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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-12-22 05:20 pm

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

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.
gifted_hands: (Hiya)

[personal profile] gifted_hands 2011-12-31 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
Polite púca that he is (usually), Tadhg waits patiently for a break in this ramble before gesturing to a seat at the table, inviting this new arrival to join him. Besides, the animation in both the man's gestures and his patterns is quite amusing to watch.

When he can finally get a word in edgewise, he puts on his blandest, most innocuous smile. "Well now, that's quite a load of questions. To answer the first might require a deeper discussion on the nature of reality." He blinks periodically while he speaks, and with every blink, his eyes change: from animal-like to human-normal in various colors, then cycling through some more outre looks.

"As for the rest, I've no plans to remove them, much less throw them, but I can't speak for anyone else. Or for anything else that might happen. There are so many possibilities, you see."

Politeness, it must be said, never stopped Tadhg MacEibhir from trolling.
hearditbothways: (that doesn't make any sense)

[personal profile] hearditbothways 2012-01-06 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes Shawn a moment to make out the words, because he is mesmerized and horrified by the changing eyes. "Dude. It's like those little look-through binoculars with shifting pictures and a click lever on the side."

Successful troll is successful, however, at least for now. It doesn't mean that Shawn won't try to play along, though. "Really now! My last interdimensional travel took place during my high school years, so it's been a while. How do these parties end when Biddle-people get drunk?"