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

[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

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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[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"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.

/facepalm wrong journal

[wandandsickle]

"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.

IT HAPPENS

[cailisairgid]

"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. ]

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"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.

[wandandsickle]

"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."

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[wandandsickle]

"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.

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"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."

[cailisairgid]

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."

[wandandsickle]

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

fff, LJ, why no notif?

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

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."

[wandandsickle]

"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.

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"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.

[wandandsickle]

It takes Jones a moment, before she bursts out laughing. She would not call herself particularly funny, in any way, shape or form, but she appreciates Sebastian's sense of humor, even if she doesn't quite get it. "Then again, I can only be half-sure you're not serious, there," she notes, after a moment. "Who was it with that 'six impossible things before breakfast' line?"