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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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Friendship.
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Looking almost sincere, he pouts and bats his eyelashes before speaking, "If you keep your hand in my back pocket, will you expect me to carry your books to school?"
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"I'll be good," she promises, with the sort of wide-eyed ingenuousness that her face was designed for.
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"Is that your advice in all things?"
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(Freedom goes hand in hand with it, after all.)
...still, the fact she beeps his nose a moment later is just down to the drink.
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"Three is the traditional number and where we can start for now. Ask and I'll answer." There's something oddly formal to his speech and it's at times like these that he's less a purveyor of exotic goods and more of an inhuman creature bound by unusual rules.
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Her head tilts to the side. "What drives you?"
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That is an exaggeration.
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After a moment, she says, "I'm from Calais, originally. But I don't speak it very well as I used to." Spitefully and deliberately neglecting a language in favour of others will do that, she's found; Robin said something about teaching her, a while ago.
(Of course the parts she keeps are the ones she can use to be argumentative.)
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Hm.
"I've got two more questions, don't I."
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«What do you make of your kind here?» A beat, and then she adds, as though it just occurred to her, «There's a woman here with my face. I told her to talk to you.»
Here in Baedal, not here at the party...though she might come. Who knows! Ilde hasn't seen her yet. Maybe Katherine will come, she'd like that.
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"Is there? I'll be sure to be welcoming."
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His answer suits her, either way; she adds, guilelessly, "You seem to know how things work around here." She has a knack for that twist of perfectly innocent that she probably shouldn't - someone who can lie that well when she puts her mind to it oughtn't be allowed to.
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"It's one talent among many and has taken not a little time." There's a high turnover among newcomers, which has gone a long way to helping settle Réjean into the city, but even so, with only a quarter of a century in Baedal he knows that quite a few vampires still consider him too new to associate with.
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