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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 1:52 pm
WHO: Tatiana, Cesc, Shep, Troxel and Camille
WHEN: Mid-October
WHERE: "What Ales You?" - Camille's Bar
WEATHER: Chilly October night, great for brews and hockey season.
Tatiana snorted, resting her elbow on the bar top and glancing over at Harrison as he fiddled with the remote to one of the two televisions hung in the newly minted bar "What Ales You?". Both guardian and Raevan were adorned in life jacket orange and black- Tatiana's academy fan apparel having been altered to compensate the avian's wings. The contrast of orange and blue was a bit striking, softened only by the warm glow of Camille's rustic choice in lighting.
Night was also coming sooner- by 1900 the world was plunged into the night scene. Something Tatiana hadn't been expecting honestly, however Cam had taken the time to explain to her orbits of planets, earths tilts, solstices and equinoxes. It made sense and she quite enjoyed it- lights blinked like stars in every day life and had a way of making everything more secretive, hush hush and thrilling. Halloween has been her favorite holiday thus far- and it hadn't even happened yet. Granted her pool to pull from had been quite limited.
"They're halloween decorations, Trox. Not team-spirit colors..." Cam continued as he returned to his position by the taps. As it turned out, Harrison did not share her opinion on Halloween. Tatiana reached forward and pulled at the contents in the box Cam had brought out from the basement.
"They're orange. They count. Now shut it and help me out with the TV, game's on in fifteen," Harrison responded, smashing buttons on the remote, "And I have no idea when Shep's gonna get here."
Tatiana tugged harder to have another strand of orange lights follow her movements. Her brow furrowed and she cautiously draped the decoration around her neck and wrapped it around her piled-up hair. Now all she needed was an outlet. The Hamsa floated down from the bar counter and called over her shoulder as she headed to the small stage by the front windows.
"I'll remind everyone in this room that he's allowed to and trusted to fly multi-million dollar machines," Tatiana called over her shoulder, finding an outlet and plugging in, "Poppa look!"
Cam scrunched his face, freckled cheeks wrinkling in confusion as he flicked through the title menu to find which channel was hosting the game, "Poppa? When did that start?"
"When we tried to get our one month old call me dada..." The words Harrison muttered could have been perceived as sympathetic if it weren't for the proud glow and happy lilt to the guardian's voice. His heart lifted to have his raevan view him as a father- after all, that's everything he wanted and still wants to be to the Hamsa. He obliged Tatiana's call and looked over his shoulder.
"Duck! What are you doing?" He called, immediately seized by fear, "Don't shock yourself!"
"I think y'look gorgeous," Cam crooned, chucking the remote at Harrison and moving over to his 'niece', "Who did your hair today?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 7:17 pm
Cesc didn't recognize the place, which wasn't a surprise. Shep had told him that Cam (who was Cam, again?) had opened the place not too long ago, and that the place would be damn near fresh when they arrived. Cesc also didn't recognize the street, which was a bit more of a surprise, given that he'd gone on several bar trips with Shepard and Vivi in the past.
"What Ales You..." Cesc read allowed as they stopped at the door. He grinned. "Clever."
They, too, were dressed in black-and-orange, although the vintage nature of both of their shirts -- raglan with dull orange sleeves for Cesc, plain black with script and a logo for Shepard -- made them stand out a little less Halloween-y and spoke more of their fandom. They were shirts as-of-yet 'untried' for the season, as Cesc understood it. Lucky jerseys were tucked away for the playoff stretch. The beginning of the season was a time to try out new pieces and gauge their superstitious success.
"No time, Rhede," Shep replied curtly. He swung open the door and let himself in, looking around for as much time as it took to find Troxel and the television. "Trox!"
Cesc came in after, a little slower. It was eight minutes to puck drop, he knew. Plenty of time to look around the place. He smiled, lifting his hand in a wave to the group -- well, to whomever was looking toward the entrance, at least.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 4:56 pm
“Hey!” Harrison called as he nearly leapt from his barstool. Long legs easily closing the distance between pilot and aussie. He slapped a hand out, colliding for a shake and a guide to the counter, empty frosted mug set next to his own- half filled with Cam’s recommended microbrew, “You made it in time- like the lights? Little bit of fanfare hurt no one.”
Maintaining his path, the aviator turned, offering Cesc a large smile and a wave, “I know you! Sorry- I’m awful and I’m blanking.”
“Cesc,” Tatiana piped up from her spot at the stage. She’d been startled slightly by Harrison’s greeting but had since regained her composure. She offered the rose colored Sigel a large and dimpled smile- forgetting for a moment she had indeed piled a strand of the orange lights on her head and draped over her shoulders, “The pink haired faun boy… You grew- you’re like Pasha now.”
Her smile grew even wider a she marveled at the other Raevan’s torso for a moment and started to drift towards him.
“It’s great to see you again, are you here for the hockey game-thing too?” The hamsa was completely oblivious to the well contained scramble her uncle did in attempts to unplug the lights before she clotheslined herself. The lights went out and Tatiana took a pause and recognized her state. Immediately her cheeks flushed and she lowered her gaze to the floor in a moment of embarrassment. She was mature, dammit….
Cam faltered, watching wide eyed as his niece visibly deflated. He moved to her side, smiling nervously at cesc, quickly coming up with an alibi, “Ah- Sorry, merci pour ton aide avec les décorations… y’a big help.”
He muttered first in her ear, trying to act natural before pretending to just realize the very noticable raevan floating before them.
“Ah hi, h’don’ believe we’ve met…” He gave a small wave.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 9:38 pm
"Vous parlez français?" Cesc managed to catch only the barest bits of Cam's words, his ears swiveling toward the sound automatically. He smiled then, a touch sheepish -- the words clearly hadn't been meant for him. He didn't want to draw attention to the Frei's moment of clumsiness, instead choosing to change the focus to the language he'd heard. He extended a hand to Cam, good natured. "Je m'appelle Cesc."
"Oh, no you don't," said Shepard immediately as he took a seat beside Troxel at the bar, fixing Cesc with a Look. "I don't need to be translatin' all night long. We came to a nice English-speakin' bar and I intend to curse at refs in English all night long."
Rhedefre could only laugh at that, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Touché."
"Rhede." Shepard shook his head, snickering.
"Fine, English." The stag turned toward Tatiana with a smile. "I am like Pasha now, yes. It's lovely to see you, as well. Are you as much of a hockey fan as your family? I like the decorations, very much."
"The place looks good," affirmed Shepard. He turned toward Trox with a half-grin. "You guys just take the plastic off this place? Looks sparkling."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 1:37 pm
"Don't start with that pearly language, Cam-" Harrison started but Camille continued despite the consistently timed 'Cam, Cam- ey' Doc?' verbalizations from the bar.
"Oauuuis, ouais, ouais," Cam flushed as he spoke, scrunching his right eye a tad as he rubbed his arms in embarrassment. Troxel continued to call after him, now beginning to pick up bits of popcorn and toss them at the small medic
"Probablemen' une manyoun différente a votre français-- Me se Cajun -- bu' h'speak parisian f'ease of trade- WHAT?"
He shouted as he held up a finger to Cesc and mumbled a quick "Désolé, permettez-moi de résoudre le bébé surdimensionné." and turned on his heal, limping with a hollow sound as he rounded the bar.
Tatiana was brimming, she grinned brightly at the exchanged and laughed shaking her head. The relationship between uncle and guardian was too comical at times- delightfully content with the atmosphere she managed to give the Sigel another beaming grin. She took his hand gently within her own leading him to the bar.
"I'm working on it. I'm afraid I don't really know much about the rules. And it's so hard to see the puck sometimes! I just don't know what's happening," She took a small breath and leaned against the bar, releasing Cesc's hand. "Harrison has been playing since he was a kid and loves them. Especially this orange team. Everything he owns has that weird P on it..."
She watched as her uncle moved back towards the kitchen and re-emerged with a plate of pulled pork nachos, setting it in front of Shep and Trox with a determined glare.
"My bar, French can stay. Yer watchin' a Canadian driven sport for christ's sake!" He gestured to the TV and shook his head, moving down the the Raevan 'patrons and giving a soft grin. "Ey, y'all all set or y'need somethin'. Cesc? Drink? Food?"
Harrison snorted, reaching for a nacho and beaming, "It does look kind of great. The rustic barn and brick feel really went miles and I think it stands a fighting chance-- but It isn't mine. There is no we. This is all Cam, his dream and he kinda whoosh."
He reached out grabbing at the air, "reached out and went for it."
Cam and Tatiana shared a small wide eyed look- mouthing a silent 'Wow' for the compliment given to her uncle. And she smiled again because it was rare that something like a Harrison Reed Troxel stamped complement would actually happen.
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