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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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"Oh, yes, thank you," he says as he accepts the glass. "Rachel, isn't it? Do forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, but you are even more ravishing in person than you are through video."
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"You're not-- I mean-- Charles, right? The professor. At the university, how's that going? Did you start? Do you like it? It must've been a relief to be able to find something that was like, so suitable, so quickly. So many people don't. Not that that's got anything to do with you. Sorry. I'm happy for you and I hope it all works out. So that's a celebratory beer you're now holding, see, it all worked out. Also thank you. For the-- that was nice of you to say. And not out of turn. At all. Um."
Sorry, Charles. Someone has a bad habit of just sort of running off at the mouth when she's flustered, and surprise compliments from charming men are flustering enough without them coming on top of a couple hours' drinks too.
"...Hi. It's nice to finally meet you in person."
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"And to answer your questions, as best as I can at any rate: yes, I am Charles the professor. I was lucky enough to get hired on just before the start of term, so yes, I have started. I enjoy it very much and I would be more than pleased to celebrate with someone such as yourself."
"I think that about does it. Cheers?" He lifts his glass to her and does nothing to hide a cheeky grin.
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The smile that answers his is just as bright and warm, if not quite so bold. "I'm glad everything's working out for you! And glad to see you here-- I was hoping we'd get the chance to meet in person sometime soon."
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He's speaking her language and he doesn't even realize it.
"Thank you. That's kind of you to say. A person can always use a friend. Especially here. And I'm, I dunno." She shrugs, modest. "Reasonably familiar with the city. I've been here a few months?"
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She takes his arm and uses it to lead him to a booth that's just emptied, gesturing for him to sit. "I was here. There's quite a bit to go with the story, actually--what have you heard?"