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apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-22 01:46 am
bindlestifflost) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-22 01:46 am
(Open Log) You gotta know when to hold 'em
Who: George Milton, Nick Valentine, and anybody who shows up
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.
Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.
They read:
Cards and Beer
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.
The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.
George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.
((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.
Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.
They read:
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.
The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.
George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.
((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))
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[He might be stating the obvious a little there.]
You knowed him very long? I only jes' met him recently. We went to one a' them basements in Dogtown, found a bunch a' bloated cans.
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[ To put it lightly. It's good to know neither of them was out there poking about in Dogtown basements alone.
Dangerous business. ]
I've known Crowley for ages. Most of my life by this point, I expect. [ Depending on how old his human alias is supposed to be. Fifties, probably. Well, it's true either way. ] Funny how time flies.
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[The words hang a little flat and heavy. Fortunately, he's not the type to dwell or drag out the more difficult things, especially not at a party and not with strangers.]
It is funny. I only had one fella I knowed my whole life. We come up together, and then hit the road together to find work.
[He can talk about Lennie like this, the surface parts that don't hurt, especially when he's talking to someone with a point of similarity. There's something to being with someone through all of the twists, turns, and changes that made you...well, you.]
How'd you meet him?
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[ The best-laid centuries and getting on well and all that. ]
I can't say I have much rapport with anyone that I, I grew up with. [ So to speak. ] I hope that was something of a comfort for you.
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He's quiet for a bit at the question. Maybe quiet for a bit too long before that twitchy shoulder of his is rolling its half shrug.]
Not as much as you might think. I, uh, had to look out for him. He wasn't real... Wasn't real right in the head. Good guy. Good to me, but not much a comfort.
[He can't bring himself to lie about Lennie altogether, not with regard to something like that.]