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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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"I hope you can find a few minutes to introduce me to Sonja. What exactly is the purpose of 'fogruns'?"
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"What kinds of things do you find there?" He's really not concerned with the surviving part, despite having never actually ventured into the fog. It's that superhero ego.
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He tilts his head toward the bar. "Will you let me buy you a drink to celebrate your return?"
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(Until quite recently, it would've been fair to say she didn't know any nice gentlemen. Boromir breaks the curve, it's sickening.)
"A brandy alexander," she adds, looking back toward the bar to gauge how long it's going to take the bartender to get to them.
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He orders the drink she asks for, and a refill on his own scotch. "I feel as though I've been rather left out, Mr. Luthor has been monopolizing all of your time. Now that things are quiet again for now, and you're almost finished with your work for us, what do you plan to do with your time?"
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It's matter of fact, not a boast; music is a powerful intrinsic gift, and it isn't really fair to compare most musicians to the enchanting Nix. Her students, of course, already have the advantage - that enchantment carries into her teaching, and the adept skill she can teach could play fairies down out of the woods to hear it.
She can also lure listeners to death by drowning with the power of her singing voice, but let's not go into that.