The Devil's Nest [Thursday Evening]

[texted3times]

Eric was opening the club tonight, a move that kind of shocked the DJ when he arrived five minutes late.

After being assured Eric wouldn't eat him this time, the DJ promised to play whatever Eric wanted.

Turned out the DJ didn't have ancient Norse ballads.

The new DJ would be there tomorrow. Tonight you were subjected to the contents of Eric's iPod.

There were plenty of ancient Norse ballads on that.

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The Bar

[texted3times]

Where Tiny will serve you if you're of age. And if you died too young, Tiny will feel very bad for you, but still not give you booze.

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[harpy-mother.livejournal.com]

Titian had managed to send Surreal off to find food for herself, and she'd made her way to the place where she'd find what she needed for the evening.

"Blood wine?" she asked, calling in a pouch of gold and putting it on the bar. "Or blood, or whatever I can get."

She'd drink before her daughter came back.

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[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

Irina wasn't sure to look for Jack, but there were only two bars in town and she was going for the one that smelled better. She ordered a straight vodka and sipped it appreciatively. It had been a long time since she could enjoy a drink.

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack ... couldn't properly explain why he was at work today, but he was going to justify it with the thought that no one needed to explain why he needed a drink after spending the evening chatting with someone who was meant to be dead.

He's gotten Tiny to mix him a vodka tonic before he realized the dark-haired girl across the bar was .... exactly who she reminded him of.

So this was to be his haunting, he thought grimly, and went over to say hello.

"Zdravstvuj, Miss Belutsotskerova," he said. One hand was around the glass; the other was in his pocket so it wouldn't shake. "I'm sure you know this is a surprise."

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[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

"Why are you being so cold?" Irina asked uncertainly. "I thought you had called me. I came because you dreamed of me."

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[bitten_notshy]

"I was going for self-controlled," Jack admitted, and set down the glass to sweep her into a hug. "I never ever thought I'd see you again, you know."

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[icecoldfrost]

After Emma was done having her own freak-out over her visitor, she decided she should probably speak with the other normally-deceased person she knew that was at the bar.

"Irina." When Tiny wouldn't give Emma a vodka to match, she flipped him off. "Is there some disaster that has sent you fleeing to our scenic shores, or is this a social call?"

Emma didn't really think of Irina as dead. Because, well, with so much time travel on the island, lots of people were from time periods where, if they returned home, they were already dead.

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[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

Irina squinted at Emma just for a moment, half making sure she'd understood the quick English and half deciding what to say.

"It's a ... chance," she finally said. "Some of us are only back for a few days, and I came back to visit Jack. I did not know you would be here too, but I'm very happy to see you."

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma glanced toward a blond boy in another part of the bar. "So you're one of those visitors," she said, before returning her attention to Irina. "I had a sense I had to be here, so I came. And discovered I've got a visitor of my own."

She gave the other girl a smile. "I'm glad Jack has someone here to see him."

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[vanillajello]

Kate... had no clue why she was here, really. Fandom had been calling to her this week, in more ways than one. So, she'd come. And as was becoming tradition, her first stop was the Devil's Nest.

If for nothing else but to order a fancy foreign soda and to banter at Tiny.

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[eyelidkisses.livejournal.com]

And then there was someone at her elbow. Someone with a shock of bleached hair. Someone in a t-shirt just a shade too aggressive and in your face.

"Hey, bitch."

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[vanillajello]

Kate choked on her soda.

And then she turned.

And then she stared.

"... Lionel?"

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[eyelidkisses.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Lionel said, smiling a bit. Actually smiling, not smirking. For once. "I know, I'm pretty fabulous to see."

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack smiled down the bar at Kate once he was temporarily done speaking to Irina. "Tell me you got an unexpected visitor too," he said. "And hi there."

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[vanillajello]

Kate... kind of looked like she'd cried a bit, so, yeah. Her smile showed she wasn't really sure what to be feeling, either. "Hi. And yeah. I did."

Lionel, for his part, was occupied with writing something on a napkin, for the moment.

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[bitten_notshy]

"Mine's the brunette talking Tiny into giving her better vodka," Jack indicated. "Irina. Is it an offensive stereotype if the Russian actually does that?"

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[icecoldfrost]

"Kaaaaaaaaaaate," Emma was going to try and grab her by the elbow to steer her towards the ladies' room, if she could, to get away from certin boys. "Darling, hello. Strange dreams, by chance? Random people? Desperate need for alcohol?"

KATE HELP.

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[vanillajello]

Allowing herself to get led away, Kate quickly gave Lionel the international sign for 'brb, need to go freak out with the living'. Or, just a wave to say she'd be right back. Whichever.

"Uh, yeah," she said. "Moosh's ex. The need for alcohol is high."

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[icecoldfrost]

"My brother," Emma said by way of agreement, jerking her head towards Christian. "Think if we gang up on Eric we can get served?"

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[frater-glacies.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness he had been been twenty-one by the time he died, and Christian was going to get a dirty martini, thank you, and sit back and wait for his sister.

It shouldn't be long, anyhow. He knew she'd been dreaming; she had called him. And her having powers, well....Ems had always been a know-it-all.

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[icecoldfrost]

It didn't take long at all for a particular blonde telepath to come storming in, eyes wild as she looked around. Fandom had been calling to her almost since the moment she left on Monday, and Emma had learned a long time ago not to ignore Fandom Intuition.

Especially once the moment she hit the island's shores, she'd felt a mind she hadn't sensed in years.

"What. How." Emma was torn between tackling her brother and slapping him upside the head. "You are such a shit."

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[frater-glacies.livejournal.com]

"I missed you too, Ems," Christian said, smirking at her. "Looking good. You were listening when I said white was your color."

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[icecoldfrost]

"You terrible, horrible, insufferable, jerk," she answered, swinging at his chest, and Christian put down his drink to catch her wrists. "How could you? Why? Why couldn't you wait?"

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[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Unlike it seemed just about everyone else, Angela'd had no thoughts of dead people. Largely because most of the people she was close to were still alive - a fact she was thrilled about, yes.

So she was simply back to visit to try and see Savannah for the weekend, and making the most of recently turning twenty-one by ordering the the most obnoxiously pink alcoholic cocktail she could find on the drinks list. It tasted like sherbet. Instant success.

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[spiderbirther.livejournal.com]

Otto had made some preparations. Now it was time for some libations, both to honor his own life and to help him deal with the thought of how he was going to have to put himself on the line tomorrow. Doing things for other people didn't really come naturally for him, especially if it was at his own expense. If he was going to do that, he needed to at least have a drink or two.