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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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She leans in to speak into Remy's ear, because a) it's loud in there and b) she can.
"We appear to have excellent timing." Because this is definitely turning into quite the party.
(Also, if the boys show up, they're getting Chaperoned. Sorry, kids, it's a bar and you are teenagers and your mom is old-fashioned.)
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"We're just that lucky, cher." Shut up, Gambit. He slides one arm around her middle, casual, and doesn't bother surveying the room, because he already did when the door opened. (A few people have caught his eye. Maybe later.) "Drink?" He thumbs in the general direction of the bar tender - yes, he will get his lovely girlfriend whatever she likes... okay, he will get her a beer or a well drink, he doesn't expect much more from this joint.
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There aren't many available tables, but by God, one of them will be theirs. Lady on a mission, right here.
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"Place is bumpin'," he observes, and then holds out his own glass for a private toast. "Nice to see, no?"
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Like Mr. Xavier, over yonder.
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"Yeah?" Remy leans, back against the wall instead of the booth, observing the mingling crowd. "Somebody smarter'n me aught to take notes on all the different worlds, no?"
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Look, it's weird. And after all the weird things they've been through, that's saying something.
"I'm a little glad not to see the kids here, though. I was wondering if they'd turn up..."
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"Well.." he shrugs, trying to look sheepish and not amused. "If they're old enough to save the world..." ... They're old enough to drink?
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But in her head they're still little; it's more than just seeing your babies grown up. She never got to see them mature, so there's an image in her head that's sixteen years old of them as very small. Wanda smiles just slightly, looking over at Remy.
"You've been doing well with having them here with us."
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"Yeah, well. They're pretty cool kids." His smile echoes hers, and Remy reaches over for her hand, idle, silently supportive. (It's a small remark, but they both know the significance of how easy he's taking to life with his girlfriend's kids.)
thanks for that lj
After a while, things start to get comfortable -- never truly steady, with the lives they lead, but some approximation of reliable, which is a quality worth its weight in gold and rubies, where they come from. Wanda is hoping they can extend some of that to the boys during their time here, but she's observed enough of Baedal to know that there's still some trouble to be found.
They'd probably get bored without.
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It's somehow more real with the boys; that layer of surreal seclusion is stripped away when they're forced to exist around other people that know them. It could all be over in a second, because of what they do and just who they are, as individuals, but for now, they're better this way.
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She shakes her head.
"What a family reunion...next all we need is my brother to turn up. Of course, the way things are going, he'll be fifteen years old."
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"Hey, can't be worse than that one guy, right?" He grins at her, teasing.