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It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

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. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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Sol isn't the only one faintly homesick. Sebastian has never been particularly good at socialization and party-going, but he does have at least a very little experience with trouble-making uncles (or godfathers). Entirely lacking in fashion sense, it was with a great deal of relief that Sol more or less threw a pair of jeans and a basic shirt at him and with only a little concern about wearing short-sleeves Sebastian was ready to go. Most of the scarring on his arms isn't too shocking; little nicks, burns, and a couple of oddly shaped old hex marks.

Jones has spent the last few hours trying to look nice without looking like she's trying, with mixed success. She's not really sure why she did, although she always does her best for social events. (Well, church events and Consilium functions, which leave her tendencies in party fashion a little toward the "Sunday best" end.)

She's considering buying a raffle ticket when she looks up and see Sebastian walk in. "Oh, Sebastian! Hello!" she says, brightly. Maybe a little too brightly, but it's a little loud in here. "Oh, and Mr. Koenig," she says, quickly. "How have you and your daughter been?"

It's all very highschool in a way that Sol finds charming (in a way he's smart enough to keep to himself, which he's mercifully pretty good at doing; neither of them need to be inadvertently condescended to just because they're adorable), and that aside, he's genuinely pleased to see Jones again. He's good with names, faces - people.

"Jones and the phone," he says, good natured, dropping his arm from Sebastian's shoulder to offer her a hand to shake. "We've been good- she hoped you liked the stickers."

"Hullo Jones," he says with an honest, open smile that make him look considerably young. In fact, if one was being generous, it could be fair to say he almost looks his age.

Unusually, he's come out tonight without Velcro at his side. While he probably could've used his dog for support, it wasn't worth the stress on both of them to have him in such a crowded space.

"Oh, I did like the stickers, they were lovely. I saved the unicorn. I need to find something to put it on, now that I've got somewhere a little more permanent to live. Tell her I said thank you."

She runs a hand through her hair, idly twisting a few strands between her fingers. "And Sebastian, it's lovely to see you again." Oh God oh God what does one say in this situation, she does not know.

"I will do that," Sol says, smiling, casting a brief glance around the room for acquaintances in the crowd; at some point, probably soon, he's going to extract himself from third wheeling. (If nothing else, they are likely neither of them inclined to party quite the way he is.)

Speaking of. "I need a drink- either of you want anything while I'm at the bar? I'm not buying anyone beer I'm ashamed to be seen with."

"Whatever's on tap and doesn't look too suspect," he replies easily. Sebastian won't really drink most of it, but it's the polite thing to hold and he does appreciate Sol's offer.

"I know I promised to bore you with a book, but at the moment, my apartment is still under a bit of quarantine and rubble." Or Malfoys. Same thing, really.

"Gin and tonic please, if you don't mind," says Jones. "And I don't mind—I've been busy myself helping get things straightened back out, helping some of my neighbors in Flyside. If anything, it's something to look forward to. I shouldn't think it would be boring." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Send out a search party if I get trapped in the crowd," Sol says, easily, before melding into the crowd to head for the bar.

[ SKIP ME FOR A BIT, MY LOVELIES. ]

"I haven't been out into Flyside much, how is it?" He's not yet looking for a new apartment, but that's going to be a priority soon enough. While he appreciates that it's safer for him to stay in the Guild Hall while is own flat is 'compromised', it's not really his own space and that's what Sebastian wants.

"It's nice, actually. I rather like it better than where I lived back home, actually. Lots of machine shops and tinkers—I have to say when someone first pointed me there I decided then and there that it was right up my alley. Everyone so far has been quite friendly, and Mr. Hornsby 'round the corner's been able to show me a thing or two about semiconductors and transistors." Her voice takes on an excited tone. It's clear she loves the place. "You'd probably like the people there, too. If you, uh, ever happen to be passing through."

She twiddles one of the metal bracelets on her wrist. "Did you ever say what part of Baedal you live in? I don't remember."

"I had a flat in Sobek Croix, but, ah, the ants..." he trails off a bit, with a shrug as if to say 'what can you do'? A new city, a new flat, and already he's on the move again. "I'm looking for somewhere new. If anything good comes up in Flyside, I'd love to hear about it?"

"I'll be sure and let you know. It really is a lovely part of town, although I admit I don't get around to the other parts as much as I'd like to. It's a bit slower on foot than it would be on the El..." She looks a little uncomfortable at that, like she's said something she's not sure she should have.

"That's all right. These days I'm used to taking things at a steady pace." Now that he doesn't have a broom, that is. "But, even if I don't end up moving out there, I think it'd be worth a visit, once the ants and all that are a bit more behind us."

Reemerging briefly from the throng with the air of a man who is about to roll off in another direction any minute- "A gin and tonic for the lady, and for the gentleman and the scholar, one pint." The bourbon is for him, evidently, and he will accept congratulations now for having spilled none of them on the way. "And if you two will excuse me, I think I've spotted someone I need to catch up with."

"Oh, thanks!" says Jones, taking her drink in hand. "A toast, to ants being behind us?" she says, to Sebastian.

Sebastian smiles and accepts his drink with a nodded thanks and a suitably impressed expression -- good work on navigating the crowd without wearing their drinks.

"To all the ants that lay behind us and may all those before us be small enough to be ignored."

"And to new friends with whom to celebrate murdering oversized fauna," she adds, and clinks her glass to his. "Speaking of fauna, how's... your dog?" The name is on the tip of her tongue, but she can't quite remember it. It was an odd word, she recalls.

"Velcro? He's good. I left him home because tonight is his bridge tourney." ...what even. Sebastian, there is something wrong with your sense of humour.

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wandandsickle - 2011-09-18 21:27 (UTC) - Expand

Oh excellent, another familiar face. Not that meeting new people is bad, but Tosh isn't so good at it that she doesn't take comfort in seeing someone she knows for a change.

"LeMat, hullo! I see you made it back in one piece. How is Velcro?"

"He's pretty good. Liesl is taking care of him for the night," he says with a small smile. "And you? I'm glad to see you're in one piece as well."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Hope he got a sufficient amount of treats and petting when you all got back." She nods, raising one shoulder as if to say it wasn't any great accomplishment. "Didn't leave the building until the coast was clear, so I was completely away from the fray."

After a very brief hesitation, she adds, "What was it like?"

"Of course. He's a very conscientious animal." He's also a working dog, which means that much of what he does for Sebastian is less a trick and just part of his dog-job.

"It wasn't good. We couldn't help a lot of people, but all in all, I don't think it'll be too much long term damage to the city as a whole." From the way he talks about it, being out and about in the madness of the city under plague really doesn't seem to have been all that bad. Either he's not easily affected by horrors, or he's seen far worse and fungal zombies and giant ants don't really compare.

"I had a dog once, a puppy. It's been a while, though, and I don't think he'd have had much success doing actual useful things."

Tosh's smile turns sympathetic. She knows how that feels, having to measure success in terms of acceptable losses. "It's better doing something that's only somewhat helpful than doing nothing at all. Thank you."

"Velcro was in training to be a working dog when he got cracked on the head and now, he's hardly got a sense of smell. Still, he does his job well." Tosh has probably seen Velcro on a day where Sebastian had put on his official 'dog on a job' vest. Not only does it ensure that people don't distract Velcro, but it goes a long way to letting Sebastian have his space on the days he needs it.

"There's no need to thank me. It was just my job."

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It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

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/facepalm wrong journal

IT HAPPENS

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fff, LJ, why no notif?

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