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Glitch ([personal profile] aintnoconvict) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2013-03-01 05:33 pm

061 ± [visual / location: the black friar] done with all the circlin' round

"All right, I'll try and make this quick:"

Glitch? Getting to the point in a reasonable amount of time? Is it possible?

"For those who don't know me: my name's Glitch, I'm that guy who's been here since forever and kinda know the most about all the...stuff that goes on here. Sorta."

No, no it is not.

"Anyway, ah...I've been studying the lighthouse and found some peculiarities with the light-beam thingy which I wanna discuss with everyone. Or most of you, if you can make it. Plus there was that whole hanging out and having drinks thing which I mentioned before all the stuff north of the river happened-- hey we can talk about that too."

Yeah he is taking notes now, all frowny and confuzzled.

"Right! Unless you've got something drastic going on, let's meet at the Black Friar after sundown for the...sunlight-avoidant. First round of drinks is on me. See you later."


ooc: Gathering of the citizens! This is a mingle log so tag in, tag each other, frolic away. I will be adding a tag of Glitch discussing his Very Scientific Observations and there will e a Q&A to follow which I hope will e full of threadjacking. And here havesome pub details. Go go go!
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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-03-01 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Long slinks in wearing an air of discontent like he wears his coat. Normally he is an amiable attendee of any of Taxon's social gatherings-- if nothing else they provide ample opportunity to people-watch-- but in truth he would rather be in his hotel room having a fine sulk contemplating the fickle nature of their captors and/or the universe, which gives with the right hand and taketh away with the left. This contemplation would be best eased and lubricated by a fine Scotch.

However, Glitch has asked, and because it is Glitch asking, Long has bestirred himself and donned layers of clothes against the winter and is now sidling on inside and wondering to what extent it would be poor form were he to visit that rather attractive and gleaming bar first (and what lovely long lines of bottles, also gleaming), before settling in to listen to the Talking.

Either way, he is here. To be cornered, greeted, or anything else.
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[personal profile] hasaheart 2013-03-01 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Cain elbows the front door open, gets his foot hooked 'round the edge of it, and pulls it open far enough that he can slip into the warm indoors. Why elbows and heels of boots, you ask: he comes bearing goods. He carries a picnic style basket in one hand (from which the unmistakable aromas of bread and cheese and ham and is that sun dried tomatoes(?) come wafting). He promised he'd bring something, and he did.

In the other hand is a small, neatly wrapped parcel (green wrapping, and an even brighter green bow) with his best friend's name on it. Figuratively and literally speaking.

Once he's found a place to leave his basketful of tasty treats and seen his Annual's End gift safely to his friend, well, there's only one thing left to do, which he's notoriously bad exactly good at.

Mingle.
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[personal profile] thepersianyouth 2013-03-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ever wonder why you didn't notice a certain braceleted person of very Mediterranean looks walk through the door? He sits very near the center of proceedings, with glossy waves aspiring to be curls atop his head, and dangling green earrings, and a bright blue kaftan and pants, and intricately painted hands. He should be hard to miss.

The answer is simple: he got here early. Very early indeed.
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[personal profile] whyfearthedark 2013-03-01 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Nuada arrives at the Black Friar as he does every other place he goes: with as little pomp and ceremony as possible. That he is visually striking is not something he'll make excuse for, and should one or two of the Extra patrons at the bar cower in his presence, well, that is hardly his problem.

As little as he cherishes the thought of associating with humans, as intrigued is he by Glitch's findings. As far as he's concerned, this is more a matter of business than anything else.
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-03 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
It's his very first gathering in Taxon, and he's late. But Metody has a good reason; he was at a bath house, cleaning himself and the inside of his suit. The humid air in the bath house extended the drying process, and he may have fallen asleep at some point, but look, here he is, scrubbed clean and..still smelling of steel mills. But at least he tried.

He hesitates at the doorway, startled by the dark, heavy interior, then slips up to the back of the group.
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[personal profile] hasaheart 2013-03-03 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Cain replies, handing over the basket and seeing the chance of adding a one-armed hug to the proceedings, he runs with that idea.

"Say no more. Here," he adds, placing the neatly wrapped gift box on top of the white-and-blue checkered cloth. "Open it whenever you want, but..." He shrugs, and his eyebrows mimic the motion. "Before I forget: it's to remind you of your past, so you can go forward in the new annual."

The words said, according to their Ozian ways, Wyatt tips his hat and heads for the bar. Cider might be nice. It's been ages since he last had a proper cider.

In the box itself, there's a round, flat wood carving much more stylized and less detailed than the picture reference of the olden times O.Z logotype - the capital O and Z intertwined as if there never was and never would be so much as a punctuation mark between them.
Edited (reference pics et.c <3) 2013-03-03 22:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] trojanhorst 2013-03-05 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Two men show up together: one dressed fashionably, the other more conservative. The first one through the door is dark-haired, all smiles: Horst Brauer, to those who know him. The man following just after him is a shade shorter, fair-haired, and evincing no smiles whatsoever, but for all their dissimilarities, Horst and Johannes Cabal share enough features in common that the outside observer might recognize them as relations. At the door, they briefly exchange words, but with a few glances around them that say neither of them considers this the place for a lengthy discussion -- after that, they part ways, going to their separate pursuits.

Horst mingles in among the little crowd, offering brief, warm hellos to people he knows enough to smile at, glancing back to check on his brother between conversations. Here and there, he stops in a corner to watch the people around him, nursing a drink from the bar and studying the little social groups and details of relationships that crop up in the conversations in front of him. These two are close, those two are avoiding each other, that one is alone... This is his first opportunity to see a gathering of this many of the city's captive residents. He'd best make the most of it.
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[personal profile] personaldemon 2013-03-05 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Jason Blood didn't particularly want to come; what else is new. But there's only so much staying at home one can do, and besides, he might see Remus Lupin, and he has something in the Gladstone bag that he wishes Lupin to see, so...

He takes a seat in a corner, listening to Glitch talk with his usual neutral anti-socializing face in place.
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jeremy is useless.

[personal profile] kings_fool 2013-03-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jeremy lifts a hand and waves it around like this is class and Glitch is the teacher. If Glitch makes any indication that he can talk, he'll take it.

"This, uh, lighthouse beam thing, is it possible it is gamma-radiated energy and it'll turn you into the Impossible Bulk?"
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-03-05 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Paul Smecker gives pale-but-brightly-dressed a little nod from over the rim of his coffee cup.

"We don't bite," he says at Metody lurking at the edges. "...well, most of us don't. Hi."

Vaguely familiar-- memories from the high school glitch-- but Paul knows he was pretty far from himself during that so it stands to reason other people might not have been either. "It's Metody, right?"
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Metody ducks his head at being noticed, but edges forward. A little. Ever so very a little.

"Metody, yes. And you're - " and there is a cringingly embarrassing moment as he gropes for a name. During the glitch, all he saw was the surface aspect of people - their skin, their hair, their body language. Now that his vision is working properly again, what he sees is the bones first and the flesh second, and that makes figuring out who is who a bit tricky.

" - Paul..?"
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-03-05 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Got it in one," Paul says half-into-his-mug, and has another sip. "Plus about thirty years, but what the hell."

He gives Metody a surreptitious once-over from the corner of his eye. Metody does not seem to have aged much, but is a hell of a lat paler without layers of bright colors on the skin as well. Interesting wardrobe choice, too.

"You want anything to drink?"
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"The same goes for me - well. More like ten. But still. I think I miss being a teenager in some ways." A wistful look crosses his face. He'd woken up with his back locked, likely from sleeping on a stone floor in a cave. Surely eighteen year old him could have handled that just fine.

"I...is there juice?"
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-03-05 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"God, I don't."

Paul leans back on the stool until his back is against the bar, and shrugs. "Probably. I'm sure they keep some on hand as a mixer for cocktails, most bars have to. Although this one's old-mannish enough it might not."

Paul cranes his head around and fires off some staccato questions at the Extra bartender. It appears they have OJ and pineapple juice, at least.
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Seventeen year old me could handle winter a little better." Possibly because he wasn't jam-packed with poisons, Metody.

Metody's eyes light up at the mention of the exotic juices. "Pineapple?!" At least it's a quiet exclamation. "I would love some!"

He won't taste it much and it'll blow through his grocery budget, but who cares? Pineapple!
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-03-05 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Paul gives Metody a little half-blink at the quiet-but-practically-squee'd enthusiasm at the mention. Oh-kay, pineapple juice it is.

He twists on the bar seat again, waves his braceletted wrist rudely towards the bartender until it dings-- he's not trying to be particularly generous, per se, but newbies get some freebies as far as he's concerned and anyway he's closer to the bar-- and he reaches back to hook a finger around the resulting juice glass, bring it back, and offer it over.

"Cheers, then. You're twenty-seven?" Slight skepticism.
Edited 2013-03-05 07:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Metody's head snaps back and forth as she looks between the two men. She's terrible at recognizing details in pictures - what with the lack of bones, they look fundamentally artificial to her - but in person, she can see the similarities between the two.

And the difference. Only one of them looks dead.

Perhaps it's something Horst did to himself, then, as a kind of disguise or camouflage, and Johannes didn't feel the need? Or maybe it's a natural variation, like blue eyes or red hair, and one brother just didn't get it?

Finally, she realizes how obvious she's being, and sheepishly lifts a hand to give them a little wave of greeting.
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh - oh, gosh, thanks." This is a bit startling. He'll have to get Paul something nice in return, once he knows what he likes. Or maybe pineapple juice is easier to get here? He's already seen all kinds of fruit in unnatural season.

"Thirty, actually. I know - I look a bit younger."
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-03-05 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Paul shrugs away the thanks, digging out his cigarettes even as he slides the glass to Metody. "Yeah, don't mention it."

There's a whiff of-- something-- when he slides the glass over, which Paul notes, files away with a slight tightening of his mouth, it's a smell that evokes the word chemotherapy in his head. He lights his cigarette to help cover the scent.

"You do look younger," he says neutrally. "Immortal?"

They've got enough of those running around Taxon, after all. It's a legit question.
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
" - what?" In what world is that even a possib- Paul's world, apparently. Metody takes the glass, wide-eyed.

"Golly, no, I wish. I had some work done on my face after an accident, and since I'm so pale now...it's trompe l'oeil youth, I'm afraid."
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-03-05 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahh," Paul says, accepting that. The smoothness of surgery, alright. In a way he's almost disappointed that it's something so mundane; Taxon has numbed him to just about everything weird that would once have left his poor human psyche screaming protest.

Anyway he's just as happy you're not a vampire, pale Metody. Paul's had ~experiences~ with vampires.

Though the thought of a vampire who says 'golly, no' does sort of make him smile into his coffee mug.

"How long have you been here now? I know you were here before we all became Callow Youth Once More, but I don't believe I'd said hi."
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-03-05 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, surgery. It's all surgery. Yes.

"I arrived...gosh, I guess two or three days before the change? Something like that. I was a bit disoriented at the time."

Paul has been carrying the conversation, and it's high time Metody made a bit of effort. "I'm a - back home, I was a grad student. What'd you grow up to be?"

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