http://bonhomme7h.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bonhomme7h.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-08-08 08:05 pm

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.

[identity profile] pridegoesbefore.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Or bars at all, really."

She can't bring herself to dress down, nor will she alter her carriage or bearing; she's never felt the need to blend in, although this place is enough to make her more than a little aware that she doesn't even come close to doing so.

"But a celebration is a celebration, and being alive is rather nice."
defenestration: (secret sirens and knowing looks)

[personal profile] defenestration 2011-08-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
The time in Adrian's life when he made any attempt to blend in was left behind years ago, when he was younger even than Narcissa appears to be. He understands.

"And certainly all the reason we need to celebrate. Have you been in Baedal very long?"

[identity profile] pridegoesbefore.livejournal.com 2011-08-17 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
She's long ago learned that her looks are noticeable, though she's yet to fully capitalise on them.

"Not overly so - a couple of months is my estimate. And yourself?"