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.
cailisairgid: (doubts ∞ seem frosty gems that glitter)

[personal profile] cailisairgid 2011-08-17 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Sol makes a quick lips-zipped gesture, amused. "Your secret's safe with me. Solomon Koenig- unwanted by Ceith," in other words, not on any of the missions, "but I can console myself with the fact Sir Hellsing likes me." Because he works for her. (And reminds her worryingly of her father - he's like the lost Hellsing, it's bizarre.)
alan_shore: (off-kilter)

[personal profile] alan_shore 2011-08-26 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alan Shore." He shifts the scotch to his left hand and extends the right for shaking. If his curiosity hadn't been piqued before, it is now. "And I hope for your sake Sir Hellsing's affections are expressed more gently than Ceith's."
cailisairgid: (lit ∞ sharper the frantic ear and eye)

[personal profile] cailisairgid 2011-08-28 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sol's grip is firm and friendly - no pissing match here - and his hands don't really say 'desk job' to anyone. "Not much," he says, candidly. "Paramilitary doesn't really do 'gently'."