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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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"He went back to his restaurant. It was only right, I mean that was his dream. I just didn't dare go with him." She recognizes the hardship that must have been involved for Remy to be away from his loved ones for that long (she thinks it might feel something like the weeks that always followed putting Tommy back into the freezer, until Tommy was gone for good), and reaches for Remy's arm. "You made it back, though. And it sounds like you all made it here together. That's what counts. You survived."
There are other things a person can survive besides physical harm, after all.
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"How'd you do, with all this crazy shit up in here lately?"
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The fact that she can think in terms of 'been dead already' and know that Remy would understand says a lot about why can pick up where they left off, after all this time.
"Got here in the middle of the monkeys and crows thing and got really comfortable with a shotgun. I spent this last one tucked away in Hellsing headquarters, though. You were probably right out there in the thick of it all, right?"
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"I like working there! It's interesting to work for women for a change. And considering how difficult it is to scrounge up modern technology here, I'm grateful for a job that lets me work with what's available. And...it's nice to be back in the game."
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Skeptical doesn't quite cut it.
"Huh." It's hard to tell, but his opinion is actually a little shifted, knowing it's run by women. "Long as it's good for you. Seems like this place needs the help though, with the Militia and all."