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multiversallogs2011-08-08 08:05 pm
bonhomme7h.livejournal.com) wrote in multiversallogs2011-08-08 08:05 pm
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 spots Boromir in he crowd; just a slight turn changes her forward momentum into an intercept course. "Boromir! Hi!"
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She hadn't been called to go on one of the quests; she was glad for that.
"What about you? How are you?"
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And because she's newly arrived, empty handed and they'll probably keep talking, "Can I get you a drink?"
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A wild bar keeper appears and asks what they'd like. "Another of whatever soda that was, and...?" He turns to Ava.
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"A glass of white wine, please. Thank you," she adds, offering Boromir a smile, and then an admission: "I don't know if that holds, where I'm from. I don't know anyone else with foresight. It's apparently an uncommon gift."
this tag was lost ;_; but now it is found!
"It usually only comes to people with elven ancestry in my world, or else someone particularly wise." Then, because he realises how that sounded, "And I can say most assuredly that my one instance of foresight was caused by my lineage."
\o/
And what drives her to share--a gift should be paid forward, information comes with responsibility.
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And then she laughs, shaking her head. "It's a party and I'm discussing deep, serious matters, I should stop at once."
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"But you're right. I have a habit of being too serious, and inevitably make everything else the same."
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