snakes. Rat snakes...a king cobra." Of course, the king cobra actually was his sister, but there was no need to mention that.

[manipulativni]

The order is placed and quickly received, and Katherine hands Ilde her glass before taking her own. Now to find somewhere quiet to sit; she would suggest outside, but it seems that they've both just come in from the cold.

"How about here?" she suggests, gesturing to one of the tables in the corner that's unoccupied. (It should be noted that she's still holding her hand, since ordering and getting the drinks didn't require her to let go.)

[rhinemaid]

Here seems good, so -- they sit, and Ilde finally lets go if only because they'll need both hands each to navigate chairs, drinks and not flashing the bar. (The length of her dress means her stockings and garters are partly visible when she sits down regardless, but hey.)

"I thought I saw you at the Vault, but it was as I was leaving--" and she was pretty drunk, at that point, being bundled off by Ivan.

[requiresssacrifice]

Perhaps he's had too much to drink. There'd been a concerted effort to stay in control of himself, to get a little tipsy, but not drunk or anything, but that effort flew (or rather, stumbled and fell) out the window when Rex underestimated the strength of tequila. Trying something new was probably not the best idea, not when it came to alcohol. All it seems to be leading to is an increasingly stuffy lounge, and Rex could swear that either the room's gotten smaller, or there are more people-- entirely too many people-- crowding him. He needs air.

Rex pushes his chair back and makes a beeline for the courtyard. He can just... sober up there before he makes his trek home.

Right?

Wrong. The air seems positively saturated with smoke-- not that it actually is, but with his less-than-stellar respiratory system, Rex is pretty sensitive to these things. His lungs and throat are aggravated easily, and really, after being maimed and burned in an explosion, it's difficult to see the appeal in inhaling smoke for fun. And it doesn't help that Rex is still sensitive to the cold, so this is just a one-two combo that tells Rex that going outside was a very bad idea.

He doesn't even make it five minutes before he covers his mouth and nose and tries to stifle a cough. Alright, he's just going to back away slowly, get back inside, where it's warm and-- claustrophobic, sure, but at least it's not smoky...

Unfortunately, being a bit more drunk than he'd planned, Rex isn't really capable of backing up in a straight line, and he sort of veers into a complete stranger.

Re: Lounge and tables:

[requiresssacrifice]

Rex could hardly conceal a smirk. Well then, that was interesting. "I had a pair of king cobras, myself. Before I came here, of course."

[subtlescience]

To be fair, he didn't expect to see himself here, either. He can understand the sentiment: holiday festivities were thrust on one very much in the same way as responsibility. First Albus, now Martha. And speaking of Martha, he glances around and makes an accusatory, albeit vague, gesture in her direction. Much as he feels he doesn't owe Granger an explanation, neither does he want to put her off entirely. Or be blamed for the decision to come.

"It is fortuitous, I suppose." He doesn't sound like it's fortuitous. To Severus, this is just another headache in the settling-in process. Making nice with the locals. And with that, he gives Hermione the full focus of his attention. "A word?"

She doesn't appear to be doing anything of importance (insofar as reading is unimportant), and it isn't a request so much as a 'Get up, I want to talk to you privately.' with some room for argument.

Bar area:

[wearethewilds]

Hilmi has noticed, since accepting the job tending bar at Anarchy 99, that he has become rather judgmental of all other bartenders. One may be too slow, or not pleasant enough - and if he can find no fault, he can commiserate with just how jaded the job can make you.

He has only been doing it for two weeks, but it's not hard to see how far this particular rabbit hole goes.

Right now, he's accepting couple of drinks and passing one to someone on his arm - for the life of him, he can't remember her name or if she's even a member of his cohort. Par for the course, though.

[deadclumsy]

Tonks, in all her usual glory and desire to be the center of attention, is currently sitting in the midst of the fun, trying to regale neighbors with stories from Before the War - amusing anecdotes of trouble she and others brought upon themselves. When that fails to distract her from the fact that her cohort has been invited (and thus her aunts and uncles), she resorts to changing her nose to a pig snout, then a duck's bill: entertaining herself as well as the others around her.

She doesn't want to be home and alone, but neither does she want to have to acknowledge that Aunt Bellatrix or Uncle Lucius might show up at any moment and spoil all her fun.

[leviohhhhsa]

"Oh," she murmurs when he makes a gesture to indicate that it wasn't exactly his choice. She finishes the last of her wine, as if it will combat the weirdness of the thought of Snape doing as his wife says.

It doesn't work.

He wants a word; well, that can't bode well, but she's inclined to take it seriously. If he's deigning to talk to her, it's probably important, and the fact that he hasn't taken a seat implies that he wants her to get up. There's not really a choice in the matter.

"Privately, I assume?" she asks, getting to her feet and stowing her book in her bag, some slight concern about what he wants to talk about starting, although she suspects he wouldn't be so calm if it was anything incredibly urgent. Nonetheless, she tries to keep her movements quick.

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[toldastory]

"He's about here somewhere. We split up so I could watch the movie. I haven't seen a movie in ages and it was brilliant. Sev isn't really a movie fan." One of his few (but largest, in Martha's esteem) failings.

"How are you finding things here?"

[thenormalsquint]

This is becoming to be a common theme with them, her talking and him sneaking up on her and waiting until she's done running her trap. Perhaps it's a clue into how their friendship will continue to be. Yapping and sneaking.

"Hey sweetheart," she grins as a greeting as she raises her cup. "A little weak, but I suspect it'll sneak up on me later. How are you doing?"

[hearditbothways]

"Yes. Yes, it does."

Still, he takes another look, tilting his head slightly. "Now, I think the very important and crucial question here is - can they change color and are you able to fly?" He glances to the side, thinking about that for a second. "Wait, those were two questions. Let's rephrase that. Can they change colors while you are flying because I think that would bring joy and love to the hearts of people everywhere."

[norea]

"They do indeed," Hasi confirms, after a quick surveillance of the bar's contents; she puts in the second order, as well as her own, and tilts her head to the side to study Jones sidelong. "Looking for a little social lubricant?"

[norea]

"Can do. Do you want me to get one of those little umbrellas...?" She grins at him, playful.

[norea]

"You're my favorite," she enthuses; after ordering her drink, she adds Jim's to her request list. Once that's accomplished, she turns on one teetering heel to look at him from underneath her lashes. The tired note doesn't escape her, but she figures that if he's out, he's good to go.

"Now, what was that about a dress...?" She trails off, smile widening; it's a silly thing, but she couldn't help commenting. "It's good to see you again, by the way."

[norea]

"Eggnog it is. We've got the best dresses in this joint, they ought to cater to us, right?" Hasi flashes Alexia a wide smile, a little entertained (and charmed) by the buzzed enthusiasm.

[norea]

"What is it?" The container looks fairly sizable, and she has to wonder--approvingly, mind you--how much Martha's put away. "Because if it's good, I might have to give it a try, myself."