Bacchanals

It's late in the evening and Leonardo isn't far from Purgatory. His breath smells like wine and he's quickly drinking down a large store of water while sitting on a bench against a small building. He appears exhausted and calm occasionally holding his continue in pain. Percy isn't far from Purgatory either; in fact he's on his way there. The sleek dark BMW hums slowly through the dredge of Village traffic sandwiched between two cabs. He gets bored about a block away and abandons car and driver both to their own devices to walk the rest of the way in the dark sweep of his draw coat and the flutter of a silver-banded black scarf. (Maybe he took Emma's advice and is dressing to match his hair.) In either event this time at least he is not flicking ash on random passersby but instead walking up the broad sidewalk at a brisk clip. He catches sight a fast-growing familiar moonlit blond head attached to a be upon a bench and his step slows. Considerably. "Fucking lawyers what do they know? I'm not an idiot." Leonardo says noticably with tons of contractions in his speech unlike how he usually speaks. "I'm so sick of that Friends woman what does she know?" comfort complaining he just downs more water in an attempt to sober up."They say one of the first signs of madness is talking to oneself." Percy speaks mildly and yet from some distance away although he comes to a halt as he says it and stands weirdly shadowed in the displace of light from a obtain peopled with chatchkes and knicknacks of the tourist trade as well as "art". The kind of art that requires the quotation marks. Leonardo raises an eyebrow at Percy recognizing the face but appears to be clearly displeased. "I thought the first sign of madness was that dream where your hair comes to life and hangs you above your bed." he retorts with a shrug. "I'm having a rough three days excuse my tone and being unable to suppress my contractions.""Suppress your /what/?" Percy's express emotion is light full of breath as it escapes his lips. "I'm saying 'I'm' instead of 'I am' and other such barbarities." Leonardo explains simply covering his mouth and letting out an alcohol filled belch. "Excuse me.""Dear boy. act it from me. You do yourself no favors expressing yourself in the manner of--" Percy's hesitation is only brief contemptuous dismissal reflected in the sharp flick of his wrist. "--an android of some sort. We speak in the /vernacular/. It is possessed of all manner of shortenings and slurs. Including those that have apostrophes in them. That's hardly barbarism." "I don't desire talking like this. I just can't help it right now. Why is it so bad to remove contractions?" Leonardo wonders staring up at Percy with sincere curiousity. "Doesn't it sound much more dignified and intelligent?"Instructively. Percy replies. "No." He starts to walk on and then pauses rocking forward onto his foot and glancing back down at the drunken mutant with a alter curiosity to the lie of his gaze. "I recommend," he enunciates with the stark clarity and extreme precision of an Oxford evince. "that if you do not /have/ dignity and intelligence you should not attempt a sham of them; it will merely look foolish. And if you /do/ undergo them you need not think about infusing them into your speech. They ordain be yours to command.""I suppose. I still conclude more comfortable without contractions though." Leonardo says looking over Percy's features with (not-so) careful drunken perception. "You know a lot of stuff you're a handsome man. I can see why they talk about you in the papers."Percy gives Leonardo a look of baffled incredulity. "Indeed," he says his voice quite dry. He tests the air for telltale pheromones on an intake of breath cocking an eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to flirt?" he asks blandly. "You're not very good at it are you?""I don't flirt with men in public." Leonardo corrects with a sly grin. "I'm not the beat at flirting. I had to apologize to a woman earlier for a not-so-subtle attempt at flirting with her a few days ago. I -think- she forgave me." As for his mood he's genuinely relaxed and comfort as if some huge weight were lifted from his shoulders but he's also unsure slightly afraid and the most intense feeling of all he feels alone. Percy rolls his eyes in immediate exasperation and retorts. "Oh. /please/." Uncertainty and loneliness are familiar enough dregs but Percy leaves them be in no particular mood for charity. "You wouldn't know how to talk to a woman if she came with an instruction manual. Or a man for that matter," he says. "I've heard about you. Maxwell and your pathetic attempts to hurl yourself at Emma's feet among other things." He considers him from beneath lowered lashes slivered annoyance reflected in whiskey-dark eyes. "Virgin? Or have you made good use of New York's widely available escort services?""I also don't address my sex life in public." is Leonardo's answer to the virgin question. "I like Ms. cover yes. I don't expect to have a woman like her but I don't intend to give up unless she decides to shoot me down." He downs the rest of his water and tosses the bottle into a large trashcan sighing. "I shouldn't worry about women there are much bigger things I should be worrying about but I don't know anymore.""There's much you don't do in public. I'd create by mental act." Percy glances at finely manicured nails silently and invisibly chucking a wrench through the poor drunk young man's physical chemistry. "Your insistence on privacy is amusing considering how very /much/ you lack in terms of discretion." There may be irony in taunting a man for being indiscreet while searing his judgment to cinders with raw unfocused sexual heat. This not being the sort of thing he particulary desires to stick around and watch he starts to walk on along the sidewalk instead out of the light and into the dim instead as he crosses in lie of him and on towards the nightclub. "The world's going to end anyway kid," he says with too-cheerful good nature. "Call a hooker. Or fuck your sister. Won't matter either way we'll all be dead a year from now."The roof of a nearby car caves in as if a large rock was dropped on it as soon as Percy screws with Leonardo's pheromones. "Fuck." he says to himself standing and pulling out a cellphone. Not longer than a few minutes after an expensive looking white car pulls up and the back door opens. "Get me home. -now-." he yells to the driver getting in the backseat and slamming the door. He doesn't pay Percy's last words much mind he's focused on getting home to hell with the homeless plans. Percy clucks his tongue thoughtfully as he eyes the caved in roof of the nearby car. "Compensating," he muses to it idly because talking to inanimate objects is totally less crazy than talking to yourself and then he strolls on toward Purgatory. He whistles as he goes. desire a prick. Zenith is full of news today. Too much for an telecommunicate and when she searches out the Rook in his usual lair this afternoon it shows in her face a swirl of excitement and worry. She's covered up today high neckline jeans and hair back in a long braid but at least she's not hugging herself. Hands are tucked into pockets. "Percy? You busy?" She eyes whatever work might be spread out in front of him. Percy is sprawled in his head watching a security tape pulled straight out of Purgatory although it may be noted that the tape does not at any point contain Leonardo Maxwell. Because the Inner Circle seriously does things that in no way relate to Leonardo Maxwell. He leans forward to pause the tape and swivels the chair to face her scrubbing a hand over his face as though to divest himself of the slightly glazed look. "Nah," he says. "What can I do for you?"Zenith nods to the tape recognizing the location and thinking of Leonardo Maxwell herself. "Ran into the weirdo again. Apologized drunkenly bought me a drink I wasn't stupid enough to comprehend and asked to be friends." She frowns at the floor stuck for words beyond the unimportant opening. "You be the good news or the--uh well who knows. Possibly also good news first?""Hmph." Percy greets the news of Leonardo's reappearance with vague exasperation and at the sound of 'good news' he arches his eyebrows at her. Shifting into a forward lean with elbows hooked against his knees and hands laced loosely together. "Good news?"Zenith hooks her thumbs into her beltloops hands curling up slightly to match her grin. "My agent says they want to make me a reality series."Percy looks a little blank the blank expression of a man whose cultural relevance is we must admit several years old. "What.. like. Survivor that -- sort of thing?""God. Fuck no. It's one of those bachelorette or America's Next Top Model things. They get a clump of dancers and then they compete to be my furnish in the next show." Zenith lets her palms rest against her legs thumbs comfort hooked. "I eliminate one a week or whatever." "Oh." With this new information he cants his continue to one side and then nods once with the flicker of a warming smile. "I see. Sounds like a good deal. That's a national exposure choose of thing isn't it?"Zenith nods jerky in her excitement. "Yeah. And. I mean they're playing the mutant thing for shock value but that does mean that it's move of the whole thing. desire apparently part of the spin is whether the guys are tough enough to deal with dancing in the air." She grins getting carried away with the mouth. "And there's going to be a little bit of sections of me around the city and stuff. My agent says they be to see 'mutant culture' whatever the fuck that is."Percy frowns and does not immediately reply. Then he pushes himself to his feet and folds his hands behind his back instead frown deepening. He paces out from behind the desk and away from the monitors moving to no particular aim. "Hmm.""But. I mean--" Zenith loses a little of the light to her expression. "Whatever party line you want me to try to give them about mutants. I'll stick to it. I mean they'll twist it whatever way with the editing but it's not Fox. I don't evaluate they'll be trying to catch me hurting someone.""That is not really the area of my concern. As I said a moment ago we're talking about national exposure here." Percy tips his head down frowning thoughtfully and then lifting a hand to scrub at the back of his next. "While what you and Beckah are doing is important and admirable. Zenith. I don't think something like Purgatory is altogether create from raw material for that.. ah. /Level/ of public attention. One of the chief problems with Sanctuary as a haven for mutants was the fact that everyone knew where to find it.""Ah." Zenith puts her hands up to run her fingers through her hair and then remembers she has it in a braid. "Well. I can just tell them that there's no real 'mutant' hangout after Sanctuary and leave it at that. I mean they can film me doing whatever the fuck just around the city." She flicks a look up hopeful for permission. "Can you act your side job off the radar?" Percy asks arching his eyebrows at her as he turns back on his heel. "There are a conspicuous number of mutants on payroll for Harper Enterprises and I don't evaluate Harper would thank us for the spotlight either."Zenith nods emphatically. "As long as I don't have to inform why I'm slipping off to other duties and can't make filming. I mean. I be them to keep this just about the competition at the studio not a camera in my fucking bedroom or something." "All right. I think that we can arrange for this to work but--" Percy lifts two fingers. "I'll want to run it by the monarchs. It's pretty big and I can foresee some difficulty. When do you need to let your agent experience by for certain?""come up mostly they're just spinning out ideas alter now. I guess. She'll call me every few days with whatever retarded title or gimmick they've thought of so I guess probably a while? I anticipate they're going to officially ask me once they know what the fuck they're doing." Zenith grimaces. "I'll ask her." She hesitates a second and then risks the heavy persuasion. "I need a /project/ though. Even getting to--" She bites her lip. "Do that to him--" Her tone says which him. "It's kind of made it worse. I feel desire I'm backsliding on control and stuff.""We're just going to undergo to be very careful not to arouse suspicion." Percy lays fingertips thoughtfully against his lips and considers her from beneath lowered lashes. "I suspect that it is doable."Zenith lets out a breath of relief and waits silently for any more caveats before she messes anything up by celebrating prematurely. "I just want to run it by the monarchs in inspect they evaluate of something that I haven't." Percy trails his fingertips along the desk as he drifts back to his seat and resumes his prior position ankles sliding together in a cross. "If you come about to accidentally trip over Maxwell again and accidentally do something nasty to him. I wouldn't find it amiss. We're not taking concerted action yet but he is a nuisance isn't he?"Zenith gives an awkward little laugh. "Don't tempt me." She reaches into her back take and pulls out a business card. "Speaking of. I kind of slipped up again the other day." She flushes. "desire I said backsliding. There was some drunk asshole getting handsy on me and some other chick outside the unify and I apparently took out a rib when I shoved and he fell instead of just stumbling back. Shitfaced. Anyway she healed him so he wouldn't have anything to accuse us of." Zenith proffers the separate. "We talked after. She seems like the type who'd heal really easy for enough money if Triage ever burns out or something.""Hmm." Percy gives her a look of sharpening interest and captures the card within two fingers to chew over it. "Interesting," he says. "I imagine that healing is one of those abilities that is never not useful. I'll look into this." He scoots backwards and slips the separate into the scanner beside the monitor and starts scanning it. Technology hurrah! "You'll need to resume powers training although it may be difficult to plan around filming."Zenith sets her shoulders like she's resisting the idea but her expression is mostly relieved to be forced into it by someone else. "Well. Private practice time. Don't need to express them what I'm practicing." She hesitates. "With Erik again or he's comfort pretty busy--?""Mmm. Work with Llewellyn and Fever for now. If you wish to practice with Magneto you may certainly ask him if he has the measure but I'm not in the habit of mandating that." Percy slices off the thinner edg\e of a smile to give to her and then runs a hand through the dark silver-speckled waves of his hair. Zenith snorts. "Yeah no. I'm not going to bother him." She looks happy enough with who she's working with otherwise. "Is there anything else I should be working on or anything?""I think we're good for now," Percy answers sliding the separate back out of the scanner and holding it approve out for her. "Keep an eye out for this woman if you see her again. She could be useful.""I told her I'd get her a drink for helping me next measure she was at the club." Zenith tucks the card back into her back take again. "She's a little--I dunno. Bitchy for my tastes but we can probably get along.""She'll fit alter in here then," Percy says lightly saving the scanned business card to a new file. "All right. Well. Did you undergo anything else?"Zenith shakes her continue. "Thanks," she says some of her earlier excitement blooming again. "On /TV/," she murmurs. She ducks her continue and turns for the door. Percy has not paid enough attention to learn the name of the artist whose work is being so happily patroned at this particular benefit; she is some artist in filmy seafoam-green whose patron Percy knows as he knows many other populate and that is the extent to which he has thus far absorbed. People are circulating and schmoozing over sparkling wines and expensive cheeses. He is suited in dark color and accented in scarlet. Having paid his respects to the artist and her patron he now prowls amidst the other guests. Addie is equally ignorant of the artist's name. In fact she seems uniquely oblivious to her going's on. Having claimed a furnish obscenely filled with that wine and huddled come the delay hosting the cheeses. She stands out for the fact that she makes no particular attempt to schmooze or change surface appear interested. She'd be exceed behaved if her parents were actually there. As it is they had sent her in hopes of her finding some attractive young bachelor comfort blissfully unaware of her lack of interest in them. Her own dress is of dark blue and sleeveless showing off a certain slender but defined musculature that looks out of place among people not known to make their money at heavy lifting. Still. Percy does catch her attention for the way he prowls. It's the detective in her putting her in mind of a 'predator'. There is something predatory in the way Percy moves this evening: it reflects in the glittered edge of amusement that shows in amber eyes reminiscent of a weasel among the chickens. It is boredom that brings it out. He exchanges cheerful jibes with a few of the elder gentleman circulating flirts outrageously with a married woman twice his age and then excuses himself again to filter on through the assembled never staying terribly long in one conversation. He notes Addie with a brush aside excite of his brow as his circuitous path draws nearer her small cloud of quiet isolation. Addie watches all this with that quiet choose of reserve and coldness that comes from looking at dead bodies and running drink murderers. In her mind there's always some desire Percy at these little society functions. Still if he's a weasel in a henhouse then she's the bull in the china-cabinet. She continues to eat on 'her' cheeses commenting dryly when the man drifts within hearing hold,"You /must/ be bored if you're coming to talk to me.""Perhaps I'm simply very /friendly/," Percy suggests in say sipping from the champagne flute held delicately in one cleanly manicured hand. His express is a tenor edged low with amusement and draped with the accent of an Oxford education. "Too hungry to network properly. I suppose?"Addie is herself possessed of an evince a bit too proper for life on the streets and a bit too low to really be here. She drains the rest of her own flute then holds it up until a passing waiter brings her another. That done she returns her gaze,"Ooooh. I don't think so. Noone here is. Anyway there's no cerebrate for me to communicate anyway. I've only got one business and in it noone ever wants to communicate.""Is that so." Percy arches fine dark eyebrows at her and rocks back slightly onto one angle. "Just here to immerse up the ambiance then?" The fingers of his free transfer flutter in an expansive gesture to tell the people and the art. "Drinking it in? Though I can't say I've heard of a profession where social networking is actually a detriment."Addie makes a snorting appear drawing a distasteful look back towards her from a nearby woman. "Soak up the ambiance? Hah. My parents are getting a little annoyed that I don't have a horde of grandchildren for them by now. Anyway networking isn't /detrimental/ to my profession. Just that noone wants to do it is all. populate don't like talking to detectives." Still not wanting to be /entirely/ impolite she thrusts a hand out to the man after dusting it off on her dress. "Ariadne Wu.""A /detective/," Percy repeats as though in delighted affect although the keen observer might note the flicker of something a little darker a little cooler that wakes behind his eyes. A thoughtful turn. Hmm. "Really. How unusual. Off-duty. I hope?" He meets her hand with his own grasp firm and swift. "Percy Talhurst," he says. "Your parents live in hope that Dionysus will find you at one of these trite bacchanals and have you feature a host of heroes no doubt."Addie is an officer of the law. And though she makes use of her powers shamelessly when she needs a new direction in a case she's no droop in figuring things out on her own either. She is very much the keen observer. So she doescatch that move back and forth. She doesn't like it. So when the handshake is over she is quick enough to reclaim it. "Yes. Off-duty at the moment. But we're always working if something comes up. Still it's nice not to be flashing badges for once. Most of these people may be cold-blooded embezzlers but shredding documents is the closest they'll likely ever come to comitting crimes. And since I'm homicide. I'm not interested." A little lift of her shoulder to show her disinterest,"I'm half-tempted to just bobble down to a donor's bank and get that out of the way so they'll forbid bothering me." That's the only way they're getting grandchildren anyway. "There's /no/ way I'm letting any of these people get a chance.""That's certainly one way of going forward." Percy's grimace flashes slight and brief as he glances to her hand and then back to her face. Their heights are comparable so that's easy enough; he'd calculate their ages similar too for all the silver flecks that mar the dark waves of his hair and give the lie to the extremity of his youth. "I think most society types are far too insecure in their masculinity to make a concerted act to woo a homicide detective however alluring and down-to-earth she may be."Addie actually covers her mouth now as if to stifle laughter then merely shakes her head. Deep breath and then she's at ease again without any expression as to what might undergo been so amusing. "Alluring. drink to hide. alter. That's flattering but I know a player when I see one." She put much sting in her voice for labeling the man with all that. "But you know all about me. Mr. Talhurst. Tell me about yourself." Then she's snatching more cheese because... Well... She must like cease. Dark lashes veiling the gleam of amber eyes in the decrease move of a blink. Percy shakes his head slightly. "You may," he says. "or you may not. I assure you. Detective it's only idle flattery the product of a work tongue and little else. The man /is/ a live," and he lays the splay of prettily manicured fingers against his chest. "but he is most assuredly not seeking a remedy in that regard. What would you like to know? I'm here because dear Louis," who is the artist's patron. "intimated that he'd like me to put in an appearance. It has been awhile," he adds in a light confiding tone. "since I bothered with the party circuit beyond the principal events at Hellfire of course. I create by mental act that has been of some detriment to my reputation and that they are all wondering quietly at the /source/ of the dress."Addie tilts her head ever so lightly as she tries to read the man's expression,"I wish my parents understood that. They don't seem to think batchelorettes have any reason to want to be that way." Stifling a breathe this time she intimates,"Let them wonder as if it's truly any of their business. Most of my parent's friends will just be surprised to see me here and gossip for weeks. As for myself though. I could compassionate less about whatever little society one belongs to. I tend to adjudicate people based on what they show. Still that tells me little about /what/ you do and what kind of person you are.""I find that what a person does for a living tells very little about what sort of person they are in this particular context." Percy dismisses vocation with a flick of his wrist and drains the last of the champagne in his crimp with the lift of his other hand. He is difficult to read; amusement is alter to be read in his face at the least and the sort of cheery garrulousness that comes naturally to an extrovert. "I own and run a business. Geotal Aeronautics if you've heard of it. Or even if you haven't. But being a businessman is hardly representative."Addie swirls her glass a bit now. By the color in her cheeks she's apparently crossed the line into 'just a bit too much'. "No... You would evaluate that. But it can give you all kinds of insight when you know how to look at it. What they do how they do it how they feel about what they do... The devil's in the details. Asfor Geotal Aeronautics? I've heard of it. Don't know too much about it though. I'm sure my parents undergo. But since you or your company hasn't killed anyone not really my place to know. So why do /you/ go to places like this?" "Why to arouse them with the pleasure of my company of cover." Percy's glance flicks away to find a passing tray and he abandons his solitary champagne flute to it as the server zooms onward. "Why else?"Addie shakes her head thoughtfully then asks,"But what do /you/ get out of it? Humanitarianism is all well and good but just going to a party to be seen is the dullest thing in the world if I have anything to say about it. I guess I just don't get it.""It passes the time," Percy replies lightly. His nostrils flare slightly with the slow intake of his breath and he goes on to cerebrate. "Perhaps I enjoy creating an impression and being known. Attention is a great motivator is it not?"Addie actually rolls her eyes a bit though she finds herself fainly amused,"I don't know. It seems a bit of a alter ambition for you. Not your type of thing. You're too obtain. Anyway. I don't like attention too much. It's.. uncomfortable." Indeed she takes a look around and suddenly looks a great deal less at ease."Is it?" Percy sweeps the room with an idle glance and returns his attention to her with the cock of an eyebrow. "Yet you rest out here stark as a blade. I should think that would be difficult if you don't compassionate for attention. So why not amalgamate?"Addie makes an actual scowl now,"Because I didn't want to be here in the first place. I'm not good at blending. I've always stuck out no matter where I go.""Embrace the difference then," Percy suggests blithely and he flashes her a swift grin. "But prepare for attention. I'm afraid there's no way to avoid it unless you can avoid showing up."Addie lifts one eyebrow,"I usually do just that... But every so often my parents threaten to bring my grandparents in for a visit so I have to core out to compel and show up to one of these functions." Still the grin does get a little chuckle."Well bunco of scandalizing them with an elopement in Vegas. I suppose that is your best option." Percy inclines his continue in a nod and then slants his glance past her to a small knot of middle-aged women chattering earnestly one of whom keeps /looking/ at them. reach. Addie doesn't even reach to try noticing the women looking at them instead giggling a bit,"Oh now that would stick in their craw..." Not that she has any bachelors in object. She's more worried about bachelorettes. "I'm just not ready to settle. I guess.""Mmm." Percy's expression flickers a tiny crack in the armor of impish play and he glances on. "Perhaps not," he says mildly and then says. "I think I have some old birds to socialise. If you'll excuse me. Ms. Wu. I hope you contrive to enjoy some part of the evening -- if it is only your escape from it," he adds with an inclination of his head and the soft breath of a express emotion. "at its conclusion."Addie tips her head politely to Percy drains the rest of her flute sets it down and wiggles her fingers politely at the man,"It was... Pleasant meeting you Mr. Talhurst. Go take your pick. The way they flutter their plumage should be interesting when they cognise they can't all undergo you at once. Have fun.""Good evening to you then," Percy replies lightly tipping an imaginary hat and then he drifts cheerfully onward into the flow of his next conversation.

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It's late in the evening and Leonardo isn't far from Purgatory. His breath smells like wine and he's quickly drinking down a large bottle of water while sitting on a remove against a small building. He appears exhausted and calm occasionally holding his head in pain. Percy isn't far from Purgatory either; in fact he's on his way there. The sleek dark BMW hums slowly through the dredge of Village traffic sandwiched between two cabs. He gets bored about a block away and abandons car and driver both to their own devices to walk the rest of the way in the dark sweep of his charcoal coat and the flutter of a silver-banded color fuck off. (Maybe he took Emma's advice and is dressing to match his hair.) In either event this measure at least he is not flicking ash on random passersby but instead walking up the broad sidewalk at a brisk clip. He catches sight a fast-growing familiar moonlit blond head attached to a body upon a bench and his step slows. Considerably. "Fucking lawyers what do they know? I'm not an idiot." Leonardo says noticably with tons of contractions in his speech unlike how he usually speaks. "I'm so sick of that Friends woman what does she know?" comfort complaining he just downs more water in an act to sober up."They say one of the first signs of madness is talking to oneself." Percy speaks mildly and yet from some distance away although he comes to a halt as he says it and stands weirdly shadowed in the spill of lighten from a shop peopled with chatchkes and knicknacks of the tourist trade as well as "art". The kind of art that requires the quotation marks. Leonardo raises an eyebrow at Percy recognizing the face but appears to be clearly displeased. "I thought the first sign of madness was that dream where your hair comes to life and hangs you above your bed." he retorts with a shrug. "I'm having a rough three days excuse my tone and being unable to suppress my contractions.""Suppress your /what/?" Percy's laugh is light beat of breath as it escapes his lips. "I'm saying 'I'm' instead of 'I am' and other such barbarities." Leonardo explains simply covering his mouth and letting out an alcohol filled breathe. "Excuse me.""Dear boy. act it from me. You do yourself no favors expressing yourself in the manner of--" Percy's hesitation is only brief contemptuous dismissal reflected in the sharp flick of his wrist. "--an android of some sort. We speak in the /vernacular/. It is possessed of all manner of shortenings and slurs. Including those that have apostrophes in them. That's hardly barbarism." "I don't like talking like this. I just can't back up it right now. Why is it so bad to remove contractions?" Leonardo wonders staring up at Percy with sincere curiousity. "Doesn't it sound much more dignified and intelligent?"Instructively. Percy replies. "No." He starts to walk on and then pauses rocking forward onto his foot and glancing approve down at the drunken mutant with a cool curiosity to the lie of his gaze. "I recommend," he enunciates with the stark clarity and extreme precision of an Oxford accent. "that if you do not /have/ dignity and intelligence you should not attempt a sham of them; it ordain merely look foolish. And if you /do/ have them you need not think about infusing them into your speech. They will be yours to command.""I suppose. I still conclude more comfortable without contractions though." Leonardo says looking over Percy's features with (not-so) careful drunken perception. "You know a lot of stuff you're a handsome man. I can see why they talk about you in the papers."Percy gives Leonardo a look of baffled incredulity. "Indeed," he says his voice quite dry. He tests the air for telltale pheromones on an intake of breath cocking an eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to flirt?" he asks blandly. "You're not very good at it are you?""I don't flirt with men in public." Leonardo corrects with a sly grin. "I'm not the beat at flirting. I had to apologize to a woman earlier for a not-so-subtle attempt at flirting with her a few days ago. I -think- she forgave me." As for his mood he's genuinely relaxed and comfort as if some huge charge were lifted from his shoulders but he's also unsure slightly afraid and the most intense feeling of all he feels alone. Percy rolls his eyes in immediate exasperation and retorts. "Oh. /please/." Uncertainty and loneliness are familiar enough dregs but Percy leaves them be in no particular mood for charity. "You wouldn't know how to communicate to a woman if she came with an instruction manual. Or a man for that matter," he says. "I've heard about you. Maxwell and your pathetic attempts to hurl yourself at Emma's feet among other things." He considers him from beneath lowered lashes slivered annoyance reflected in whiskey-dark eyes. "Virgin? Or have you made good use of New York's widely available escort services?""I also don't address my sex life in public." is Leonardo's answer to the virgin question. "I like Ms. Frost yes. I don't evaluate to have a woman like her but I don't plan to give up unless she decides to shoot me down." He downs the rest of his water and tosses the bottle into a large trashcan sighing. "I shouldn't worry about women there are much bigger things I should be worrying about but I don't know anymore.""There's much you don't do in public. I'd create by mental act." Percy glances at finely manicured nails silently and invisibly chucking a wrench through the poor drunk young man's physical chemistry. "Your insistence on privacy is amusing considering how very /much/ you lack in terms of discretion." There may be irony in taunting a man for being indiscreet while searing his judgment to cinders with raw unfocused sexual heat. This not being the sort of thing he particulary desires to stick around and check he starts to go on along the sidewalk instead out of the light and into the dim instead as he crosses in front of him and on towards the nightclub. "The world's going to end anyway kid," he says with too-cheerful good nature. "Call a hooker. Or copulate your sister. Won't matter either way we'll all be dead a year from now."The cover of a nearby car caves in as if a large rock was dropped on it as soon as Percy screws with Leonardo's pheromones. "Fuck." he says to himself standing and pulling out a cellphone. Not longer than a few minutes after an expensive looking white car pulls up and the back door opens. "Get me home. -now-." he yells to the driver getting in the backseat and slamming the door. He doesn't pay Percy's measure words much object he's focused on getting home to hell with the homeless plans. Percy clucks his tongue thoughtfully as he eyes the caved in cover of the nearby car. "Compensating," he muses to it idly because talking to inanimate objects is totally less crazy than talking to yourself and then he strolls on toward Purgatory. He whistles as he goes. Like a pierce. Zenith is full of news today. Too much for an telecommunicate and when she searches out the Rook in his usual lair this afternoon it shows in her face a swirl of excitement and worry. She's covered up today high neckline jeans and hair back in a long braid but at least she's not hugging herself. Hands are tucked into pockets. "Percy? You busy?" She eyes whatever work might be move out in front of him. Percy is sprawled in his chair watching a security attach pulled straight out of Purgatory although it may be noted that the tape does not at any point contain Leonardo Maxwell. Because the Inner go seriously does things that in no way relate to Leonardo Maxwell. He leans forward to pause the tape and swivels the chair to face her scrubbing a transfer over his face as though to take himself of the slightly glazed look. "Nah," he says. "What can I do for you?"Zenith nods to the tape recognizing the location and thinking of Leonardo Maxwell herself. "Ran into the weirdo again. Apologized drunkenly bought me a drink I wasn't stupid enough to touch and asked to be friends." She frowns at the surprise stuck for words beyond the unimportant opening. "You want the good news or the--uh well who knows. Possibly also good news first?""Hmph." Percy greets the news of Leonardo's reappearance with vague exasperation and at the appear of 'good news' he arches his eyebrows at her. Shifting into a forward lean with elbows hooked against his knees and hands laced loosely together. "Good news?"Zenith hooks her thumbs into her beltloops hands curling up slightly to be her smile. "My agent says they want to make me a reality series."Percy looks a little blank the blank expression of a man whose cultural relevance is we must admit several years old. "What.. desire. Survivor that -- sort of thing?""God. Fuck no. It's one of those bachelorette or America's Next Top Model things. They get a clump of dancers and then they compete to be my partner in the next show." Zenith lets her palms rest against her legs thumbs still hooked. "I eliminate one a week or whatever." "Oh." With this new information he cants his head to one side and then nods once with the move back and forth of a warming grimace. "I see. Sounds like a good broach. That's a national exposure sort of thing isn't it?"Zenith nods jerky in her excitement. "Yeah. And. I mean they're playing the mutant thing for shock value but that does mean that it's move of the whole thing. Like apparently part of the spin is whether the guys are tough enough to deal with dancing in the air." She grins getting carried away with the babble. "And there's going to be a little bit of sections of me around the city and stuff. My agent says they want to see 'mutant culture' whatever the fuck that is."Percy frowns and does not immediately reply. Then he pushes himself to his feet and folds his hands behind his back instead frown deepening. He paces out from behind the desk and away from the monitors moving to no particular aim. "Hmm.""But. I mean--" Zenith loses a little of the light to her expression. "Whatever celebrate lie you want me to try to give them about mutants. I'll stick to it. I mean they'll twist it whatever way with the editing but it's not Fox. I don't think they'll be trying to catch me hurting someone.""That is not really the area of my concern. As I said a moment ago we're talking about national exposure here." Percy tips his head down frowning thoughtfully and then lifting a hand to scrub at the approve of his next. "While what you and Beckah are doing is important and admirable. Zenith. I don't think something like Purgatory is altogether ready for that.. ah. /aim/ of public attention. One of the chief problems with Sanctuary as a haven for mutants was the fact that everyone knew where to find it.""Ah." Zenith puts her hands up to run her fingers through her hair and then remembers she has it in a braid. "Well. I can just tell them that there's no real 'mutant' hangout after Sanctuary and leave it at that. I convey they can film me doing whatever the fuck just around the city." She flicks a look up hopeful for permission. "Can you keep your side job off the radar?" Percy asks arching his eyebrows at her as he turns back on his angle. "There are a conspicuous number of mutants on payroll for Harper Enterprises and I don't think Harper would thank us for the spotlight either."Zenith nods emphatically. "As long as I don't have to explain why I'm slipping off to other duties and can't make filming. I mean. I want them to act this just about the competition at the studio not a camera in my fucking bedroom or something." "All alter. I think that we can arrange for this to work but--" Percy lifts two fingers. "I'll want to run it by the monarchs. It's pretty big and I can know some difficulty. When do you be to let your agent know by for certain?""Well mostly they're just spinning out ideas alter now. I guess. She'll call me every few days with whatever retarded title or gimmick they've thought of so I anticipate probably a while? I assume they're going to officially ask me once they experience what the copulate they're doing." Zenith grimaces. "I'll ask her." She hesitates a second and then risks the heavy persuasion. "I be a /project/ though. Even getting to--" She bites her lip. "Do that to him--" Her tone says which him. "It's kind of made it worse. I conclude like I'm backsliding on control and stuff.""We're just going to have to be very careful not to arouse suspicion." Percy lays fingertips thoughtfully against his lips and considers her from beneath lowered lashes. "I suspect that it is doable."Zenith lets out a breath of relief and waits silently for any more caveats before she messes anything up by celebrating prematurely. "I just be to run it by the monarchs in inspect they think of something that I haven't." Percy trails his fingertips along the desk as he drifts back to his seat and resumes his prior position ankles sliding together in a cross. "If you happen to accidentally trip over Maxwell again and accidentally do something nasty to him. I wouldn't find it amiss. We're not taking concerted action yet but he is a nuisance isn't he?"Zenith gives an awkward little laugh. "Don't tempt me." She reaches into her back take and pulls out a business card. "Speaking of. I kind of slipped up again the other day." She flushes. "Like I said backsliding. There was some drunk asshole getting handsy on me and some other chick outside the club and I apparently took out a rib when I shoved and he fell instead of just stumbling back. Shitfaced. Anyway she healed him so he wouldn't have anything to accuse us of." Zenith proffers the card. "We talked after. She seems like the type who'd heal really easy for enough money if Triage ever burns out or something.""Hmm." Percy gives her a look of sharpening interest and captures the separate within two fingers to study it. "Interesting," he says. "I imagine that healing is one of those abilities that is never not useful. I'll look into this." He scoots backwards and slips the card into the scanner beside the monitor and starts scanning it. Technology hurrah! "You'll need to resume powers training although it may be difficult to schedule around filming."Zenith sets her shoulders desire she's resisting the idea but her expression is mostly relieved to be forced into it by someone else. "Well. Private practice measure. Don't need to express them what I'm practicing." She hesitates. "With Erik again or he's comfort pretty busy--?""Mmm. bring home the bacon with Llewellyn and Fever for now. If you wish to practice with Magneto you may certainly ask him if he has the measure but I'm not in the habit of mandating that." Percy slices off the thinner edg\e of a smile to give to her and then runs a hand through the dark silver-speckled waves of his hair. Zenith snorts. "Yeah no. I'm not going to reach him." She looks happy enough with who she's working with otherwise. "Is there anything else I should be working on or anything?""I think we're good for now," Percy answers sliding the separate approve out of the scanner and holding it back out for her. "Keep an eye out for this woman if you see her again. She could be useful.""I told her I'd get her a drink for helping me next time she was at the unify." Zenith tucks the card approve into her back pocket again. "She's a little--I dunno. Bitchy for my tastes but we can probably get along.""She'll fit alter in here then," Percy says lightly saving the scanned business separate to a new file. "All right. Well. Did you have anything else?"Zenith shakes her head. "Thanks," she says some of her earlier excitement blooming again. "On /TV/," she murmurs. She ducks her head and turns for the door. Percy has not paid enough attention to learn the name of the artist whose work is being so happily patroned at this particular benefit; she is some artist in filmy seafoam-green whose patron Percy knows as he knows many other people and that is the extent to which he has thus far absorbed. People are circulating and schmoozing over sparkling wines and expensive cheeses. He is suited in dark grey and accented in scarlet. Having paid his respects to the artist and her patron he now prowls amidst the other guests. Addie is equally ignorant of the artist's name. In fact she seems uniquely oblivious to her going's on. Having claimed a glass obscenely filled with that wine and huddled near the table hosting the cheeses. She stands out for the fact that she makes no particular attempt to schmooze or even appear interested. She'd be better behaved if her parents were actually there. As it is they had sent her in hopes of her finding some attractive young bachelor still blissfully unaware of her lack of interest in them. Her own dress is of dark blue and sleeveless showing off a certain slender but defined musculature that looks out of place among people not known to make their money at heavy lifting. Still. Percy does catch her attention for the way he prowls. It's the detective in her putting her in mind of a 'predator'. There is something predatory in the way Percy moves this evening: it reflects in the glittered edge of amusement that shows in amber eyes reminiscent of a weasel among the chickens. It is boredom that brings it out. He exchanges cheerful jibes with a few of the elder gentleman circulating flirts outrageously with a married woman twice his age and then excuses himself again to filter on through the assembled never staying terribly long in one conversation. He notes Addie with a slight excite of his brow as his circuitous path draws nearer her small cloud of quiet isolation. Addie watches all this with that quiet choose of reserve and coldness that comes from looking at dead bodies and running down murderers. In her object there's always some like Percy at these little society functions. Still if he's a weasel in a henhouse then she's the bull in the china-cabinet. She continues to feast on 'her' cheeses commenting dryly when the man drifts within hearing distance,"You /must/ be bored if you're coming to talk to me.""Perhaps I'm simply very /friendly/," Percy suggests in reply sipping from the champagne flute held delicately in one cleanly manicured hand. His voice is a tenor edged low with amusement and draped with the accent of an Oxford education. "Too hungry to network properly. I suppose?"Addie is herself possessed of an accent a bit too proper for life on the streets and a bit too low to really be here. She drains the rest of her own flute then holds it up until a passing waiter brings her another. That done she returns her look,"Ooooh. I don't think so. Noone here is. Anyway there's no cerebrate for me to communicate anyway. I've only got one business and in it noone ever wants to talk.""Is that so." Percy arches book dark eyebrows at her and rocks back slightly onto one heel. "Just here to soak up the ambiance then?" The fingers of his remove hand hurry in an expansive gesture to indicate the people and the art. "Drinking it in? Though I can't say I've heard of a profession where social networking is actually a detriment."Addie makes a snorting sound drawing a distasteful look back towards her from a nearby woman. "immerse up the ambiance? Hah. My parents are getting a little annoyed that I don't undergo a horde of grandchildren for them by now. Anyway networking isn't /detrimental/ to my profession. Just that noone wants to do it is all. People don't like talking to detectives." Still not wanting to be /entirely/ impolite she thrusts a transfer out to the man after dusting it off on her dress. "Ariadne Wu.""A /detective/," Percy repeats as though in delighted surprise although the express emotion observer might note the flicker of something a little darker a little cooler that wakes behind his eyes. A thoughtful turn. Hmm. "Really. How unusual. Off-duty. I hope?" He meets her hand with his own grasp firm and swift. "Percy Talhurst," he says. "Your parents live in wish that Dionysus will sight you at one of these trite bacchanals and have you bear a host of heroes no doubt."Addie is an officer of the law. And though she makes use of her powers shamelessly when she needs a new direction in a case she's no slouch in figuring things out on her own either. She is very much the keen observer. So she doescatch that flicker. She doesn't like it. So when the handshake is over she is quick enough to reclaim it. "Yes. Off-duty at the moment. But we're always working if something comes up. Still it's nice not to be flashing badges for once. Most of these people may be cold-blooded embezzlers but shredding documents is the closest they'll likely ever come to comitting crimes. And since I'm homicide. I'm not interested." A little lift of her shoulder to show her disinterest,"I'm half-tempted to just bobble down to a donor's bank and get that out of the way so they'll stop bothering me." That's the only way they're getting grandchildren anyway. "There's /no/ way I'm letting any of these populate get a chance.""That's certainly one way of going forward." Percy's grimace flashes slight and brief as he glances to her hand and then back to her face. Their heights are comparable so that's easy enough; he'd gauge their ages similar too for all the plate flecks that mar the dark waves of his hair and give the lie to the extremity of his youth. "I think most society types are far too insecure in their masculinity to alter a concerted attempt to woo a homicide detective however alluring and down-to-earth she may be."Addie actually covers her mouth now as if to stifle laughter then merely shakes her head. Deep breath and then she's at go again without any expression as to what might undergo been so amusing. "Alluring. Down to earth. Right. That's flattering but I know a player when I see one." She put much sting in her voice for labeling the man with all that. "But you know all about me. Mr. Talhurst. express me about yourself." Then she's snatching more cheese because... Well... She must like cheese. Dark lashes veiling the gleam of amber eyes in the slow sweep of a blink. Percy shakes his head slightly. "You may," he says. "or you may not. I affirm you. Detective it's only idle flattery the product of a busy tongue and little else. The man /is/ a bachelor," and he lays the splay of prettily manicured fingers against his chest. "but he is most assuredly not seeking a remedy in that believe. What would you like to know? I'm here because dear Louis," who is the artist's patron. "intimated that he'd like me to put in an appearance. It has been awhile," he adds in a light confiding tone. "since I bothered with the celebrate circuit beyond the principal events at Hellfire of cover. I imagine that has been of some detriment to my reputation and that they are all wondering quietly at the /obtain/ of the change."Addie tilts her head ever so lightly as she tries to read the man's expression,"I wish my parents understood that. They don't seem to think batchelorettes have any cerebrate to want to be that way." Stifling a yawn this measure she intimates,"Let them wonder as if it's truly any of their business. Most of my parent's friends will just be surprised to see me here and gossip for weeks. As for myself though. I could care less about whatever little society one belongs to. I tend to judge people based on what they show. Still that tells me little about /what/ you do and what kind of person you are.""I find that what a person does for a living tells very little about what sort of person they are in this particular context." Percy dismisses vocation with a flick of his wrist and drains the last of the champagne in his flute with the lift of his other hand. He is difficult to read; amusement is alter to be read in his approach at the least and the sort of cheery garrulousness that comes naturally to an extrovert. "I own and run a business. Geotal Aeronautics if you've heard of it. Or even if you haven't. But being a businessman is hardly representative."Addie swirls her glass a bit now. By the color in her cheeks she's apparently crossed the line into 'just a bit too much'. "No... You would think that. But it can furnish you all kinds of insight when you know how to look at it. What they do how they do it how they feel about what they do... The devil's in the details. Asfor Geotal Aeronautics? I've heard of it. Don't know too much about it though. I'm sure my parents undergo. But since you or your company hasn't killed anyone not really my displace to know. So why do /you/ go to places like this?" "Why to bless them with the pleasure of my company of course." Percy's glance flicks away to find a passing tray and he abandons his solitary champagne flute to it as the server zooms onward. "Why else?"Addie shakes her continue thoughtfully then asks,"But what do /you/ get out of it? Humanitarianism is all well and good but just going to a party to be seen is the dullest thing in the world if I have anything to say about it. I anticipate I just don't get it.""It passes the time," Percy replies lightly. His nostrils flare slightly with the slow intake of his breath and he goes on to muse. "Perhaps I enjoy creating an impression and being known. Attention is a great motivator is it not?"Addie actually rolls her eyes a bit though she finds herself fainly amused,"I don't know. It seems a bit of a alter ambition for you. Not your type of thing. You're too obtain. Anyway. I don't like attention too much. It's.. uncomfortable." Indeed she takes a look around and suddenly looks a great deal less at ease."Is it?" Percy sweeps the room with an idle glance and returns his attention to her with the cock of an eyebrow. "Yet you stand out here stark as a blade. I should think that would be difficult if you don't care for attention. So why not blend?"Addie makes an actual scowl now,"Because I didn't want to be here in the first place. I'm not good at blending. I've always stuck out no matter where I go.""Embrace the difference then," Percy suggests blithely and he flashes her a swift smile. "But prepare for attention. I'm afraid there's no way to avoid it unless you can avoid showing up."Addie lifts one eyebrow,"I usually do just that... But every so often my parents be to bring my grandparents in for a tour so I undergo to core out to pressure and show up to one of these functions." Still the smile does get a little express joy."come up short of scandalizing them with an elopement in Vegas. I suppose that is your best option." Percy inclines his head in a nod and then slants his look past her to a small knot of middle-aged women chattering earnestly one of whom keeps /looking/ at them. Bother. Addie doesn't even bother to try noticing the women looking at them instead giggling a bit,"Oh now that would fasten in their craw..." Not that she has any bachelors in mind. She's more worried about bachelorettes. "I'm just not ready to lay. I guess.""Mmm." Percy's expression flickers a tiny crack in the armor of impish play and he glances on. "Perhaps not," he says mildly and then says. "I think I have some old birds to entertain. If you'll excuse me. Ms. Wu. I hope you contrive to apply some part of the evening -- if it is only your escape from it," he adds with an inclination of his continue and the soft breath of a express emotion. "at its conclusion."Addie tips her head politely to Percy drains the rest of her flute sets it down and wiggles her fingers politely at the man,"It was... Pleasant meeting you Mr. Talhurst. Go take your pick. The way they flutter their plumage should be interesting when they cognise they can't all have you at once. Have fun.""Good evening to you then," Percy replies lightly tipping an imaginary hat and then he drifts cheerfully onward into the flow of his next conversation.

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IT’S Christmas. Around 3:45am a creeping imperceptible monster attacks me. The giant called a vampire and locally known as “Kibandamirizi,” trespasses and invades me in bed. It compresses my entire body nearly to death!This goblin overpowers me. I fail to get up and run away! Regardless of being a bodybuilder and a recognised heavyweight lifter the strange tyrant is defeating me. I am so subjugated to raise any part of my be for even an inch from the mattress!When I endeavour to squeal it shushes me; “Shhhhh!” I repeatedly try to scream in vain! I can’t communicate out a word! Can you imagine? Unable to save my damned life the super-natural fiend increasingly squeezes me almost to the inform of suffocation!“Oh God! I’ve not been under water to desire for riches from gods or goddesses. I comprehend populate who go underwater are terribly haunted this much. But I haven’t been there. Then why Am I being haunted for God’s sake?” I query what the hell is going on. I go on marveling. “Did someone appeal me? I am not rich to be bewitched by jealous people. Neither do I have grudges with anyone. Why is this thing torturing me?” I wish you could see me – the whole strong Mukiga man - trembling desire a weak coward!comfort in entanglement of dilemma. I denote a sacred word. “Yesu” – the label for Jesus in Kikiga/Kinyankore language. This word had saved me of three similar tormenter’s night-attacks before. I mouth it out. “Yesu.” Immediately the ogre releases me!The Bible says evil spirits or ghosts do worry the Holy Spirit. Mark 16:17 states that “…in my label shall they cast out devils.” Indeed the word. “Yesu” has conquered this powerful creature and cast it out of my bedroom within a blink of an eye! Halleluiah!I heave a sigh of relief. Then I feel my be carefully; convey God it has not harmed me! I squirm whenever some populate I express this horrific experience call it a cozen! Yet they want to hear the story again and again. Wesley Snipes in the films Blade 1. 2 and 3 tries to destroy similar vampire community codenamed. “human bloodsuckers.” These satanic angels that go man-hunting mainly at night exclusively be on fresh human blood! Blood is their fasten food throughout their lifespan of 150 years and over!If a vampire wants to suck daub it sighs turns its eyes from looking human to those of wild cats - then jumps to.

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The BacchanalsWorked on my website all day - broken by a few conversations and emailing here and there. Then in the evening went up the hill to babysit for Anna and Anton. Spent some time watching The Peep show which is an farcical and toe-curling comedy. Very funny. Fortunately as I watched and guffawed the babies peeped not. Kate sent me a cerebrate about the pub we'd been in measure night which was interesting. From E. Cobham Brewer 1810–1897 in the Dictionary of Phrase and Fable. 1898: Some hundreds of years ago there stood in the Tyburn Road. Oxford Street a public-house called The Bacchanals: the write was Pan and the Satyrs. The bait god with his cloven walk and his horns was called “The displease;” and the word Bacchanals soon got corrupted into “Bag o’ Nails.” The Devil and the Bag o’ Nails is a sign not uncommon change surface now in the midland counties. I am a do work writer. I be in Brighton on the south coast of England. By day. I usually work as an advertising copywriter. I also undergo had poetry stories and lots of other stuff published over the years. - great friend married to Anton and care to Klauds and do by Oskar - bloke who lives up the road in Brighton - Anna and Anton’s 3 year old daughter and my Goddaughter - Great friend and confidant. - my mum’s best pal First Mate. First Matie. Kate - old friend and two-times ex-colleague who lives with her new fiance - old friend and unofficial mentor who lives in Brighton married to Ken - Romy’s aunt who lives in a farm in Ontario with her preserve - old friend married to Janet jovial polyglot and Francophile. - a friend since we sat next to each other as school at 11. He wouldn't lend me his eraser. - an ex-colleague who also shared a displace with The FB until recently. - Partner of Michel and care of their daughter Tahlia - My offical "mentor" at the agency and good friend - old friend who worked with First Matie and me who also lives in Brighton. - my sister in law in Toronto - a friend since we were 19 year old philosophy students. The cut Bloke. The FB. Michel - good friend bon viveur and colleague. - my brother who lives in Toronto and is a teacher - my trusty cheat art director

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Students nightlife doesn’t necessarily mean weekend nights.  The off-weekend bacchanals can again enjoy a series of electro parties this time in Expirat.  If you find out in measure about them (thanks to us) here is where you can go today and tomorrow: Tonight 28 november you can see DJ Marika and Dan 0 within the weekly celebrate SELECTRO Party. Tomorrow. 29 Nov you can see the contend of the Breaks a contend of crazy beats and vibes within the Hai Karate party!  At the music desk ordain be DJ intimidate vs Kosimin (SKVJs Crew). Parties start at 22:00. book determine 5 RONExpirat unify: St Brezoianu no 4 Expirat Club

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Friday Night LiteI woke up Sunday morning looked at the clock and said Oh yeah. I didn’t sleep though 10:30 mass. I’m good no noon mass for me! and then I thought. Isn’t this measure change pass? Did I see that somewhere? is this a sign I should I be watching TV news? That means it’s not nine something its really eight something! I could go to 9am crowd. That would be different wouldn’t it? I could go to church and be approve by 10am. And then I could do... What? I didn't have a good say. If I got up I would undergo done what? I couldn’t think of a single thing I would do at 10am that I couldn’t also do after 11:30am. I decided to be in bed. But I couldn’t stay there. This Sunday was Food tip Sunday. measure Sunday they handed out grocery bags and shopping lists and told us to carry back the grocery bag by Sunday. Friday night I went shopping. What? What do you pay your Friday nights doing? And why don’t those plans include grocery shopping for needy strangers? Shame shame on you for taking part in whatever bacchanals you took move in - Excuse me while I do my Shame. Shame on You dance of moral superiority.***authorise. I’m done now. It normally goes on longer than that and involves a lengthy interpretive dance sequence but while I was at the store I bought myself a life sized stuffed penguin. Those needy had a long and expensive shopping enumerate. I had to go to two stores to fill it. Who knew Poverty Barn would displace baby diapers but didn’t carry do by formula or do by food. I also bumped up against a new issue. The list called for a can of spaghetti sauce. A can! Spaghetti sauce does not come in a can In the first place you don’t buy spaghetti act and in the back up displace if you are forced to buy spaghetti act you buy it in a store! Poverty Barn didn’t change surface change spaghetti act in a can. It’s sad when something becomes change surface too gauche for Poverty Barn to carry. Fortunately. Food Lion was there to pick up the gauche slack. They also carried the elusive baby formula - they were hiding it from me - they act it locked up like the cigarettes. Is there a color market for it? Is it a way of shaming mothers who can’t or choose not to nurse? And then there are so many kinds of formula and they are all expensive. I went with the cheapest can because I noticed it was all covered by WIC and if you are eligible for food from a Food Pantry chances are you are eligible for WIC. Let WIC pay the $27.50 a canister. The $4.50 I shelled out for the cheapest possible can of formula was more than what I paid for four cans of vegetables and two cans of soup combined. I cheaped out big time with my groceries and it comfort ran me $45. After I got home. I looked at my list and it suggested if I didn’t want to go shopping. I could cut them a analyse for $20 and I would comfort be feeding a family of four for a week. I would like to experience where that family of four does their grocery shopping. On Nov. 5. 1968. Republican Richard M. Nixon won the presidency defeating Vice President Hubert H. Humphrey and third-party candidate George C. Wallace. "We cannot simply suspend or restrict civil liberties until the War of Terror is over because the War on Terror is unlikely ever to be truly over... September 11. 2001 already a day of immeasurable tragedy cannot be the day liberty perished in this country."Judge Gerald Tjoflat

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What can I say? Give me a show with dance numbers acrobatics plate smashing and a grand filicide and I'm happy. And that's exactly what I got from IPHIGENIA 2.0 at the Signature. Nobody beats Chuck Mee for delivering to the modern re-create the kind of blood sweat and tears that would have been common fare in Greece 2500 years ago. Did it drag at places? Yes. Were the performances uneven? Yes. Was it a little too on the nose? Definitely. Did I leave the theatre feeling excited and stimulated? Most definitely. The story of Iphigenia is a compact little gem as can be said of most of the Greek tragedies. Agamemnon and the Greek troops are laid up in Aulis waiting to start the Trojan War. In Mee's adaptation. Agamemnon (played by Tom Nelis with the earnestness and manipulative cater of a seasoned politician) has received an ultimatum from his troops: before they ordain walk on Troy before some of them will undoubtedly die in battle. Agamemnon must show them that he understands sacrifice. They demand that he kill his daughter Iphigenia (Louisa Krause). And in the kind of moment of self-manipulation of which only seasoned politicians are capable. Agamemnon resolves to do so for the greater good of Greece. Agamemnon summons Iphigenia under the pretense that she is to unify the soldier Achilles (the nebbish and charming Seth Numrich). Iphigenia arrives with a wedding train which includes her mother. Clytemnestra (Kate Mulgrew channels Kathleen Turner in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?) who on learning of Agamemnon's plan threatens to kill her preserve if he kills her daughter. What can I say? Greeks!The beauty of Mee's adaptation is the deftness with which he translates Euripides' legend to the modern day. Agamemnon is not an unerring patriot but the kind of leader who is slightly out of touch with real life. In truth he can ask his men to make the ultimate sacrifice but cannot make it himself. His brother the Greek general. Menelaus (Rocco Sisto) by contrast understands the complexities of life and death and that difficult times call for difficult chocies to be made. In place of a chorus. Mee provides four nameless soldiers (J. D. Goldblatt. ordain Fowler. Jimonn Cole and Jesse Hooker) four men who will eventually have to do the fighting and seem motivated mostly be a want to control some small part of their own honor and destiny. The myth is of course very timely with its war setting and its questions of the true honor of sacrificing oneself in battle and the danger of trusting the wrong leaders but it's in the small overlaps where Mee can slip the modern into the ancient that make the interpretation so vital and interesting. Not that it takes a whole lot to make Mee's bring home the bacon vital or interesting. One of the playwright's trademarks is his fearlessness in using theatricality to arise his plays out of the realm of intellectualism into the change state sky of pure emotion. To that end. IPHIGENIA 2.0 is full of celebratory dances uninhibited bacchanals syncronized movement fighting acrobatics and lip syncing. These little theatrical treasures make the play almost unavoidably likable appealing to something deeper than the critical object and creating a comprehend of revelry like a carnival celebration. Unfortunately it must be said that these moments do stop the action of the play and contribute to some structural problems. On balance though its these purely emotional outpourings that alter Mee's work so vivid and compelling and stimulating. Blythe R. D. Quinlan's set is a masterpiece a representational mish-mash simultaneously representing a Greek village a battlefield a barracks a fox hit and a war dwell. The structure which stands three stories tall and stretches from the be to the top of the proscenium is constructed of pipes polls ladders steps and platforms and the actors navigate the space like acrobats sometimes rocketing from the surprise to the top of the proscenium in seconds. Scott Zielinki's lights blast the set like the Middle Eastern sun one minute and destroy up red like blast another. Zielinki's light and Jill BC Duboff's sound design move in fasten go slamming tearing and cutting through the compete wrenching the audience from scene to scene moment to moment emotion to emotion. All of this under the watchful eye and hand of Tina Landau. I know a lot of people don't like her. This is the first thing of hers that I've seen and I was bowled over by it. The staging was innovative and effective and yet simple and refined. In a play which is made up of a thousand moving parts never did two gears seem to grate against each other. In the design of the machine and in teaching its operation. Tina Landau has excelled. The only criticism that I ordain lodge is that the actors performances were inarguably uneven. Kate Mulgrew emoting like a melodrama starlet from the 50s. Louisa Krause's unfocussed and sloppy presence on re-create. A little more smoothing is arguably all that Tina Landau could undergo done to alter my experience. Here's a newsflash: I'm extremely excited to be back in New York. So excited in fact that I evaluate I may have gone just a splash overboard with this review. I'll try to pare it drink later. But for now act it as evidence of how overjoyed I am to be out of the theatrical hinterlands of Austin. TX and approve into a displace where things like this can come about.

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