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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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"That's interesting," he says, a little coldly, but he's calming down again, or at least settling into a decision about how he needs to approach this now, after Aimery's statement. "At least you're aware that they're missing. That's something."
He drinks more of his beer, then continues. "You know, to some extent, who I am, don't you?" There.
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"Perhaps. I know you, yet I don't know you, or perhaps I knew someone much like you, but," Aimery tapped at his temple with the mouth of his beer bottle, "as I just said, my memory's a tad cloudy. Are you sure you've never been to the city I spoke of, Bete Noire?"
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"As far as I'm aware, I've lived my whole life in Gotham City, and spent a little over the past year in Arkham Asylum. Recovering. I'd been ill..." He looks back over at Aimery, still frowning. He's been upfront with anyone who's bothered to listen about where he'd been and why, but now he doesn't want to explain it, because now the context isn't how awesome he was for trying to redeem himself, but about the flaws in his mind. "I may have had some weird dream."
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God, the serious talk was harshing his buzz. He didn't stop his sigh this time, and tilted his head slightly as he continued, "All I remember are little bits, a sense of things, like that we were very good, close friends, that you enjoy laughter, and that I shouldn't annoy you. I didn't even recall your name until you told me."
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"It's in my best interests to keep tabs on you, in case you remember anything that could be an inconvenience or of use to me, or in case you are lying and are actually using mystical mind powers." He wiggles his fingers. "So, we may as well be friends. It'll be fun."
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"Good, that sounds a fair compromise of memory and current situation. If I remember anything, I'll be sure to tell you," he said with an affirmative nod, like the discussion of their friendship was over and accepted as fact. Back to fun times: "And I promise you I haven't any mind powers."
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"By all rights, I should. I end up in a place like this, and I stay all baseline human? That is so wrong, my god."
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He deliberately didn't clarify if he, too, was baseline human.
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He snickers. "It could always be worse. Actually, I'm so happy you've shown up!"
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Eddie waits to see what Aimery will order, and sets his mostly-finished drink down at the bar, in favor of whatever that will be. "And I'm bored," he adds, cheerfully.
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"Fairly certain. I should avoid making you angry, then? Haha..."
He's quiet while Aimery orders the new beers. "It's fun, sure. It's a long story. The short and totally unimpressive version would be that I get bored easily and am supposed to still be getting help from my doctor with that whole thing. The long version is much better, but not party conversation."
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He takes his beer and is glad for the excuse to pause in this explanation. It will give Aimery a chance to react, and that might even trigger some memory of how he was, elsewhere. Though, it occurs to him that this elsewhere self might not be anything like him at all. That would be interesting.