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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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"Miss Anna," Aimery said as he slid off his barstool, giving a polite, respectful bow of his head and shoulders, "You are even more lovely in person." He gestured at the seat next to him, offering it to her- that's why he got up, because you stand when inviting a lady to sit with you. "And yes, please do forgive me for not coming by immediately. I decided to spend the day in my room, settling in."
Read: moping.
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Anna is perfectly conscious of the pleasant little bow shape her mouth forms when it curves at the edges into a second, satisfied smile.
She accepts the proffered seat without hesitation: of course that is how a gentleman ought to behave like that around her, and Aimery le Gode is certainly exactly that. The only disappointment is that there are so few like him in Baedal.
"You apologize so nicely; how could I do anything but accept?" A pause, and she looks at him with careful curiosity: she had spent her first several days in the city being utterly miserable. "And...Baedal does require rather a lot of...settling, doesn't it."
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"That it does, though the first time I was whisked away to a city like this, I spent a good week hiding in my room and refusing to exit. Thought I'd wake up back at home at any moment." There was amusement in his voice, a small smile on his lips, and he was most definitely being self-deprecating. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I see you already have one. You must let me get your next one, though."