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.

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[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath didn't miss the odd glimmer of light off her face where there shouldn't be, and his brow furrowed. Right. Tears. This was why he hated watching sentimental films back at home -- he didn't really know how to address them. Or want to. Being a power-hungry, genocidal hermit had its advantages. One of them: no situations like this.

The things he gave up for redemption.

Like personal comfort.

Akwardly, he started to reach to touch her shoulder, but stopped, instead just leaning closer and whispering. "Snape's going to think I made you do that."

[alan_shore]

"Shhh," Alan chides, setting down his fork and raising a finger to his mouth. It's not altogether serious--witness the lofted eyebrow, the hint of a smile even as he puckers his lips--but it's not altogether mocking, either.

"I'd never have done this at home," he confides (in appropriately hushed tones) a moment later, sparing the television a glance. "Too...conventional, I suppose. Now, though, I don't know that there is such a thing."

[aldabeyoun]

"So, about the length of my hallway?" No, Njoki is not going to let Ivan forget that their mutual stupidity trashed a part of her flat. She intends to mock him and his lack of acid washed jeans for as long as possible.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Just soda for me, thanks."

Looming up from behind, Hellboy's big enough that he could probably make a space for himself to get his own drink, but given the state of things at the moment, that would probably involve a fair bit of rudeness on his part. This way was more sociable, and involved a rather better view than the bar and its tender. He gives a self-deprecating little half-shrug to acknowledge that yes, he's ordering soda in a bar.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Hellboy wanders by the lounge for some grub in time to see the nose transformations, and stops to admire the work.

"Very nice," he says. "How's it done, if you don't mind my asking?"

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Aw. He wasn't kidding to Njoki earlier when he said there was nothing like watching trained soldiers crying at the movie. Seeing Steve sniffle brings something of that thrill, but it's accompanied by the fact that it is a very sad movie and Hellboy isn't immune to that either. He quietly reaches over and places a hand on Steve's shoulder reassuringly. It's okay, we've all been there.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Hellboy had scoped out the options for getting out for a smoke, and was pleased to see that the courtyard was rather nicer than the side alley exit. He's had some (non-alcoholic) drink and some food, and knows he's going to have to do without for the duration of the movie, so he comes out here now while chomping down the remainder of a slice of pizza.

After a quick glance around, he settles down on a bench seat near Hermione's table -- adjusting for a moment to make sure the sword slung on his back also settles behind the bench out of the way -- and goes through the ritual of lighting up a cigar.

A couple of puffs to get it going, and he looks over at the woman nearby and says, "How's it going?" If she chooses to look up from her book and talk to him (and hopefully not freak out about his appearance, but he's currently in a mood to mostly forget about that possibility at the moment), great. If not, he can enjoy his cigar just as well in silence as conversation.

[manipulativni]

"I was there for a while, yes," she confirms, nodding before she takes a sip of her wine. "I didn't stay for as long as I could have, but it was quite an interesting place. I'll have to go back one of these days." When she feels like being social again, but one step at a time.

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[fastforward]

"It is totally bad." Tommy appears behind Teddy and Billy in a flash, leaning over with his arms around their shoulders and muttering darkly. "He is so not good enough for her. Also, a jerk."

He purses his lips and huffs in the other couple's general direction, looking very much like a jealous toddler as he does so.

[deservesadaisy]

"Very funny," he says, dry but without real annoyance. Njoki's behavior is absent from the long list of things about that night which bother him.

"Besides, silent judgment is not heckling."

[manipulativni]

Katherine's at the bar herself, retrieving her second glass of wine, when Jim approaches and addresses her. It takes her a moment to place him, but when she does she smiles.

"You, too - Jim, right?" she says, extending her free hand to him. "How have you been?"

[rhinemaid]

"We didn't bring a gag, though." ...she's just saying.

[rhinemaid]

"A friend of mine - Hasi - performs there, so." A beat later, "A friend from home, sort of." From a different version of home, but close enough that she can just not think about it most of the time. (It's disturbing to dwell on the notion of what she could've been like, without-- everything else.)

[manipulativni]

Katherine nods. "I've spoken to her several times." She tilts her head curiously, she doesn't recall either woman mentioning that they knew each other; but then again she hasn't been doing much on the network aside from observing lately. "How do you mean, 'sort of'?"

[betterthansubpoenas]

"Me either," Kalinda admits easily with a shrug, voice quiet. "I'm sure there's something that passes for conventional in this place. It's just not conventional to us." Yet. Maybe never. "What would you be doing, then?"

[rhinemaid]

"We're from different 'timelines', I guess," she says, a little more brittle than she intends; for all that she's as focused as ever (maybe moreso), her gaze keeps wandering when she's talking and Katherine isn't. Some of the time she's finding Ivan - keeping him in view - and some of the time she just seems anxious, somehow, controlled but unsteady beneath that. "Diverged about half a decade ago, but we know each other the same way."

Close enough.

[captaincocksure]

Jim smiles, warm. "Thank you, Gaheris. You can call me Jim." That's more comfortable--even Spock calls him that, sometimes. Bones always does. He may be their captain but the use of his name signifies he's their friend; he wants that here, too.

He doesn't even bat an eye at the whiskey. He's visited enough places and served and studied with enough races to know everyone's got their tolerances and tastes. "We're fortunate his medkit made it here with him. He's had to rely on what passes for state of the art here, in a few cases, and I don't know how the man functions in those conditions."

[captaincocksure]

"I just assumed, from the Department of Defense," Jim offers. "That doesn't exist anymore where I'm from, in 2258. I serve in Starfleet, which is the exploratory and peacekeeping arm of the United Federation of Planets. I captain a starship."

He grins. "And you never know. Things aren't always as antiquated as you'd think. Especially when it comes to the stability of the universe, which is not something I have a lot of practical experience with. What kinds of things do you investigate?"

[truth_is_cold]

"I was surprised you didn't have nanobots as a part of conventional treatments on board your ships. But unsurprised there are none here." He puts down his glass and folds his hands around it on the bartop, looking around for the bartender.

"Since you were kind enough to give me the recommendation, perhaps I could buy you a drink."

[captaincocksure]

"That's right," he says, smiling, shaking her hand. "Jim. I've been all right, thank you for asking. I see you have a drink already. If you'll indulge me a minute while I get another, we could find somewhere to sit, catch up a little?"

[subtlescience]

It's quite odd: in spite of some three years intervening since he actually had to interact with Granger, she still rubs him the wrong way. Perhaps it's that she sounds so damned swotty, or that she's off to asking questions already - or perhaps he simply remembers what a nuisance she and her comrades were - but whatever the case, the old feelings of sheer irritation and disgust are coming back to haunt him.

Like acid reflux.

Yes, that's precisely it. Hermione Granger is anthropomorphic heartburn.

He doesn't respond to her question; instead, he bites back his scowl and turns away, making for the street, away from the crowds. There isn't a glance back to see if she's following - falling back on old habits, really. He simply takes it for granted that she's coming because it's what she would have done as a student.

[gwynn]

"No, they don't change colour at all! I wish they did, that would be so cool. They're just kinda shiny, see? Like seashells!" Indeed, they're a little iridescent, pale rainbow hues spreading across them depending on how the light hits. She pauses only long enough to take a shot of whatever this burny-terrible liquid thing that is not tequila is. "How about you, you got any parts that change colour?"

[toldastory]

Seeing him reach for her like that made Martha smile through her tears and she knew what the effort of doing that was. It was odd how it was the little things that showed his redemption rather than the large ones.

Shifting a bit so Martha could look at him, she whispered back. "No, he's going to know that I got sentimental and cried at a movie," Martha countered his statement with a quick smile, but swabbed at the moisture on her cheeks with an impatient hand.

"But it's going to be okay." She was trying very hard to believe that--it actually sounded like she did.

[leviohhhhsa]

Hermione glances up, briefly wrong-footed by surprise at being addressed- and then more seriously thrown by the appearance of the man addressing her. It only manifests, however, in an involuntary raise of her eyebrows which she quickly gets under control; Hermione has had a lot of experience with people who aren't strictly human, after all.

"Oh, um- not badly at all," she says, closing over the book and giving him a thoughtful, interested look- the look of a woman running through all the different species she's read about and trying to fit him into one. She's not trying to gawk, but she may be managing it accidentally. "It's a nice place, isn't it? Here in particular, I mean, not..." She waves a hand. Not the kidnapping monster-infested city in general. "Well, I suppose it's a matter of taste." Is she babbling? She may be babbling.

[leviohhhhsa]

Marvelous. She follows, of course- gritting her teeth and cursing her shoes while she's at it- out of respect for him and a faith that there is a very good reason for this. Nonetheless, she can't help feeling annoyed. He's just so unpleasant, no matter how much she might respect him for other things- she always forgets how completely and utterly disagreeable he is when she's not actually in his presence. It's so much easier to admire him when he's not in the vicinity.

At least his refusal to look at her means that before she catches up, she can thin her lips and raise her eyebrows in an expression of the things I do before wiping it swiftly off her face and returning to all the maturity she can muster.

She isn't so naive as to try pestering him for answers just yet, though the temptation's there; she's anxious to know exactly what 'a word' involves, but tells herself that he'll have to tell her in time and would probably just insult her to her face if she were to try and get him to explain before he wants to.

And he calls her insufferable.