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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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"Cynthia!" she shouts, from her new and interesting vantage point.
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"I'm almost sure I could put the heel of one through your neck," she says, slightly mollified.
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She makes eye contact with Ilde, too, whom she suspects may also be handling the introductions.
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"Sonja- this is Ivan." And Ivan, this is the by this point slightly mythic Sonja, who actually is a person and not the monster hiding under your bed. (Presumably she doesn't feel obliged to do a lot of hiding.) "He was about to buy me another drink." She's just decided that, evidently, but it seems fair to her slightly corkscrew-like logic.
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"Hands off the lady, asshole."
Ilde is a "friend". Nobody touches a "friend" without his or her permission. Or Cindy's.
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(Her actual perfume is by Robert Piguet, though.)
"You're making one hell of a first impression," she comments to Ivan. "Nice to meet you. You enjoying the festivities?"
Let's all small-talk!
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In response to Sonja's question, he says, "I am. I like watching people, and there's plenty of occasion for that." She's a threat, but not threatening, and Ilde's relaxation seems to have bought him a reprieve. He can small talk.
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He scores a B so far. Cindy's rather proud of Ilde.
"So you buy drinks by literally picking up women? Gotta give you credit for that one."
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She just watches, head tilted to the side just slightly, smiling a little as she listens.
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Jesus, Cindy. What kind of princess are you?
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"Bourbon suits."
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She sticks out a hand to Sonja and curls her fingers in repeatedly, a sign she wants some of that cancer stick. Don't be greedy, Sonja. "That said, I don't know what you two kids have between you, but keep it safe and if I hear you fucked up, I'll fuck you up." That's not to say Sonja won't have a part of him, right?
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