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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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"Rachel! Cheers!" He is a little buzzed, at this point, but doing his darnedest to hide it. It's not like he isn't full of smiles when he's sober, anyway.
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"Eddie! Hi!" And there's a bright smile. "It's good to see you! Are you having a good time?"
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"The cohort should do more together, really. Getting a feel for the group dynamic is a great excuse to dress up and spend an evening out."
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"And I agree. We need more things we enjoy doing instead of just the things we have to do, like working and stuff, and are forced to do, like dealing with giant ants and other things like that. Also we need to just meet each other more. There are so many faces here I don't recognize."
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"Have you met Aimery yet, though? He's only just arrived to our cohort. I know, yet another one."
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She pauses a moment, thinking. "Aimery... yes! Yes, I did, earlier. He seems very nice. Do you know him?"
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And then she gets a bit thoughtful. "If there was another me, I hope she didn't do anything dumb. That'd be totally embarrassing."
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She smiles, sipping from her drink. "Tell me a story. Tell me if you've met anyone interesting here tonight."
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"Ohhh, a story. Well I've been talking to a few people tonight, but the strangeness with Aimery likely is the best story that's mine to tell, from tonight. I'm not going to steal the other guy's story. I suppose it all depends on what kind of story you'd like to hear."
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