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multiversallogs2011-10-26 06:32 pm
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then I stop to think and I ask myself why; it's one of those things that darling, you must try.
Who: Antonin Dolohov and Evan Rosier, plus any other Death Eater around if they make it back to the house! YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED
What: WELCOME TO BAEDAL, ANTONIN, I BROUGHT YOU SOME CHAMPAGNE
Where: the Valhalla Inn, possibly elsewhere
When: shortly after Antonin's post to the network
Notes: "I realized something. Antonin is older than most of the death eaters. HE'S THE ONE BUYING BOOZE. That's why everyone likes him. He's the older brother with the car and the beer bong." we are the most serious Death Eater RPers
Warnings: a probable lack of beer bongs, but no promises
Whenever Antonin finds his way downstairs, he may find Evan lounging in the public room, drinking pink champagne straight from the bottle. He is slightly less rumpled than he was over the CiD, having reasoned that commanding Antonin to take a shower requires a certain level of appearance so as not to be hypocritical. So he's wearing most of a suit, just in a careless way, but with no robe, only a long jacket. In deference to the manager, he's keeping his shoes off the coffee table, which is in any case taken up with what is presumably Antonin's 'surprise'. It is a very graciously decorated basket containing bubble bath, fruit, and some possibly mysterious foil packets.
(There is, incidentally, a banana, in case questions arise.)
His expression before he registers Antonin's presence is pensive — not, perhaps, exactly a look he commonly wore in public, and certainly not around Antonin. The difference in their age is significant enough that he never considered Antonin a peer, and he wasn't very close with his peers either, in any case. It's kind of worse now that Antonin's gone through an extra fifteen or so years and Evan hasn't changed at all, but that's nothing he's going to address right now, unless he's forced. And he's sure Antonin won't.
"Drink?" He offers the bottle. It's very nearly full, implying he hasn't been drinking very long, but the perpetually refilling nature of it, thank you, gods of Baedal, means that is a definite lie. Not that it shows with Evan. It's only champagne, anyway.
What: WELCOME TO BAEDAL, ANTONIN, I BROUGHT YOU SOME CHAMPAGNE
Where: the Valhalla Inn, possibly elsewhere
When: shortly after Antonin's post to the network
Notes: "I realized something. Antonin is older than most of the death eaters. HE'S THE ONE BUYING BOOZE. That's why everyone likes him. He's the older brother with the car and the beer bong." we are the most serious Death Eater RPers
Warnings: a probable lack of beer bongs, but no promises
Whenever Antonin finds his way downstairs, he may find Evan lounging in the public room, drinking pink champagne straight from the bottle. He is slightly less rumpled than he was over the CiD, having reasoned that commanding Antonin to take a shower requires a certain level of appearance so as not to be hypocritical. So he's wearing most of a suit, just in a careless way, but with no robe, only a long jacket. In deference to the manager, he's keeping his shoes off the coffee table, which is in any case taken up with what is presumably Antonin's 'surprise'. It is a very graciously decorated basket containing bubble bath, fruit, and some possibly mysterious foil packets.
(There is, incidentally, a banana, in case questions arise.)
His expression before he registers Antonin's presence is pensive — not, perhaps, exactly a look he commonly wore in public, and certainly not around Antonin. The difference in their age is significant enough that he never considered Antonin a peer, and he wasn't very close with his peers either, in any case. It's kind of worse now that Antonin's gone through an extra fifteen or so years and Evan hasn't changed at all, but that's nothing he's going to address right now, unless he's forced. And he's sure Antonin won't.
"Drink?" He offers the bottle. It's very nearly full, implying he hasn't been drinking very long, but the perpetually refilling nature of it, thank you, gods of Baedal, means that is a definite lie. Not that it shows with Evan. It's only champagne, anyway.