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Nov 19, 2011 23:01

Saffron had always spent much of her time outside - sunbathing, swimming, walking from place to place and the like. The past couple of weeks, though, she’d been outdoors even more than usual. David was hovering more than ever, in plain sight anytime Saffron was outside, more likely than not right by her if there was a place for him to land. It was ( Read more... )

delirium, saffron, nick gautier, bill weasley, jack harkness, gathering, phedre no delaunay, zell dincht

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red_ponytail November 20 2011, 07:31:07 UTC
Bill had seen the movie The Last of the Mohicans earlier in the year, so when November's theme night came around, he used that as a reference and costumed himself to look like Hawkeye. It was comfortable, though his long, unbound hair was still its usual Weasley red instead of dark brown, and the fake gun strapped across his back was soon replaced by a guitar strap. There was also the fact that he was smiling a hell of a lot more than Hawkeye'd ever seemed to, but Bill had reasons to smile. Several very good reasons, and so he was grinning as he took the stage, and grinning as he mingled between sets.

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submitwithwill November 20 2011, 18:01:57 UTC
I was becoming used to what the people here considered music, the rhythms and the lyrics while strange, still had some beauty, as did the man playing. I'd always admired musicians, my own lessons made me proficient but hardly talented and those with genuine skill I held a little in awe. Like the rest of the audience, I applauded when the playing was done, but unlike many, I held back, content to study the crowd and how it interacted, perhaps a little intimidated, but mostly curious and hesitant to intrude.

Instead, I stood off to the side, a drink in my hand, only tasted. I wanted my wits fully about me until I knew the people better.

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red_ponytail November 23 2011, 07:40:39 UTC
Wearing an easy smile as he descended from the stage, Bill chatted with people he knew, not in any particular hurry to get anywhere, just enjoying the night and the time he had between sets to mingle and possibly grab a drink or two. He enjoyed his job at the club, first for the music, but also because he got to be social.

He didn't expect to see her standing there, drink in her hand as if she'd never left. His gaze was drawn to her as though he'd known just where to find her, even though he'd not had a clue. She stood out, always had, a shining star in a room full of flickering candles. Bill moved toward her, his throat tight, and when he finally was able to speak, it was automatic to do so in French.

"My god, Phedre? Is that really you?"

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submitwithwill November 23 2011, 15:40:16 UTC
His was not the first face to recognize mine without recognition of my own, but there was something different in the gaze, something that I was perhaps afraid to recognize. Alcuin had warned me that these things might happen, that those that had bee on this island long enough to have known me might approach, but I was still uncertain on how to respond to them. Instinct and manners took over, with my face perhaps showing a little of my shock as I tried to manage as best I could.

"Yes, it is, but I must beg your pardon. I've been told I'm familiar to some here, but I have no memory of you, Sir." I could only hope that my words did not wound him harshly.

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submitwithwill November 20 2011, 07:46:45 UTC
I had seen many things in my life, some wondrous, some terrible, but few as strange as the sights that appeared before me on this night. I had been determined to visit as many of the island's establishments as I could in an attempt to learn more about the populace, but this one was quite confusing. It's intent was clear, I'd only needed to see one of the performances to recognize it for what it was, but it's execution was quite beyond my ken.

Was there some sort of festival I was unaware of?

Unsure who, or even how to ask, I moved towards what I understood to be the tavern-keeper of the evening and ordered some wine. Of all the strange drinks served here, it was the one I was the most familiar with and one I knew how to handle as I turned to watch the people around me, committing faces and voices to memory as I'd been taught.

[ooc: Phédre is wearing a simple sundress. That the pattern kinda goes with the theme is an accident.]

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captainjack November 20 2011, 08:45:19 UTC
Jack caught sight of a familiar face and made his way over. He'd dressed as a cowboy for the evening, hat and vest and chaps fitting him well.

"Hello," he said, wondering if she might be who he thought she was. In his time here he'd learned to never assume who a person was based on just how they looked, but that beautiful face was kind of unforgettable.

"Jack Harkness," he said as he offered his hand. "You look like someone who's never been theme night."

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submitwithwill November 20 2011, 08:51:27 UTC
I didn't know, initially, how to react. The gesture was becoming familiar, the offering of a hand, not for a kiss, but to be shaken and as I returned the gesture I tucked the name and face into my memory. Elua only knew what I was to make of the clothing he wore.

In a situation such as this, I felt that a little more formality might be useful, so at the last moment, I decided to give him my name entire. "Phédre nò Delaunay de Montrève." Adding a slight curtsy, a gesture more familiar, I added, "And what, Messire, is a 'theme night'?"

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captainjack November 20 2011, 08:55:51 UTC
"Phedre," he repeated, the familiar name like honey on his tongue. Jack recalled how jealous he had been of her, his first real experience with jealousy. It seemed like so long ago.

"Theme night is, hmm, dress up. One night a month we have a night where we choose a theme- tonight it's cowboys and indians- and all of us who work here put on these costumes. It's just a little fun. Something different," he explained.

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darkest_hunter November 20 2011, 14:57:41 UTC
It was only a matter of time, really, before Nick gravitated towards the strip club. He'd been to a few of the other bars, usually spent his nights nursing a beer there and watching the other residents interact from the anonymity of the shadows. It was how he'd spent his life before coming here, it was how he was comfortable now.

This place for him, though, was a test - a test to see how far he'd come since the day he'd killed himself.

He took a seat near the stage, ordered a beer, and was bombarded by memories of his earlier life, his human life, his mother; and without Ambrose there to fill him with rage, he was able to start to heal, just a little.

Of course, he hadn't a clue they did themes here, and he was dressed the same as he always was, the only difference being he'd changed jeans and Docs for shorts and flip flops. He still had his jacket, and still had his sword hidden beneath it.

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spirited_hero November 20 2011, 21:43:17 UTC
darkest_hunter November 20 2011, 22:02:23 UTC
Nick's mouth twisted into a smile when the indian approached him. "Enjoying myself well enough, yeah, thanks." He had been quick enough to spot the theme of the night and knew enough of strip clubs not to give the guy a hard time about the outfit. Rene had had to dress in drag one night at his mom's club - and that was no mean feat for a guy 6' and about 280.

He did notice the guy's face, though, and nodded. "Nice ink."

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spirited_hero November 20 2011, 22:53:05 UTC

spirited_hero November 20 2011, 20:35:42 UTC
endlessdel November 21 2011, 10:31:32 UTC
"Hello Zello," Delirium greeted with a smile, reaching up to pat his blonde spikes hiding amongst the headdress. "I thought you should know I am going to start a brawl. I'm going to get into a fight, I'm going to smash a chair over someone's head possibly my Captain and throw a drink at someone and what else is necessary in a bar brawl? Oh, a piano player to play whilst I am fighting. You should find me a piano player."

Delirium was joking but her face was such concentrated seriousness that it was hard to know that.

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spirited_hero November 21 2011, 12:33:52 UTC
endlessdel November 21 2011, 16:22:42 UTC
"You wish you could take me but I'm afraid you would lose. I'd chew you up and eat you like jello Zello." Delirium said with a grin. "I will bring a foam chair and beat you senseless with that or maybe a foam anchor or a real anchor."

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