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multiversallogs2011-12-22 05:20 pm
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2011-12-22 05:20 pm
Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: apache,
- alexia swiftdawn,
- anna demirovna,
- hasibe ozcelik,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- james t. kirk,
- john allerdyce,
- jones,
- kalinda sharma,
- megan gwynn,
- rachel conway,
- steve rogers,
- } alan shore,
- } angela montenegro,
- } billy kaplan,
- } fauxlivia dunham,
- } gaheris rhade,
- } hermione granger,
- } hilmi moran,
- } jay nagai,
- } kate bishop,
- } katherine pierce,
- } martha jones,
- } mozenrath,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } severus snape β,
- } shawn spencer,
- } tadhg maceibhir,
- } teddy altman,
- } tim drake-wayne,
- } tommy shepherd
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.
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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.
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"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.
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"I think it's nice, yeah. Reminds me of a few places I've had way too many drinks in over the years." He has, however, managed to stay sober so far tonight. "Name's Hellboy."
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She holds out a hand at his introduction; she hasn't had the best night, exactly, and a little conversation wouldn't go amiss in cheering her up somewhat. "Hermione," she says, wondering if his name is...well, what it sounds like, or if it's just some linguistic coincidence. "Pleasure to meet you."
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Depending on which hand she offered, she may be a bit surprised that he in turn offers his left. The way he holds up his Right to show just how large and not especially hospitable it would be to shaking, however, will hopefully explain. (Also, it's currently holding his cigar.)
"Nice to meet you too, Hermione. What're you reading, if you don't mind my asking?"
It must, he reasons, be pretty freaking interesting for a person to be reading it out in the middle of a party.