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multiversallogs2011-08-08 08:05 pm
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Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: apache,
- anna demirovna,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- jack benjamin,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- npc,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- solomon koenig,
- sonja garin,
- { boromir,
- } adrian veidt,
- } aimery le gode,
- } alan shore,
- } arthur,
- } asbjørn strand,
- } brie cormac,
- } cindy,
- } edward nigma,
- } isobel saltzman,
- } jack harkness,
- } lex luthor,
- } mabel albans,
- } narcissa black,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } pickman,
- } remy lebeau,
- } rochelle,
- } ruby van alst,
- } réjean sept-heure,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } toshiko sato,
- } wanda maximoff
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.
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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And yes, that is totally an appraising gaze sweeping over you, sir. She notes that he appears to be in better condition than when last they talked; satisfied, she offers him a smile.
"Not bad, thanks. Glad to see you here, how are you?"
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When the bartender shows up, Hellboy says, "Just water for me, thanks," then shrugs at the dirty face he gets in return. He looks over at Rachel. "You?"
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"A beer, please. Thank you." The bartender turns away and Rachel shoots an equally dirty look at his retreating back--it's none of his business if a big red guy wants a damn glass of water and not some booze, God.
"It's nice to see everyone celebrating. I think we could use it after all the crap lately."
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The bartender's problem was probably more about Hellboy not ordering a drink he'd be charged for than anything else. Still, at least it's delivered in a clean glass, along with Rachel's beer.
"Yeah. After the first invasion, Hellsing had a barbecue, but that was just as much a meet-and-greet for all the new folks in the organization."
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She smiles. "A barbecue's a great idea. People work best when they know each other reasonably well, I think. And when they get a chance to see what their coworkers are like outside the line of duty. That's something we didn't get a chance to have before all this questing business--probably would've helped your team, huh?"
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"So how's the couch working out for you?"
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Yes, indeed, Hellboy: Interior Decorator. (No.)
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Someone's an old fogey.
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