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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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She waited for her new drinking companion to settle onto the stool and then she smiled again. "Have you been here in the city long?" It was the standard question one asked when meeting someone new, she'd found; it gave everyone a common point for conversation.
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"Thank you..." And a nod to the barkeep as her drink is presented. She sips cautiously, then smiles when it's not nearly as horrid as she expected something so garish to be. "A couple of months. There were people here I already knew, which made settling in less of a chore. And yourself?"
Ah, chit chat.
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She frowns.
"I'm not sure how to explain it without sounding utterly mad."
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"I think a lot must go on in this place that makes one sound utterly mad." She smiles. "I've seen and experienced enough in my own life, and here, to make me very wary of dismissing anyone as mad right away."
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"I've met myself, you see - and her husband. At some point, my existence splintered, and parallel universes appear to have formed."
There's a rather hefty sip, this time.
"One might argue that they're simply from farther ahead in my timeline, but I've discovered discrepancies in the details that preclude this."
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Ava's not sure how well she'd take meeting herself.
"I've heard rumors about all sorts of alternate universe things going on here in the city. People who say they know each other from another place or who recognize people who don't in turn recognize them."
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Meeting oneself is either horrifying or enlightening. She finds she's hoping it was the latter for both parties.
"Mm, that's about the long and short of it. I'm given to understand that this sort of... large-scale abduction happens across all sorts of eventualities, but no one ever seems to know why."
She eyes her drink thoughtfully.
"The lack of recognition is likely a psychological fail-safe to prevent us all from succumbing to insanity."
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Ava lets out a sigh. She's given some thought to the question of why. "I wish we had more of a reason than what the brochure rather unhelpfully tells us. But then I suppose if we knew why we might figure a way out."
A pause.
"Or perhaps, it's as you said. The lack of a reason is another failsafe against widespread insanity."