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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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"It wasn't so much being born as..." He deliberates a moment before deciding that it's a bit late not to say anything; besides, as he once told someone, It's just my life. "...appearing in a fireball in a burned-out old church." Hellboy refuses to use the word summoned.
He shakes his head. "Roswell Army Air Field. Well, until '47, anyway. Then the Army needed the space, so the Bureau finally got its own headquarters in Connecticut." He points to the patch on one of his coat sleeves. "Uh, that's Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. Kind of like what Hellsing does here."
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Ah, now that's interesting. Tosh has kind of special curiosity about people from earlier decades. Particularly ones she's experienced for herself, however briefly. "Your Bureau sounds like our Torchwood, only were more interested in aliens than the paranormal. Actually most things people paint as being paranormal where I come from are really aliens."
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Toshiko's description of Torchwood causes him to perk up a bit, realizing that she's a colleague of sorts. "Huh. How about that. We mostly had actual supernatural stuff -- vampires, werewolves, freaking Nazis who can't stop messing with forces from beyond." That last is a bit of a thing for him, and he takes a breath to calm himself down. "That said, there was that one case in '85, that started with satanist kids and missing cows and ended up in an alien ship and... actually, that's really about as much as I want to say about that one."