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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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Something to examine at a later time.
"Time is of the essence." It's not exactly something which needed to be said; he's sure she understands the nature of the problem and can deduce for herself that the pressing need for an immediate solution is the sole reason he's opting for this questionable bit of magic. After all, if he had time to plan a way to kill Bellatrix without the interference of Hellsing, that would be far more preferable.
With that he begins to turn away, to return to the Apache and find Martha - but hesitates and glances back. A rather sullen look steals across his expression, as though some external entity has just chided him for his lack of decorum. His eyes flicker first away from and then back to Hermione; a tic jumps in his cheek, but he spits it out - even if it's the most begrudging pair of words ever spoken in the history of mankind. "Thank you."
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She doesn't linger, though she's not exactly sure where to go from here. Ideally, she'd like to go home- proper home- but that's impossible. Second best is her flat and her bed in Baedal, but that feels like admitting defeat; the other option is getting another drink, but that would involve heading in the same direction he's going, which is not an appealing idea at all. She sets course for the table she was previously sitting at instead, at least to wait for a little while before she can give up on the night entirely.
'Time is of the essence'. The words ring in her head. There's nothing she can do tonight, though. Tomorrow, she resolves to research, to plan, to get her head in order. Tonight, she feels wrung-out, and the prospect of launching into this project isn't an appealing one.
Dark Marks aren't the most festive of things, after all, and quite frankly she's just not feeling the Catenrat cheer.